In the grove outside the dormitory building, Sima Ji said to Feng Wu'er with emotion: "Wu'er, thanks to you for arriving in time this time, otherwise if something happens to the young master, I really don't know what to do......"

"Of course, it's self-punishing!" Feng Wu'er had a pink little face, her voice was cold, and while carefully wiping her class sword, her big eyes were aimed at Sima Ji's neck.

…… You have a point, I am speechless! Sima Ji subconsciously shrunk his neck, it was not embarrassing to say it, don't look at his age and size are twice as big as Feng Wu'er, but he has never won heads-up.

The key is that as Murong Kunpeng's right-hand man, Feng Wu'er often takes ideas between the two.

Feng Wu'er doesn't have so much thought, she does things simply, directly and effectively, and Sima Ji is used to listening to her after a long time.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Sima Ji decisively changed the topic: "By the way, Wu'er, where did you get the grenade?" ”

"Huh." Feng Wu'er sneered, and pulled the sword in his hand into a sword flower: Joke! Will my dignified swordsman use a grenade?

"Not you?" Sima Ji was stunned: "Won't it?" Could it be the ironclad corpse that the young master blew up with a grenade? ”

"Uhhh

As soon as Sima Ji finished speaking, suddenly the sword intent struck, and in an instant, the hairs on his body stood up!

"You dare to slander your lord?" Feng Wu'er's little face was gloomy, and her big black and bright eyes were murderous.

Although Feng Wu'er's miniature version of Banjian didn't move, her gaze was as sharp as a sword's edge!

When she stared at Sima Ji's throat, Sima Ji actually felt as if the sword had been pressed against his throat, and under the conditioned reflex, there were large goosebumps on his neck......

"Don't, don't get me wrong, I'm not slandering the young master or anything, the young master is the son-in-law of the Murong family, how can he use a grenade, I mean that since it's not you, it's not the young master, who will it be?"

Sima Ji decisively admitted, although he believed that Feng Wu'er couldn't really attack him, but who could say for sure, Feng Wu'er was at the age of a bear child, and it was reasonable to be impulsive occasionally, right?

Feng Wu'er snorted coldly, retracted her gaze without the same knowledge as Sima Ji, and continued to concentrate on polishing her sword: "General Ben came to save you on the order of the lord, a grenade or something, General Ben has never seen it!" ”

"You mean to say that you called the young master to inform you of your arrival?" Sima Ji felt that his brain was a little insufficient: "In other words, the young master called you after the ironclad corpse was killed, since it was not a grenade used by the young master, who did it at such a critical time?" ”

"I don't know." Feng Wu'er frowned her little eyebrows like a little adult: "The lord's destiny returns, and naturally evil turns into good fortune." Maybe it was the heroes of the side who heard the name of the lord's benevolence and might come to escort him. ”

Where did you get that self-confidence? Sima Ji was stunned by Feng Wu'er's divine logic:

In the name of benevolence? Are you talking about Brother Bird spending money yesterday to invite me and an army of 100,000 to go to the Night Elves to be happy?

Heroes and heroes shouldn't be those ragged schoolgirls! It must be so!

"Speaking of which," Feng Wu'er glanced at Sima Ji, who had shaved the meat stockings on his head, "What does this mean?" ”

"This is ......" Sima Ji stretched out his hand and touched his head, and suddenly felt the cold air on his head, and couldn't help but secretly cry bitter in his heart, and hurriedly played on the spot: "Hood!" Otherwise...... It's cold at night, and it hurts to blow your brain! ”

In order to show that this is his living habit, Brother Ji is also quite hard, and he naturally stretched out his hand and pulled the long meat stockings hanging in his ears to the back of his ears and stuck them, and his movements were still a little coquettish......

I can't bear to look at it! Feng Wu'er's big black and bright eyes were hot and painful, and she quickly looked away: "You must inform me if the lord has something in the future, if there is a next time, Hugh blames General Ben for being ruthless under the sword!" ”

"No, I ......" Sima Ji just wanted to explain, but suddenly a cold light flashed in front of him, which frightened him subconsciously shrinking his neck.

Something soft slipped in his ear, and Sima Ji grabbed it with a trembling liver, but it turned out that the meat stockings had been cut in half.

Hearing only the sound of "BIU", when Sima Ji raised his eyes again, Feng Wu'er had disappeared without a trace.

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Murong Kunpeng had a dream, in which he was still a student of Luoyang Martial Arts University Murong Kunpeng, but he was no longer a single dog, but had a girlfriend Jiang Hanxue, who was beautiful and fragrant, and the school specially arranged a single dormitory for the two, and since then he and Jiang Hanxue have lived a life of sexual happiness without shame.

In the life of sexual happiness without shame, Murong Kunpeng encountered an indescribable problem, how to say it, that is, he and Jiang Hanxue would swap bodies from time to time, and they would not change at any other time, they would change it when they were banging, which was very embarrassing, the key was that there was no cure for this disease......

There is a murderous aura!

Murong Kunpeng was in the process of transitioning from active to passive, and suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw that Jiao Jingjing didn't know when he woke up, he was staring at the bloodshot little eyes, holding a broken crockpot in both hands, and smashing it on his head, Murong Kunpeng didn't hesitate to roll with a lazy donkey, and avoided the broken crockpot without any hair, and then fluttered again.

went around Jiao Jingjing's back, and with another hand knife, Jiao Jingjing fell to the ground again.

Anyway, Jiao Jingjing is a cultivator's body, not as fragile as mortals, and Murong Kunpeng is not worried about beating her to death, let alone if she is injured, don't forget what Danzong's old profession does.

Patting the dust that didn't exist on his body, Murong Kunpeng looked around and frowned: Why am I still here?

How long did I sleep?

Because the entire queen's village was shrouded in a thick fog, Murong Kunpeng had no watch, mobile phone, or anything on his body, and he fell asleep groggily, and he completely lost the concept of time......

It must have been less than a day, right? Murong Kunpeng thought about it like this, and felt that he should do something, anyway, he was idle when he beat the child on a rainy day.

In fact, it was originally a good choice to study the loot, but Murong Kunpeng had a black eye on the cultivation realm, how could he dare to study it casually? If you don't die, you won't die, Murong Kunpeng still understands this truth.

And the only thing he is sure of is practicing martial arts, and his ability to protect himself in the Xuanhuang Realm also depends on martial arts.

Why don't you try to see if this physical body can cultivate internal strength? Murong Kunpeng thought of it and did it, anyway, he wouldn't get pregnant if he tried.

The Murong family has a lot of martial arts, and there are also a lot of divine skills, but after thinking about it, Murong Kunpeng still feels that he should practice "King Kong is not bad divine skill", after all, this is the supreme divine skill of Shaolin Temple, and it is cultivated both inside and outside, in case Jiang Hanxue is really practiced into a King Kong fairy - think about it and be a little excited!