The man has gold under his knees, I have gold in wood, and I only have knees. - Ye Hehua.

"Without my brother-in-law, there would be no me, these two knees, I will get them back in the future!" Ye Hehua gritted his teeth, lifted his soft armor tragically, and with a "poof", his knees knelt on the cold and hard ground, and crawled to the humiliating crotch with his head high.

Fan Moya lifted his feet, pressed his toes against Ye Hehua's head, and said with thin lips: "Your brother-in-law is my person, as long as you say, 'The most worthy person in the world for my brother-in-law is the Holy Son', I can pardon you for drilling my crotch."

"Dream! My brother-in-law will always be the man of my sister Bei Hanjing, and if you drill your crotch, you will drill your crotch, and don't talk nonsense. Ye Hehua spat on Fan Moya's face, and saw the Black Lotus Holy Son as he wished, and his hypocritical mask was shattered into slag.

"Uh...... Let go ......" Ye Hehua was suddenly choked by Fan Moya, who had changed his face, and his feet were slowly lifted off the ground.

Ye Hehua was gradually blocked by the iron hand on his neck, which was constantly tightening, and the green tendons were bursting up in the red forehead due to lack of oxygen, and he kept slapping Fan Moya's wrist in an attempt to break free.

"Ye Hehua, today I will teach you what will happen to you, don't you say that Han Qing is your imperial sister's person?

I want you to see with your own eyes how your beloved brother-in-law moans tactfully under me. ”

Fan Moya's face was extremely evil, and his tone occupied the absolute high ground, with natural superiority, which made Ye Hehua's face pale in a word.

Fan Moya's eyes changed from pure silver pupils to scarlet magic pupils as he spoke, as if an evil god had descended.

Fan Moya stretched out his finger and quickly sealed the acupoint on Ye Hehua's body, and a string of white afterimages appeared quickly.

Then he threw Ye Hehua, who was speechless and unable to act, like throwing a little chick, mercilessly to the ground, successfully stirring up dust on the ground.

The lines of Fan Moya's side face are majestic and neat, like a ruler carefully carved, like a perfect cold statue, but it is not popular at all, which makes people feel frightened.

His scarlet eyes looked at Han Qing who was unconscious on the bed, his thin lips hooked up evilly, opened his clutches, and Han Qing, who was lying quietly, was quickly absorbed into his arms by his inexplicable strange power.

Fan Moya used absolute control from behind to restrain Han Qing strongly in his arms.

Han Qing's sleepy eyes were quiet, curled up with long eyelashes, and delicate shadows under her eyelids, like a fragile and beautiful porcelain doll.

Han Qing lowered his arrogant head, hung his limbs, lifeless like a soulless marionette in Fan Moya's hand, Ye Hehua saw this scene, and his heart "groaned", and something bad rose in his heart.

"Ahh Fan Moya was close to Han Qing's ear, and his deep magnetic voice invaded his brain waves strongly in the enclosed space.

With a command, Han Qing suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at Ye Hehua.

Ye Hehua was startled, his heart trembled violently, and cold sweat ran down his sideburns.

"Ah Qing, you tell this kid, who is your true love?" Fan Moya's chin rested intimately on Han Qing's shoulder, tilted his head sharply to look at the panicked Ye Hehua, pointed at Di Ye Hehua, hooked the corners of his cold and ruthless lips, and asked proudly.

"Ah Qing, naturally I love it very much." Han Qing's dark eyes were hollow, and he opened his mouth to declare without emotion.

Fan Moya pulled over the chair next to him and sat down, and coaxed: "Ah Qing sit down and tell that kid how you love me."

Han Qing seemed to have changed into a different person, his pure black eyes rolled, his stiff limbs suddenly became soft, and his handsome face was full of charm and softness at an incredible speed.

Han Qing came to life like a coquettish and greasy demon snake, took the initiative to stick to Fan Moya, stretched out his lilac tongue, and gave a hot and humid snake kiss.

The two red tongues were entangled, sucking each other, pulling out a crystal silk thread, and Ye Hehua's face was red and itchy, and he couldn't wait to find a hole to get into.

"Hahaha......" Fan Moya's scarlet eyes glanced at the stunned Ye Hehua, and smiled ambiguously.

Oh my God, he couldn't believe it, the mighty and cool brother-in-law has become a grinding goblin who pleases the black-hearted son!

Fan Moya's evil arts, if you don't see them in person, you can't believe it, it's really terrifying.

It's not a mortal thing, it's from hell......

"The show has just begun." As soon as Fan Moya's malicious words fell, Ye Hehua began to struggle strongly, wanting to break through the invisible shackles and stop his desecration of Han Qing.

But under the forced pressure of the acupuncture tunnel, he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't save his family.

Fan Moya recklessly possessed every inch of Han Qing's skin, and the two hugged on the chair, kissing continuously, lingering and heartbeating.

Ye Hehua wanted to tell Han Qing to wake up quickly and stop being toyed with by Fan Moya, but all he could say was a hoarse and silent anxious gasp.

Ye Hehua resented himself for offending Fan Moya and causing Han Qing to suffer from his flesh and skin, and he knew that whatever Fan Moya wanted him to say was up to him.

As the minutes passed, and the ears were interrupted, Ye Hehua lowered his eyes silently, and his eyes flowed with humiliating hatred.

Fan Moya cruelly taught him what is called the dark reality, if you are in this world, you are powerless to protect yourself, you can only be slaughtered wantonly.

In front of Ye Hehua's little brother, Fan Moya shamelessly toyed with Han Qing, completely showing what it means to be arrogant and wanton!

Under Han Qing's enthusiastic service, Fan Moya lifted his pants briskly, approached the depressed Ye Hehua with long legs, and kicked him down violently.

He condescended, stared at the ant with pity, showed his white and neat teeth, raised his foot and crushed it in his face, and kindly taught: "Boy, don't make me angry."

Ye Hehua's black eyes stared at him, shooting out a strong killing intent, Fan Moya snorted twice, and unceremoniously crushed and ravaged his face under the soles of his feet, and did not forget to spit and smear.

Fan Moya straightened his clothes, and before leaving, he didn't forget to lift Han Qing's jaw and have a perfect farewell kiss.

He deliberately left Han Qing, who was lost in the ocean of lust, and left happily and refreshed.

The acupuncture points on Ye Hehua's body untied themselves after Fan Moya left, and he hurriedly ran to Han Qing, who was disheveled and paralyzed into mud on the chair.

Ye Hehua hurriedly tied up his messy clothes, hugged Han Qing who was intoxicated and scattered, and saw the licking and aftertaste expression on his handsome face, and felt that he had been slapped hard in the face.

He seemed to hear Fan Moya's smug laughter, which resounded in his ears.

"Hehehe......" Han Qing caressed himself unwillingly, his eyes were still half-closed in fascination, and his thin red lips smiled stupidly.

"Brother-in-law, don't be like this!" Yehehua leaned on his chest, grabbed his self-desecrated wrist, and said helplessly and painfully.

His admirable brother-in-law is not like this!

Damn Fan Moya, sooner or later I will personally cut off your head and kick it as a ball, and drive the hateful Black Lotus Sect out of the Northern Cold.

For the first time, the ferocious eyes of a carnivore appeared, and it was a man's strong blood.

Ye Hehua just wanted to re-dress Han Qing, but Han Qing suddenly pulled him in his arms, and the two were ambiguously close to each other, and they kissed directly.

"Three Kings...... Zi ......" Everyone was surprised to see that the innocent Ye Hehua and the little soldiers drove boldly in the camp tent, and stood at the door of the camp tent for a while.

Bei Hanjing's eyes were full of anger, she could shoot tens of thousands of sharp arrows, she naturally recognized the masked soldier as her husband.

Ye Hehua pushed away Han Qing, who was unaware of the commotion, and quickly covered his face and shouted, "Sister Wang, it's not what you think!"

Bei Hanjing took off the double axe on her back expressionlessly, rubbed the double axe and approached, squinted her eyes and smiled kindly and said, "Bastard boy, the person who moved me has grown guts."

The conscience of heaven and earth can be learned from the sky, and the bad guy has another person, how innocent he is.

For a while, rumors spread in the army, Bei Hanjing forgot her old love Han Qing and fell in love with the new soldiers, but she bumped into her brother-in-law and the soldiers driving in the camp tent, and a green grassland grew on her head.

This episode flashed in the battle between the two armies, and three days later, Mu Yun's army was burned in grain and grass because of its deep penetration into the enemy's territory, and it had no choice but to withdraw its troops in embarrassment.

The whole army of the Northern Han raised wine to celebrate, and the Northern Han Jian led the army, under the wine and flowers of the people, returned to the country with infinite scenery and accepted the emperor's Zen seal.

Ye Hehua was even more supported by his feet, paraded through the streets, his mouth cracked, and he was happy to accept the enthusiastic support of the people like a fool.

Han Qing drove the red horse, embraced Bei Hanjing openly in his arms, saw the joyful and carnival street scene, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he followed the team leisurely.

The people looked at their princess in amazement, and they were hugged by a strange-looking soldier, and they couldn't help but talk about it.

Han Qing caught a glimpse of Ye Hehua's kid, and he got carried away excitedly, rolled his eyes with a crooked mouth, and muttered, "This time that kid is cheap."

"Hehe, beauty, you are the real hero." Bei Hanjing held the back of his hand, turned her head in the sunlight and smiled, her eyes were full of admiration.

"The show has just begun, what should be mine is mine, and no one can run who should run." Han Qing was extremely satisfied, and looked directly at Bei Hanjian, who was standing at the front of the team and waving at the people, with thin lips showing a weird smile.

Bei Han suddenly felt a cold wind blowing through his spine, touched his back strangely, and sensitively searched left and right for the cold and piercing sight that disappeared in the crowd.

"Yes, a new hunt has just begun, Fan Moya, you should be arrogant and pay the price for you." Bei Hanjing's deep eyes slipped through a trace of pre-war fanaticism.

The trombone broke through the sky, the flag of the conferred seal was fierce, Fan Moya was dressed in a black robe, standing on the white jade railing in front of the altar, looking at the carriage slowly coming from the long street, his silver eyes floating with a dark desire for power.

In Beihan, he is the sky, he is the truth, he is the supreme god, and no one can shake it.

The king is nothing more than a puppet in his hands.

Only the most beautiful person in the world can be worthy of him and be able to sit with him in this supreme position.

Fan Moya saw Han Qing riding with Bei Hanjing, his silver pupils shrank, he was very jealous in his heart, and his hand holding the white jade railing was bruised.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and a distant dark cloud appears imperceptibly in the clear sky, and an invisible storm is brewing in the northern cold.