He freed his hands that were kneading Lan Xiang's crispy breasts and pulled off his trousers. He hated, hated that the pants were too long, too tight, and so hard to take off quickly.

He reluctantly left Lanxiang's fragrant tongue and half straddled Lanxiang's delicate body. With the strength of his arms, "Boom, boom...", several sounds of fabric tearing, and all the clothes on Atumu's body shattered and flew. His whole body was **, and his lower body stood up like a giant pillar of steel.

The audience below heard the sound of tearing clothes, and they all looked up at a pair of wolf women on the bed. They knew that the show was about to begin, the "war" was about to begin, and Atumu was a general, and it was his nature to be belligerent, and he never got tired of it!

Lan Xiang looked up at Atumu**'s body, the muscles of his whole body were a little atrophied and sagging, especially the chest muscles, which were even more sagging. The skin is old and saggy, inelastic, and has lost the luster that a living body should have. The sunken eyes and bloodshot eyeballs are signs of aging.

If there is anything he can be proud of, it can only be his lower body, which is still standing strong despite his old age and decrepitness.

Atumu looked at Lan Xiang with bloodshot eyes, admiring the subservient beauties beneath him, and he felt a strong sense of conquest. He reached through the soft dress with his trembling hand to Lan Xiang's twin peaks, and under the squeeze of force, he grabbed the clothes on Lan Xiang's chest.

Orchid seems to be under a lot of force, a tempting "hum", the fragrant tongue swallows orchid. She blinked, a faint blue light flashing in her pupils.

Atumu was about to tear Lan Xiang's shirt, when he suddenly felt a numbness at the tip of his tongue, and a strong warm current entered his body along the tip of his tongue. Atumu's fists clenched, trying to use his energy to resist, but he couldn't control the warm current at all.

At this moment, he seemed to realize something, looked at the delicate man under him viciously, and under the bite of his big teeth, he seemed to have made up his mind, and raised a fist to smash it at Lan Xiang. Atumu's Iron Arm Divine Fist is not covered, he was also a high-level warrior, although he has neglected cultivation all year round, it is not comparable to ordinary warriors!

Before the fist fell, a strong wind had blown out of thin air, blowing the orchid fragrance all over the long hair. "Ahh Lan Xiang shouted, the voice seemed to be painful, like happiness, and more like ** came out.

When Atumu heard this voice, for some reason, his eyes were dark, his arms were weak, and the whole person fell on Lan Xiang's delicate body with a "bang". Lan Xiang hugged Atumu's thick waist and gasped:

"The lord of the city is so mighty, and he is a slave......... It's all your ......, the new clothes are soaking wet......"

The voice of orchid is **, and all men are immovable. The audience below looked at the changes in front of them, and thought that the city lord was going to play abuse again, but they didn't think about making the woman feel good, and they didn't even enter, so they vented up, which shows how this woman is in her bones.

Atumu supported his body with both hands, and stood up a little heavily, his eyes were blank at this time, and a fleeting flash of blue light flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the bewildered beauties under him, Atumu pulled up Lan Xiang's clothes, "Boom, boom, boom..." Atumu can be removed directly with energy like his own clothes, but then the process and taste will be lost.

As the classic saying goes: we don't care about the destination, we care about the scenery along the way.

In the same way, what Atumu cares about is not the last Lanxiang's fragrant body, but the process of getting her and seeing her body. It's exciting and enjoyable!

The audience below stopped their silver music, sat naked on the ground, and watched the "big battle" on the bed, and some ** greedy people even shed shameful saliva and hardened the lower half of their bodies!

Lan Xiang was torn by Atu Mu in the seductive shouting and only left a breast wrap, she might as well not shout, the sound of her shouting can only catalyze the male nature of the man and make the man more excited, Lan Xiang seems to have done it on purpose.

Atu Mugan licked his lips and stretched out his old hand to Lan Xiang's delicate and crisp breasts. When the old hand stretched out halfway, his eyes were stunned for a moment, and he suddenly turned his head and looked at the dark corner of Fang Cai.

In just an instant, Atumu's eyes were no longer distracted, but bright. He stared at the dark corner, and his even breathing let everyone know that Atumu was awake and not tired!

Following Atumu's gaze, the audience looked at the dark corner. Everyone realized something, and they held their breath and didn't blink their eyes, as if they were afraid to miss a single detail.

"Lord of the city..., the slave family is so comfortable..., the slave family still wants... Want! Lan Xiang looked at Atumu's appearance, and her two pink jade hands held the coquettish who was swaying from side to side on her lower body.

"Shh Atul didn't reply, raised a middle finger, and put it to his mouth to signal that Lanxiang was silent!

"Lord Castle, what's wrong with you?" Lan Xiang was still clutching Akomu's lower body.

"There's someone there!" Attu Mu didn't reply, and said in a very soft voice, for fear of being heard by the storage zài in the corner.

Following Atumu's gaze, Lan Xiang also looked at the dark corner. Suddenly, a flash of red light flashed in the dark corner, passing through the eyes of Atumu and Lanxiang.

"Ahh Lan Xiang lightly covered her apricot mouth with one hand, and her eyes were wide open, as if she was frightened.

Ignoring Lan Xiang's still grasping his lower body, Atumu broke free of Lan Xiang and jumped out of bed. Not far from the dark corner, Atumu sneered:

"Your Excellency, show up! Hiding his head and revealing his tail, what kind of hero is he? ”

As soon as this voice came out, the audience was all panicked, but they didn't dare to do anything, they were afraid!

There was no sound in the dark corner, and with a flash of red light, a person walked out. This person has a black square mask all over his body, and even his head is tightly covered by a black hood, so he can't see his true face.

It is this black dress that makes him merge with the dark corners, so that people can't see his existence and feel his existence. The only difference is that the scimitar in his hand is a bright red scimitar! Bright red, like blood; It's so red, it's all shining!

"Montenegro! Ha, ha, ha... You dare to trespass into my mansion, you are really not afraid of death! Before the man in black could speak, Atumu laughed at the man in black in a few laughs. It's as if the man in black is so stupid!

"It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's that Your Excellency is going to die! My lord seals the moon, let me take the head of Er! Now, it's your death! Black Mountain said in a hoarse voice, without a hint of emotion. It seems that Atumu is already a dead corpse!

"Feng Yue is so bold, but he knows how to strike first...... Atumu said coldly. The hanging hands were clenched, and the muscles of the two arms were round and full. Looking at this appearance, his Iron Arm Divine Fist had really run to the extreme.

It's just that from this point of view, his appearance is really funny, he is not wearing an inch, the muscles of his whole body are atrophied, but the muscles of his arms are strong, how is this not funny!

"Humph!" Black Mountain snorted coldly, and his body disappeared in place. Atumu was startled, one arm moved, a strong wind swung out, and with a "sonorous" sound, the black mountain appeared in mid-air, and Atumu pressed a fist against the scimitar slashed by the black mountain.

The Iron Arm Divine Fist is worthy of its name, and it will fight against the speed of light Black Mountain with its flesh and blood! Atumu clenched his big teeth, his eyes widened angrily, his iron arm shot vigorously, and with a "bang", the black mountain was shocked and flew out:

"My Iron Arm Divine Fist is not a Confucian battle, but it is a suicide!"

"Really? Your Excellency, let's look at your hands before we talk big! Your Divine Fist is nothing more than that! Black Mountain is also a high-ranking samurai, flew out a few meters, stabilized his figure, and said hoarsely in a voice that seemed to be smiling but not laughing.

Hearing this, Atumu sneered and did not raise his hand to look, he did not dare to be distracted in front of a master with the speed of light, distraction means death.

His spiritual power had quietly sensed the palm, and there was no other wound except for a very small scar on the back of the hand. Originally, he was still worried about what Montenegro said, but now he is not afraid, and he only thinks that Montenegro is bluffing him!

"Humph! Kill you first, then destroy the Seventeenth Army! Atumu gritted his teeth, as if a few words burst out between his teeth. The voice is cold, you can imagine! How many people are there in the Seventeenth Army, although they are all silkworms, they are also Homo sapiens, which is really a catastrophe for the silkworm tribe.

As soon as he finished speaking, Atumu had already made a move, and a powerful fist wind slashed through the void, making a sharp stabbing sound like tearing eardrums