In the middle of the wide point platform, in front of the huge golden tent, there are nine really small gold statues.

Except for the one in the center, the remaining eight golden people, some of them hold the scimitar on their waists, some of them are about to shoot with bows and arrows, and some of them are kneeling on one knee to make a reward, each with a smart expression and a very different temperament, which is no different from a living person.

But the man in the middle sat peacefully, with a calm face. Although the posture is casual, it is still dazzling and majestic, as if it should accept everyone's worship!

These nine golden statues are not as active as the sergeants in the audience, but they are one with the golden tent, and they are actually cast from the gold water in their entirety!

Tang Yue'er persistently investigated the golden statue carefully in order to know its identity and origin - after taking so much gold from other people, you must know who the original owner is, right?

Zhao Feifei looked at it repeatedly, and kept muttering to himself about wealth topics such as "how many grams of such a large piece of gold should there be", without taking the head of the family to heart at all.

Although gold does not have long legs, it may run away in the blink of an eye; No matter how fast my husband runs, he will eventually return to his water curtain hole!

From this point of view, it is clear which is the most urgent and which is more important.

Han Feng shook his head helplessly, expressing his last disdain for these two mothers-in-law who were fascinated by dummies, and then walked into the golden tent with his hands behind his back.

The two women were busy working around the nine golden figures for a long time, and they did not accurately count the real weight and the origin of the golden statue. When I was dizzy and my mouth was dry, I finally realized that I had lost my husband.

The two shouted loudly for a while, and when they saw that they still didn't get a response from Han Feng, they were not in a hurry, they looked up at the golden eagle that was still flying with wings overhead, and they both entered the golden tent with great tacit understanding.

- Anyway, even if Liu Yun is likely to disappear, he will never be his husband's turn, so what is there to worry about?

Inside the empty gold tent was a large desk. On the top of the desk, in the square gold cylinder, it was full of golden arrows. There also seemed to be some scrolls of maps and the like spread out on the table.

On both sides of the desk, there are two rows of weapon racks. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc., are dazzling, cold and cold, and you can see that the edge is still the same at a glance.

After the case, there was a golden silk embroidered with a fierce beast with teeth and claws, and a big bright red text in the middle, which was exactly the same as the font on the pennant in the middle of the tent!

Under the big box, in the middle of the case, there is a wide golden chair, the color is as good as new, and it is full of domineering. And in the golden chair, a person lay on his feet, snoring like thunder. Even in his sleep, the corners of his mouth are constantly smiling - who else can there be besides Han Feng?

Zhao Feifei and Tang Yue'er glanced at each other, nodded lightly, and quietly hid when one left and one right!

Just arrived in front of Han Feng, who was sleeping, and before he had time to grab his ears and pinch his nose, he was all mixed with his feet, and when he landed, he fell straight into the arms of the dead ghost like a ru swallow throwing himself into the nest!

Fortunately, the golden chair was extremely large, the size of a bed, and the three of them were squeezed together, which was quite tolerable.

What is good is that the two women's swollen breasts are accurately covered under the ** wide open clutches......

Han Feng, who was asleep, refused to let go of this Yanfu sent to the door, with a burst of words in his mouth, his hands moved together, and he actually perfectly interpreted the eighteen palms of the dragon descending that Guo Daxia was famous in the past on the chests of the two women......

Zhao Feifei tried his best to dodge, but where could he get out? By the time Han Daxia had used this set of palm techniques, this little girl was already weak, paralyzed as mud, and hid in Han Feng's arms with a flushed face, but she never wanted to move again.

The ** also stretched out his mouth, kissed her lightly on the lips, and said softly:

"Since you're tired of playing, let's sleep for a while, and wait for my husband to wake you up - we still have a lot of fun!"

Zhao Feifei only felt a moment of confusion, and indeed sleepiness came, so he only said "hmm", adjusted his body, found the most comfortable position in a man's arms, and fell asleep.

didn't want Han Feng to wait for her to fall asleep, so he gently pushed her to the innermost without any conscience, and then turned around and no longer paid attention to this sleeping beauty who was full of dreams of wealth.

On this side, there is a Lori girl in short clothes and hot pants; On the other side, there is a mature girl in a short skirt.

Where should the crazy brother who is emotionally agitated go, everything can make a choice lightly:

cough cough, dress determines treatment, if you want to talk about convenience, it is naturally Sister Yue'er......

After all, the shorts are too tight and troublesome, and where is the skirt so natural and "casual"?

At this point, it is normal for the little girl to be ruthlessly ignored......

"Asleep." Han Feng turned sideways, passed his left hand under Sister Yue'er's neck, and gently bent his arm, and hugged the angry body into his arms. The right hand was naturally put down, and it happened to be Sister Yue'er's round and upright jade buttocks.

Tang Yue'er panted slightly, squeezed deeply into Han Feng's chest, her left hand firmly hugged the man's shoulder, but her right hand was gently stretched out, tightly hugging the man's neck. Under the short skirt, a pink and white round thigh curled up slightly, wrapped around Han Feng's body like a snake.

As soon as the crazy brother lowered his head slightly, he choked the pink and slightly open cherry lips and sucked it shallowly. And the hot right hand made a move to "swim in the water" and disappeared into the short skirt silently......

…………

When Zhao Feifei woke up, the golden chair was empty.

Zhao Feifei didn't shout, anyway, he didn't run far - hey, the two people who were constantly moving on the desk were not the ** husband and Sister Yue'er?

Han Feng sat on the edge of the desk, Sister Yue'er was straddle his waist, her short skirt was slightly raised, her head was leaning back, and with the rhythm of her body, she was obviously struggling to hire!

"You two are in good spirits!"

Zhao Feifei yawned and stretched, not caring at all whether the spring would leak out:

"Go ahead, I'm going to take stock of my possessions! Bye! ”

Seeing that this little girl got up to leave, Tang Yue'er hurriedly said something to stay:

"Fei, Feifei, don't go. To count ...... Just, ah...... Let's start from here! ”

It was also Han Feng who made it bad, and deliberately increased his strength a little when Sister Yue'er spoke, which made Zhao Feifei frown and listen for a while before waiting for a complete sentence to come out.

"That'...... All right! "The little girl is not pretentious:

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. I'll start in this tent...... You guys take it easy, if you damage your property, you have to pay me the same! ”

The invasion of Han Feng was endless, and Tang Yue'er really didn't have the strength to say anything, so she could only replace it with a series of nasal voices—as for what exactly it meant, it would be up to the benevolent and the wise.

"Do you know what kind of animal is on that big silk and what words are written?"

Tang Yue'er was powerless to speak, which didn't mean that Han Feng had no time to take care of him, seeing that this little money fan began to look around, he couldn't help but talk about it.

Zhao Feifei came to the flag when he heard this, looked up at it for a long time in a daze, and finally shook his head confidently and said:

"I don't know what it is, like a wolf, like a tiger, like a bear; I don't know that word either. But are these important? All I know is that they're all carved out of pure gold - do you know that? ”

The crazy brother suffocated slightly, and even stopped moving, which attracted Sister Yue'er to pinch fiercely.

Han Feng hurriedly continued to work, but said:

"I didn't know it before, but now I suddenly know what it is!"

Zhao Feifei immediately came over, his eyes flashed with "I don't believe it", and he asked anxiously:

"Husband, you can also read?"

The crazy brother couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to answer honestly:

"When I was three years old, I started to read and write...... By now, I've learned a lot of words! That big 纛, that is, the center of the flag is written, and it is clearly a 'Han' character, which means that from the beginning, the qiē here belongs to my Han family! If I don't bring them all back, how can I be worthy of God's wishes? ”

"Cut!" Zhao Feifei rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and left, and muttered in his mouth:

"I can still say that it is a 'Zhao' character! It's terrible to be uneducated! ”

The crazy brother was speechless for a moment, and while moving at a constant speed, his mind was spinning, and he wanted to win back face. After rolling his eyes a few times, he suddenly had an idea:

"Feifei, if you can recognize what is written on these arrows on the table, I will even if the flag is the word 'Zhao', the qiē here is all you and Yue'er!"

Zhao Feifei, who was busy admiring a halberd, suddenly brightened up, and rushed back in a few steps, staring at a pair of big round eyes, emitting bursts of dazzling golden light!

"Really? If I recognize it, everything here will be mine...... And Sister Yue'er? ”

Han Feng pursed his lips disdainfully and nodded fiercely:

"Who is your husband? It's always a spit and a nail, and words count! ”

Zhao Feifei looked at him suspiciously and muttered:

"Even if I recognize you, you're going to talk? There's many, many ...... Oh gold? ”

"Of course, it has to be dropped!"

The crazy brother reaffirmed his character very happily, and then sneered:

"But...... What if you don't recognize it? ”

Zhao Feifei glanced around at this golden world, thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said:

"If I don't recognize it...... I'll throw in the towel! ”

"Cut!" The crazy brother waved his hand, and with a sharp force on his waist, Sister Yue'er screamed.

"You only throw in the towel? How can that work! Hmph, if you lose, from now on, you can't be a boss in front of me, you must resolutely listen to your husband, you must bathe your husband every day, and you must ......"

Han Feng said to himself, but he didn't want that little girl to run out of patience - don't put a big lump of gold, who has time to listen to you muttering about that old man's scripture?

As soon as the slender hand stretched and retracted, the arrow that determined the sovereignty of the gold was already in the hand.

Han Fengshang was nagging in the middle of the exercise, and he heard an exclamation behind him, followed by a voice, hesitant and excited!

"Son, child...... Only...... Only catty? How many pounds is this? ”