Infinite Heroes Seat

The four girls of Mei Jian were laughing and making noise outside, but Mo Wen had already walked into the stone room, and saw that the four walls of the rocks inside were very smoothly polished, and the stone walls were engraved with circles with countless diameters and lengths. , Each circle is engraved with a variety of graphics, some are portraits, some are animal shapes, some are incomplete text, and some are just marks and lines. The circles are marked with "Jia Yi", "Jia Two", and " If the number of circles does not exceed one thousand, there are at least one hundred.

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Wen came under the first one. The one painted in this circle is the first starting style of the Tianshan Zhemei hand, which is also Mo Wen's most important martial arts, so he immediately sat down and watched carefully. .

Gradually, Mo Wen was already immersed in the beauty of this unique school.

But at this moment, Wang Yuyan's weak voice suddenly rang in his mind, "My son, I have obtained the small Wuxiang Gong and Bai Hongzhang from my grandmother. Grandma also said that I learned martial arts to avenge my grandpa. And two years later, I will take me to find a big enemy at home!"

Two years? This is a coincidence.

While looking at the martial arts on the wall, Mo Wen was thinking about the gains and losses of Li Qiushui and Tongma in the battle two years later, and he kept planning in his heart, and finally his eyes showed excitement.

"Promise her!"

"You first learn martial arts well, I will make my own arrangements for things after two years!"

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At night, Mo Wen walked out of the stone room. This trip to the forbidden area was a rewarding one for him. He had already memorized the sacred plum hands of Tianshan Mountain, Liuyang Palm of Tianshan Mountain, and even the Eight Desolation ** My unique merits. And began to comprehend Tianshan Zhemei hands.

Although this **** only has three ways of grasping and three ways of grasping, there are a total of six ways of martial arts. But it contains the essence of Xiaoyao School of Martial Arts. In the palm and grasping hands, there are swords, knives, whips, marksmanships, grasps, axes, and so on. The changes are complicated.

Mo Wen just learned a little bit of fur, and felt that his fist and kung fu as well as swordsmanship and swordsmanship from the Huan Shishui Pavilion were signs of fusion, which made his Tianshan Zhemei hands a lot of heat. In terms of fists alone, only this day. Just doubled his strength.

At this time, it was Mei Jian and Lan Jian who were staying outside. Seeing Mo Wen walked out of the secret room, Mei Jian's pretty face was red. Then he walked over and asked, "Young Master, where are you going to eat?"

Mo Wen looked at her with a smile, his gaze from top to bottom, scanning the plump **** and straight buttocks. Just when Mei Jian couldn't help but anger. Then he said, "Send it to my room!"

"Yes!" Mei Jian's face became even more rosy as he heard what Mo Wen's words meant.

Under the leadership of the two women's land, Mo Wen came to a relatively remote place in the Lingjiu Palace. However, most of the women in the palace were family members. For fear of embarrassment, Mo Wen was arranged in the outermost part of the palace.

But the environment is pretty good.

A small courtyard planted with flowers and plants, facing the attic on the cliff, looked down from the upper floor. You can see the scenery of the entire misty peak. The cloud-filled scenery makes you feel refreshed and exalted.

Come to the house. The meal has already been prepared by someone. Although the food is mainly light, there are also a lot of meat. After Mo Wen tasted them one by one, he realized that the craftsmanship of this chef was not under the master chef of Suzhou Songhe Tower.

After eating a little bit, Mo Wen told Lan Jian to fetch some drinks. Since coming to this martial arts world, he found that he liked the thing in the cup a little, not the taste of the wine, but that The feeling of tasting wine made him feel as if he was really in the rivers and lakes of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the joy of enmity and hatred.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Lan Jian replied in a low voice, and then walked out. Mei Jian, who was standing by the side, thought of something, her pretty face turned red again.

Her eyes were a little awkward, and her little head couldn't help lowering.

It seems that now he and Young Master are alone.

He raised his eyes, but saw Mo Wenzheng staring at himself with squinting eyes.

"Come on, serve me with a meal." Mo Wen smiled lightly.

"Yes!" Mei Jian walked over with a pleasing eyebrow, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a side dish, and planned to send it to Mo Wen's mouth.

"Sit here!" Mo Wen shook his head and patted his thigh gently.

"Yes!"

Mei Jianqiao blushed, hesitated, and sat down in Yiyan.

The soft touch made Mo Wen's heart sway, and one arm stretched over to embrace Mei Jian's slender waist.

Seeing Mei Jian's body suddenly stiffened, and then softened again, she was paralyzed in Mo Wen's arms, breathing out the fragrance slightly.

"Don't serve my son yet?" With a smile in his eyes, Mo Wen's big hands restlessly kneaded Mei Jian's hips.

"Yes!" Mei Jian's eyes were full of water, and she raised her spirits, picked up a piece of cake and sent it to Mo Wen's mouth.

Mo Wen tilted his head back slightly, letting go again, and then slammed into Mei Jian's small mouth, and smiled: "Use this to feed!"

Mei Jian's blush was about to drip out, her shell teeth bit her lip, but in the end she still tremblingly held the cake in her mouth as inexplicably ordered, but she couldn't muster the courage to deliver it to Mo Wen's mouth.

Mo Wen didn’t reluctantly see what happened. He moved his mouth, and sucked on Mei Jian’s cherry lips. Food mixed with body fluid exchanged between the two people’s mouths. Mei Jian intuitively felt that his head became hot, as if the clouds were driving the fog, but he didn’t know it. Where are you now?

Lan Jian, who had fetched a drink from the kitchen, was walking back. Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor in his body, and a strange feeling rushed into his heart. He couldn't tell what it was like, but he felt extremely comfortable and uncomfortable.

After a slight pause, Lan Jian didn't care. After adjusting, he continued to walk to Mo Wen's attic.

Back in the garden, Lan Jian's ears suddenly moved slightly, and a weeping sound came into her ears, and the sound turned out to be Mei Jian.

The voice was extremely strange, and it seemed to be faintly crying.

Mei Jian should have done something wrong and be punished by the young master! Lan Jian was shocked in his heart, walked quietly into the attic, carefully pushed the door open a gap, and looked inside.

But her pretty face turned red in the next moment.

In the room, Mei Jian was sitting paralyzed in the arms of the young master, her eyes blurred, her arms tightly hugged the young master's head, her lips and teeth crossed, and she was kissing with emotion. Her clothes were messy and her embroidered robe was half untied. A big hand of the young master has penetrated into her belly, kneading her fullness, making her make a seductive voice.

How, how could this be!

Lan Jian suddenly became ashamed. Although he knew he shouldn't be looking, he couldn't control his eyes anyhow, staring straight into it.

On the other side, the battle in the room seemed to be getting more intense, and he was no longer satisfied with such contact, and saw that Young Master suddenly picked up Mei Jian's slender waist and picked her up, and walked towards the bed. And Mei Jian also made a hum, and his legs separated unconsciously, entangled the young master's waist.

I don't know if it was his own illusion, Lan Jian felt that when the young master turned around, he seemed to look at him.

But then Lan Jian put this question behind her head. Under her gaze, the two of them had come to the bed. The young master put Mei Jian on the bed, and then pressed it up. The clothes of the two of them continued to decrease, and finally See you finally.

Seeing Young Master’s perfect upright posture ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Lan Jian's pretty face became more and more rosy, and she secretly sang Dao Lan Jian, Lan Jian, you are really shameless, how can you peep at this kind of thing. Lan Jian covered his eyes with his hands, but a gap was revealed for the boss. His eyes were looking straight at the young master, and a glimmer of envy flashed in his eyes when she saw Mei Jian who was in the arms of the young master.

The fierce battle between the two on the bed has intensified. With Mo Wen’s fierce impact, Mei Jian made a long wailing like a swan being shot, and then the next moment, the wailing became There was a seductive moan.

Outside the door, watching the giant move in and out of the sister who is as physically as her own, Lan Jian felt her body soft and slumped on the ground. At this time, she could not tell whether the heat flow in her body was. Mei Jian's is still her own.

After a long time, Lan Jian, whose eyes were a little blurred, came back to her senses, and saw Mo Wen, who was crawling on Mei Jian on the bed and plowing, looked at her with a smile, and when she saw that she was awake, he stretched out a hand. , And then the index finger hooked.

Like a ghost, Lan Jian opened the door and walked in in small steps, then quietly closed the door and walked towards the bed. (To be continued...)

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