When the Eighth and Ninth Apostles heard the sound of the broadsword and forehead, they immediately began to bark wildly and glared at him coldly.

"Lei Guang, you are so lucky, this is not the Holy City, if this is the Holy City, I can help your eldest brother educate him."

"If this is not Huaxia, I will teach you first."

Obviously, they are all afraid of the Sino-Arab brigade and the big affairs, afraid of a big knife in the brigade, afraid of the strikers in the extraordinarily large group. They are the two major organizations of China and Afghanistan, and they are the masters of the clouds.

Historically, many of their masters of the Great Cult have died at the hands of two major organizations, including many apostles. Not so long ago, an apostle died from a huge sword.

"Your Excellency, there's a message from the newspaper department."

At that time, a foreigner came in and took the scene as a bad surprise, but pretended not to see it and told him.

"BAA News"? The Seventh Apostle asked.

"The blasphemer has been discovered."

"Finally found a blasphemous man. Where is he? "The Nine Apostles, Thunder Bright, sometimes scratching and excited, said.

"There is nothing to seek but to find the great blasphemy. The Eighth Apostle laughed.

"Jill, you!"

"Never talk about it, the blasphemer has been found, there's a dry thrower, and that's what we did."

The Seventh Apostle muttered, "If you want to be open-minded, put your hands on the great blasphemy later." ”

Go ahead!

The mountains and the rain were going to blow the whole building everywhere, but they didn't know the city yet.

They drove east-west cars through the mountains, along distant tracks, not to mention cameras, and even a slightly better private car was hard to find. Sometimes they can't see the car for more than ten hours.

Sometimes they can't find a hotel after the deadline, so they have to sleep in the car at night.

No, I'm sleeping in the car again tonight.

The car in the east and west of Vietnam was parked next to it, the lights were on, Zhang Cheng was cooking outside, and Zhao Yeji was playing with his mobile phone in the car.

"Not yet"? Zhao Yeji asked.

"It's still early."

"I said if you could hurry, I'd be hungry too."

"If you want to hurry, come on."

Zhang Cheng didn't tell you that there was a fire in front of him, roast chicken.

Tonight we were at the barbecue, making drinks and beer, she made all the drinks, Zhao Yeji needed them for a while, these two days, happened, her friend, Dad's photo courtesy of the city.

"I suspect I'm pregnant and probably have your baby in my belly. Do you want your child to be initiated by his mother and not be afraid to interfere with the fetus? ”

Zhang Cheng didn't say that, mainly because he wasn't in his heart. Tomorrow morning, you probably won't wrap them together.

If they don't talk at night, no one will believe it.

"Admit it, son and father of the child," Mr. Zhao said.

Zhang Cheng said: "Even if we have a relationship tomorrow, it doesn't mean that we have children.

Ha ha!

Zhao Yeji smiled, showing a sweet smile of victory, "I won."

"The female stream is big," Zhang Cheng boasted.

"I'm Liuda, you're Liuda."

Zhang Cheng didn't say again that he could speak, but he was angry, but he couldn't help it. He felt that his mouth was too smart. How could he take this woman? Every time he fought, he lost her.

Perhaps, this is also a Rift IQ dynasty. Zhang Cheng thinks that he is not cheap, but it is impossible for an IQ dynasty to be 22 years old.

Zhang Cheng said: "Let's go, come and eat fried **." ”

Zhao Yeji put down her mobile phone, and from the car in the east and west of Vietnam, we came to the town to sit down and eat fried chicken.

"Okay, okay, where did you learn the skill?"

After Zhao Yeji tore the chicken apart, she was bitten, her eyes were bright, and the old lady was also on her side.

Zhang Chenghe smiled: "Rich people like you are used to richer seafood, and the barbecue is also delicious, but I am very good." That's what Zhang Bo taught me. ”

"Who is Zhang Bo?" Zhao Yeji stopped, his eyes lit up.

"That's the people who helped me. I grew up in an orphanage. If he doesn't take me to the orphanage, I'm dead. ”

Zhao Yeji knew that Zhang Cheng grew up in an orphanage, but she didn't know that there was also Zhang Bo. He took Zhang Bo seriously and asked, "Where is Zhang Bo now?" ”

I have another one, too busy, sorry, but this class is not easy for us.

Zhang Cheng said casually, suddenly frowned, and Zhao Yeji, who had just started standing guard, said, "Why do you ask?" ”

"It's weird."

Zhao Yeji replied: "I have studied your background and know your childhood experiences in general, but I have never heard of your relatives. I'm sure I'll be surprised to hear about my uncle. ”

"I don't think so."

Zhang Cheng is not very good at deception.

"Of course, there are other factors." Zhao Yejie didn't hide it, to be honest, he said, "I know someone beats, and that person is also Zhang." ”

"Who is this man?"

Zhang Cheng's heart was trembling, if Zhang Bo handed him over. He hadn't seen anyone else in a long time.

Zhang Tianwu

"Who's that?" And Zhang Cheng. He had never heard of this name, but Zhao Yeji's next sentence changed Zhang Cheng's face slightly.

"Zhang Tianwu, you don't know who this is, but you should know the name of King Wu. He is a legend and a gift. He was afraid of the sky, and he ran all over the world. As a result, he was known as King Wu and was one of the most powerful monarchs in the East. ”

Zhao Yejie told me.

King Wu, of course Zhang Cheng knows. Through the Gate of Divine Calculation, we know that Uncle Zhang is the identity of the Martial King. At that time, Bo Zhangcheng already knew that Zhang's identity was not common, but he didn't think it was scary to imagine.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Bo is one of the strongest champions in the East. As long as you listen to the two most powerful points, you can roughly guess Zhang Bo's version.

"Do you know what he does?" Zhang Cheng asked.

His face changed. Zhao Yeji looked into her eyes. He smiled and continued, "Martial King, martial arts are the greatest in the world, but how oppressive is his origin? It is said that when he was one year old, his parents abandoned him in the snow and ice. If it weren't for the good people who saved him, he would have died. ”

Zhang Cheng's face changed color again, and he looked like Zhang Bohan.

"The worst thing is that he suffers from a serious genius disease and cannot live for more than 20 years. But he was afraid that the martial king who would get ahead would ruin his life. He's in his 30s, and his training is unpredictable. ”

"Unfortunately, King Wu was destined to have three accidents, six accidents, and nine illnesses. King Wu is a king of generals who have suffered from natural and man-made disasters. His wife, wife, father and mother were restrained. In this life, there are destined to be many disasters and the destruction of the Heavenly Dao. Just over 20 years ago, King Wu practiced magic, lost all his strength, and was hunted down by countless enemies. ”

Zhang Bo was also the king of Erjiang, and he had three misfortunes, six accidents, and nine illnesses. Hearing this, Zhang Cheng understood why Zhang Bo liked him and taught him attentively.

"Later, when I heard that King Wu had been killed, some people said that he had found a quiet place to live alone."

"Look at your face, this Zhang Bo should be the legendary Martial King. This also explains why you're fighting like a fight.

"You're right, Zhang Bo should be the Martial King, I only found out a few months ago.

Zhang Chengtan's tongue, Tao.

"Is he really dead?" Zhao Yeji asked suddenly.

"Of course he's dead," Zhang Cheng silently lamented. His grave is on the hill behind the orphanage. When I came back, I went to worship in person. ”

Zhang Bo is not dead, only one person in the town knows.

He didn't want to publish the news of this uncle's life jacket. According to Zhao Yeji, Zhang Bo should have many enemies.

If he had to know, it would be bad.

In addition, Zhang Cheng did not forget Zhang Bo's words, he said, let him practice "Ninety-Nine Returning to Heaven" at the highest level, and on the ninth floor, they met again.

"I don't think so," Zhao Yeji said softly, humming a song. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Ling Blood Battle Soul Claw Book House" for free for the first time.