Infinite Heroes Seat

Sweat wet her long hair, her close-fitting apron tightly stuck to that exquisite body, the graceful curve exuded a faint fragrance, curled up on the bed, Mu Wanqing only felt hot all over her body, longing for something. Things come to hug, to relieve the emptiness in the body, but in my heart I am extremely afraid.

Under the bedclothes, Zhong Ling, who was lying beside her, had started to whisper. A strong body was undulating on her petite body, dashing violently, bringing out bursts of joyful screams.

Listening to the beautiful voice, Mu Wanqing was envious and eager, and tried to stretch out her hand several times, but the only remaining reason told her that she must not do this.

Sweat and tears had blurred her eyes, and she could no longer tell who the people around her were.

Suddenly, a big hand supported her breast, and then kneaded it. The cold touch made her feel slightly cold and uncomfortable.

"no, do not want!--"

Mu Wanqing was still struggling for the last time, but it was a pity that she could only watch the man untie her last clothes in vain, and then slowly separated her slender legs.

The hideous foreign body pressed against her body, making her whole body hot. She twisted her body, trying to avoid the close contact, but unconsciously yearned for it, and rubbed it quietly and little by little.

Under the action of the medicine, Mu Wanqing only felt that the figure in front of him was constantly changing. For a while, it was a very handsome young man, and for a while it was Duan Lang's figure. The picture in his eyes was constantly changing, and finally he was frozen in Duan Yu's silly figure. Above the smile.

As if returning to the time in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, Mu Wan slowly stretched out her hand. Stroking that person's face, then smiling, and whispered: "Duan Lang!--"

Did not reply intimately. What greeted her was tearing pain. The fiery touch made her hug her body tightly and shouted hoarsely: "Duan Lang!"

Next door, listening to the cry of despair and joy, Duan Yu, who was writing the Yiyang Finger exercises, gave a slight pause, his face flushed, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out. The dazzling scarlet, against the white paper, looked particularly shocking.

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After a long time. The continuous groaning finally stopped, Duan Yu only felt trance, but the short period of a few hours made him feel as long as a few years. Holding a Yang-finger technique in his hand, Duan Yu suddenly felt a pain in his heart. I just feel like I missed the most important thing. Even Miss Wang's safety doesn't seem to be so important anymore.

After a while, the door was gently pushed open, a figure slowly walked in, and a long shadow enveloped Duan Yu's whole body.

Without looking back, Duan Yu took out the white paper in his hand and said: "The method of Yi Yang Finger is here, you can take it!"

The man did not take the blank paper, but said coldly: "The girl Wang is in the Xixia Palace. With her grandmother."

The beautiful voice was a little hoarse at this time, and it was exceptionally cold.

Listen to this voice. Duan Yu was stiff and turned around slowly.

Facing him was Mu Wanqing’s pale and pretty face. At this moment, she was only wearing a sly clothes and a man’s robe outside. She stood in front of him with the door, and the sleeve arrow in her hand was aimed at him at some point. Chest.

Seeing the faint red marks on the lotus root arm holding the Xiujian, Duan Yu trembled in his heart, and said in a astringent voice: "Mei Wan!--"

The next moment, his voice was stiff, a feather arrow had already submerged into his chest, and the shaft was still trembling slightly.

Slowly lowering his head, Duan Yu showed a relieved smile instead, looking at the blood that slowly overflowed on his chest.

"fair enough--"

After speaking, he fell to the ground.

Seeing Duan Yu who fell to his death on the ground, a complicated expression appeared on Mu Wanqing's face, like pain, regret, and relief. After a long time, two lines of tears were left behind.

"You really can do it!"

A handsome young man outside the house was standing there, licking his upper body. At this moment, there were a series of scratches on that toned body. Looking at Duan Yu who was lying on the ground, Mo Wen said in surprise.

Mu Wanqing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at him coldly, "If you don't kill him, you will continue to make you unable to use it. If you can tell him to betray his sister today, maybe you can ask him to go tomorrow. Instead of killing his biological parents, it is better to give him a happy life, and to make his death more comfortable."

Mo Wen shrugged indifferently. He really had some thoughts. Duan Yu's stepmothers were a bit charming, but he is dead now, so naturally it is of no use. The newly acquired beauty quarreled.

Mo Wen gently raised Mu Wanqing's chin and said with a smile: "We have already signed the contract. It should be said that we are the right one. How can I say you?"

There was a bit of misery in Mu Wanqing's eyes, and then her pretty face was cold again, she patted her inexplicable palm, walked back into the room staggeringly, and after a while she was neatly dressed again. Came out.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Seeing Mu Wanqing walking slowly downstairs, Mo Wen was taken aback.

"I'll kill that **** old bustard!"

Mu Wanqing said bitterly.

Mo Wen touched his nose, but he didn't stop him. He just looked at Duan Yu's corpse on the ground, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. This reputation was originally a fortune in the plot. There is no shortage of martial arts and beauties, but now it is It's a pity to lose such experimental materials.

Originally with Duan Yu’s character, he might sell martial arts in order to save Wang Yuyan, but he would never betray his sister shamelessly, but he happened to meet Mi Wen and worried about Wang Yuyan. Under the agitation, he fell into spiritual magic. It was unlucky enough that Mo Wen had hinted step by step to get to where he is today.

I don't know what I thought of again. Looking at Duan Yu's corpse, Mo Wen flicked his finger again, and a few sword energy hit the chest wound, directly covering the Xiujian wound.

After doing all this, Mo Wen just smiled mysteriously, not knowing what he thought of.

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Thousands of miles away, Juxianzhuang, shouting and killing, a group of people are besieging a burly man. The man is so good, I saw him shooting wildly, flying with a single knife, fist and palm in his right hand, and a steel knife in his left hand. The slash was straight and the power was overwhelming. The white wall was dripping with blood, and a lot of corpses had fallen in the hall. Like a mad tiger, like a ghost, hacking and killing, rushing and slamming. Many of the masters who fought forward were killed by him with faster, more fierce, more ruthless, and more precise tactics. Everyone on the scene was not timid and afraid of death, but seeing the enemy's madness and martial arts unstoppable, flesh and blood in the hall, heads tumbling, and their hearts were a little frightened.

In a hidden corner of Juxianzhuang, a young girl was watching here intently, paying no attention to the **** scene. Instead, she stared at the brawny man with great power, watching him wandering around and looking invincible, in her eyes It showed a hint of splendor, and looking at those martial arts people who were either lying on the ground or afraid to move forward ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, they were like looking at some treasures, and their eyes narrowed slightly.

Holding two small porcelain bottles in her hand and a little red toad crawling on her shoulders, the girl said to herself: "The master is really good at it. This Qiao Feng is so good. All these masters were killed by him. Don't be afraid, as long as he leaves later, I will be able to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop with this "sorrowful and crisp breeze". The Beiming magical technique that I finally practiced is about to open today. From now on, there will be me, Azi, on the rivers and lakes. Number one!"

Then he turned his gaze to the field again, looking at the pale girl standing behind a middle-aged man with long beards, and curled her lips slightly, "This is the one named Azhu, even my sister. It's a waste. I have followed the master for so long without any improvement. I don't know why the master values ​​you so much!"

"Ah! Really, why isn't Qiao Feng running? It's really like the master said, is there someone to rescue him?"

"Ah! How come it's not over yet, it's so boring!"

The girl at the foot of the wall sighed boredly, but the heroes who besieged Qiao Feng didn't realize it, and didn't even know that the danger was approaching. (To be continued...)

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