When the sky was just dawning, the hero limped out of He Qinghuan's residence.

He was severely repaired.

Although the old man's reason was actual combat training, the tattered clothes and bruises on his body told him that it must have something to do with the green bamboo that he destroyed.

Stingy! There is no respect at all, what a saint is, he is an old thief.

Scolding in his heart, his face was filled with joy and excitement, but he couldn't fade it.

At a distance of three or four zhang, he cut dozens of bamboos with one sword, and also left a deep knife mark on the bricks of the courtyard wall.

That is to say, as a "middleman", he increased the amount of heaven and earth aura from left hand to right hand through the increase of god killing, and exerted a level equivalent to the four grades of martial artists.

Moreover, He Qinghuan also said that over time, as his proficiency in aura control increases, it will be easy to exert the strength equivalent to the seventh rank, the eighth rank, and even the grandmaster.

At that time, he deserves to be born extraordinary, and he can officially step towards the gate of the heavenly realm.

With this good news as a foundation, it doesn't seem like a big deal to be beaten.

Whistling and humming a song, the hero returned to his small courtyard, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard someone crying in the house.

The morning light was faint, the green gauze tent curtain, two beautiful girls sat on the bed side by side, one was crying, and the other was hugging her and gently coaxing.

They were all half-dressed, the sheets slipped down their waists, and even though they were hazy through the veil, the hero could still see how dazzling they were.

"Yikes!"

Su Yanyan let out an exclamation, wrapped himself in a sheet, her pretty face was red, her eyes were spinning, and she was delicate.

Cut! It's mediocre, and it's not rare to see it.

The hero pursed his lips with pretended disdain, and was about to speak, when the little family broke out of the curtain and threw himself into his arms.

"Young master, Jia Qiao is sorry for you...... Jiaqiao's body is not ...... Not clean ......"

The hero was taken aback.

What's the situation? The stupid goddess is really a man, and she eats the little family qiao while Lao Tzu is not paying attention?

As soon as he saw his eyes, Su Yanyan guessed what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "What is the stinky girl talking about?" My aunt and grandmother just hugged you, why is it not clean? ”

"You took off my clothes and touched me...... Touched ......"

Jia Qiao originally complained loudly, but halfway through, his voice lowered, and his little face was buried in the hero's arms.

Where did I touch you, but I said it! I'm dying.

The hero breathed a sigh of relief, but the heart he lifted did not fall back, but beat violently, and he couldn't get excited.

Beautiful girl lily scene! It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so why didn't I come back sooner?

He really wanted to ask in detail, but knowing the character of Xiao Jiaqiao, the girl is sad at this time, and if she wants to make her ashamed again, she may leave a psychological shadow if she is not careful, and it may be "broken".

It's okay if it's someone else, it's not distressing to play with a, Jia Qiao is a girl who has grown up watching herself, or is it better to be physically and mentally sunny and healthy.

"Okay, okay, stop crying." With great perseverance, Jia Qiao's open clothes were covered, and the hero sat down with her in his arms, "Yan Yan is a girl like you, it's normal to hug and sleep together!" ”

"But...... Jia Qiao's body is the young master's, how can it be touched by outsiders? ”

"Haha, I love to hear that." The hero smiled and wiped away Jia Qiao's tears, "However, it's still the same sentence, it doesn't matter between girls and girls, as long as there are no other men here, the young master doesn't mind."

If you are really angry in your heart, you can go back to her to take revenge, what she does to you, you can do to her, and the young master will help you. ”

As he spoke, the hero sniffed, he was afraid that he would be stimulated by the picture made up by his brain to cause a nosebleed.

Jia Qiao immediately stopped crying, and looked back at Su Yanyan on the bed, with a glint in his eyes, eager to try.

"Hey! Dead hero, don't mess around! ”

Su Yanyan was a little scared. She doesn't mind her family's revenge, but it's too much for a hero to help or something.

"Old lady...... The old lady will be angry. ”

Jia Qiao pursed her little mouth and said depressedly: "Young master, if the two of us add together, we can't beat her." ”

Is this girl so cute to eat secretly every day? I'm dead!

"It doesn't matter, the gentleman takes revenge, it's not too late for ten years, if it doesn't work today, it will be another day. The young master promises you that one day he will make you ashamed of today. ”

"Hmm!" Jia Qiao finally laughed, hugged him hard, and said coquettishly: "Young master, you are the best young master in the world!" ”

Inside the gauze tent, Su Yanyan's face was as red as a freshly cooked prawn.

Someday? Could he ...... He really wanted me to be in bed with Jia Qiao...... Not...... Big Bad! Stinky silver thief! Shameless!

The hero didn't know that the stupid goddess couldn't help but make up a lot of pictures in his brain, he only knew that Jia Qiao, who was only fifteen years old, had really grown into a big girl, and that made many women envious and jealous of her body, only wearing a thin undergarment, writhing in her arms......

My throat is so dry and I want to drink water.

His arm unconsciously used force, and Jia Qiao seemed to hear the meaning of his violent heartbeat, his little face was even redder, and his delicate body trembled slightly.

Expect? That's for sure; Afraid? There is a little bit.

In a word...... Anyway...... No matter what the young master wants to do, Jia Qiao is a thousand and ten thousand willing!

"Cousin! Cousin! Sister-in-law, she doesn't see ......."

A panicked voice instantly dispersed the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

"Yikes! I...... I didn't see anything! ”

Jiang Ruier hurriedly ran in, and saw Jia Qiao sitting in her cousin's arms in rags, so she hurriedly turned around in fright.

The hero shook his head speechlessly, let go of Jia Qiao, got up and went over, knocked heavily on his cousin's head, and said: "If you dare not knock on the door in the future, Lao Tzu will print the troubles you did when you were a child into a book, and each student in the palace will have a copy!" ”

After scolding, he went out.

Although the clothes on his body are loose, it is strange and uncomfortable to bend over.

Jiang Rui'er made a grimace at his back, turned around, and saw Su Yanyan poking his head out of the gauze tent, and then looked at the red-faced and helpless little Jiaqiao, dumbfounded.

Three...... Three people? My cousin is amazing!

At the same time, an old man on crutches walked into the courtyard gate of He Qinghuan's residence, followed by a young man in deacon clothes, who was Mo Tu.

He Qinghuan stood in the middle of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and when he saw that the old man wanted to give a salute, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him.

"Mo Da, the two of us grew up together since childhood, and we have been friends for a hundred and ten years, what are we still doing with these vulgar rites?"

The old man named Mo Da couldn't bend down, so he insisted on bowing his head, and said: "You are the only disciple of the master, after the master goes up, the master of the old slave is you, and the ceremony must not be abolished!" ”

"Then when you deduct Lao Tzu's salary every month, why don't you remember that Lao Tzu is your master?"

"The Lord is the Lord, and the money is money, and there is no confusion. The school palace can have today, the master has spent too much effort, and the old slave can't watch it destroyed in your hands. ”

Mo Da glanced at him, iron-faced and selfless, and the angry He Qinghuan's goatee trembled non-stop, but he was helpless.

"May I ask my master," said Murda again, "is it certain that the hero is the one whom the Lord prophesied?" ”