Chapter 1, Miss Beauty?

"Ahh

With an exclamation, the knife sat up suddenly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Huhu, it turned out to be a nightmare, it's too real."

"It's really an exciting and thrilling dream, I actually dreamed of playing with someone, the opponent is still a master who understands ancient martial arts, and almost beat our."

"The enemy of this dream, a body of tendon meat, eight-pack abs, vest line."

"The most fucking thing, it's even ugly."

Jealousy, no, how could it be, is angry with me.

Fortunately, the dream center wanted to come true, and the other party embodied a gun, a spear, and a shake, the cold light flashed.

With a flash of inspiration, we embodied a gun, a pistol, ordinary.

Bah, ......!

If one shot can't be done, a few more shots.

The opponent, stupid, as if he had never seen a gun, rushed up directly, and was easily dealt with by himself.

Well, beat that stinky face into honeycomb coal.

Hey, no, the knife's expression changed, where is this?

When did my own room become such a rough, environmentally friendly original style?

With the vision of the second generation, at a glance to see the texture is extraordinary, touched the wooden bedside, the texture is delicate, the feel is excellent, not less than the known several high-grade wood, but also with a special faint fragrance, take a breath, the spirit can not help but be shocked.

Awakening Wood?

Good stuff.

No way, this thing is sold by the gram.

I have only seen it a few times because of my extraordinary family background.

The thought came to my mind as a magical memory welled up.

The Three Peerless Villas, located on the edge of the Northern Wilderness, are owned by the Juling Wu Dynasty, all under it, and their status is comparable to that of princes and princes, and the direct descendants of the Zhao family, one of the five great families.

He is the only young master of this villa, the favorite son of the young owner, and his mother is the only daughter of the patriarch of the blue scale tribe on the edge of the Northern Wilderness, within 10,000 miles, a famous tribe.

The blue-scaled tribe is said to be guarded by an old monster that has cultivated an immortal body, with a radius of thousands of miles and a great reputation.

So he was born awesome, better than the only young owner who was a father.

It's not a matter of pretending to be forced or something, that's called normal behavior.

The standard high second generation is much more than the cow before crossing by himself.

Yes, this start is still satisfying.

Hey, there is a copper mirror next to it, and I subconsciously look at it, damn.

It's so handsome.

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, skin as smooth as jade!

It's just not undesirable to be handsome.

Coupled with the tiger's back and bear waist, six-pack abs, and vest line, it is necessary to have good looks and physical strength.

Hey, isn't this the ugly guy who was destroyed by himself in the dream just now?

Haha, it turned out that we crossed over, we took away, and we became the second generation.

It's okay to yo-yo birds, tease dogs, and tease little beauties.

Life is so beautiful, but fortunately it is not a bitter stream.

As for saying it was an ugly bastard, haha, I'll admit I'm jealous.

Why, is jealousy of oneself called jealousy? Wowhaha.

The knife is cool!

sorted out my thoughts, I was too aggrieved in my previous life, and now, how can I really live freely.

Be sure to live chic.

"Young Master, are you still bringing in lunch today?" The delicate sound came from outside the door, making the knife tremble.

It's so soul-hooking!

Do all the beauties from another world have such good voices?

Hey, why does it still sound familiar?

As soon as a thought popped up, a memory popped up.

It was a lingering memory of himself and a beautiful woman, although it was vague, but the face still clearly appeared in my mind, really, really beautiful, and with a heroic spirit.

It seems that this memory is yesterday? Or did it happen just before yesterday?

And the voice, yes, it was the sound that had just sounded, and it made my bones crisp with a single sound.

No, in this memory, how can I be very passive, seem to be reluctant, and full of anger.

Now that I think about it, my body is instinctively gushing with anger.

The thought came to mind.

Hey! It's the same, it's the same, it doesn't matter if he has any special hobbies in his predecessor.

Brother is here, brother must take the initiative to help you show your manly demeanor.

"Come in!" Thinking of this, the knife pretended to be pretending to say, and subconsciously wiped his saliva.

The door opened, and a beautiful woman in a period costume walked in.

In an instant, the knife was dumbfounded.

Damn, this ......!

The face is still extremely beautiful, and this figure is also bumpy and convex, with absolute breast enlargement and huge buttocks.

However, the question is how is the muscular fitness type? It's similar to the beauties in those videos who show off their muscles, beauty is beautiful, but it's not their own dish.

What we like is the child-faced ** delicate type.

Wrong? How did this beauty have a disdainful expression on her face.

Quite deep? But who is my brother, my brother is the second generation.

Today's second-generation is not a green tea that can be easily caught.

The beauty casually flicked one hand, and the tray fell lightly on the table.

Good guys, this hand is amazing.

At least two or three catties of large pieces of barbecue, super large bowls full of steaming broth, and a large plate full of vegetables.

Damn, performance miscellaneous.

Then, the muscular beauty jumped up directly and pounced in the air with her feet on the ground.

"Don't!"

Knife felt like it should have been called that, but it seemed to be preempted.

"Young master, don't, it's still daytime."

What's going on?

The knife is caught!

Immortal jump?

Overlord was bowed?

……！

"This young master." A sigh was heard outside the door.

"Forget it, the young master was exhausted yesterday, and he is hopeless! I don't care how many times I come. Another voice rang out, equally angry.

Alas, how could the old farmer stand it when he knew.

The two people who spoke were eight feet tall, with a tiger on their backs, a long knife pinned to their waists, and a faint murderous aura on their bodies, but they were wearing the costumes of subordinates.

The faintly audible sound seemed to stimulate the knife, and a wave of anger poured out, along with a stream of memories.

In this world, the country is governed by force, and the first is to use force.

The reason why the grandfather of the knife was sent here was because he lost Yuanyang in his early years, as the saying goes, he lost his body.

Once you lose your body, you will lose that little bit of innate vitality, according to the saying of this world, you will lose the introduction, no matter how talented you are, you will never be able to break through the innate again.

In this world, all people practice martial arts and become martial artists with a certain status, collectively known as the acquired martial artists, and the peak of the day after tomorrow is also a master, but for the children of the four major families, especially the direct line, they can't even break through the congenital, but it is enough to become the shame and laughing stock of the family.

This is the most regrettable thing in the life of the owner, Grandpa Xiaodao, but in order to gain a foothold here, the only son who is willing to come with him, known as the third son of the family Pan An, has to be humiliated into the Blue Scale Tribe.

Naturally, the opportunity to break through the innate was also lost.

Then, his grandson, the only grandson, became the only hope.

And the talent of the knife made this grandfather full of confidence in him.

Damn, brother doesn't want to waste firewood.

You're the one who hurt me.

The knife slammed into the beauty on the head.

The beauty was unmoved.

Easily ate this punch, and glanced at him casually, with contempt, as if to say, you are not even a waste of martial arts, can you hurt me?

Uncle can bear it, aunt can bear it, but I can't bear it in front of beautiful women.

Come out, my goldfinger.

In an instant, the knife was dumbfounded.

Because it really came out, the hand he smashed on the beauty's head stretched out, and according to the head, lines emanated from his hand, enveloping the beauty's head.

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