Qianjixun opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, Wang Er was much more tolerant of him than his beloved disciple, after all, Wang Er came back less, and Bibi Dong had to send people to torture him every day.

For a certain period of time, Wuhun Hall has been recruiting masters who have special hobbies, special techniques, and are good at all kinds of torture and torture, and it is specially prepared for him.

At its peak, it can even reach a whole month without repeating the same, and every day is a new trick, which has created the state of thousands of diseases and now the ancient well.

After enduring it for a long time, Qianjixun finally did not resist the temptation of fine wine, even if he knew that it was a pit, he wanted to try it.

The scrawny claws suddenly stretched out, and grabbed the wine bottle with lightning speed, like an outlaw who had not seen water in the desert for a long time.

"Boom!

Goo ......"

After pouring two mouthfuls, Qianjixun's throat choked for a while, as if he was about to spit it out, but in the end he swallowed it reluctantly.

"Special mother, what kind of wine is this, it's like rum and it's not the same, it's too rushed, it's a little top, why does it still seem to be warm?"

Wang Er's face twitched and he smiled, seeing that Qianjixun was still smashing his mouth and tasting the taste of wine, he finally couldn't help laughing.

"Hmm...... Hahaha! ”

Wang Er's smiling profligate remains, patting the floor, laughing wildly, tears of laughter are about to come out.

After putting the wine bottle to his nose and sniffing it deeply, he seemed to have remembered something, his face instantly turned iron-blue, his stomach churned, and he raised his hand to Wang Er with a look of disbelief.

"You......

WDNMD, this is not wine!

You are also a generation of strong people, why did you do this, and actually fed me the Pope to drink this grain reincarnation! ”

Wang Erxiao's stomach hurt, his intestines began to cramp, and he said weakly:

"Yo, how's the rum smell?

Haha, you've been looking for a thousand things for so many years, and you still can't put it down, you just pee, and what kind of grain reincarnation is there, it's the fresh and hot horse urine I just received. ”

After getting the exact answer in Wang Er's mouth, Qianjixun's eyes instantly turned red, and the green tendons on his head burst out, as if he had been humiliated.

Of course, in fact, it is indeed a great shame that the dignified generation of popes was actually fed horse urine, which is still fresh and hot, which is outrageous.

Crash!

Qianjixun was furious, and he dragged up his extremely weak body and jumped up, like a tiger pounced on Wang Er.

Of course, the tiger pounced on the food was what Qianjian imagined, after all, he was once the Pope of the Wuhun Palace, and he felt that he was still in the power of the tiger's death.

But in fact, today's Qianxun has been malnourished for many years, thin skin and bones, deep-set eyes, and a pair of palms as thin as chicken paws.

The clothes worn on his body are still the gorgeous papal uniform that he wore when he was locked up here, but after more than ten years of wear and tear, he is now similar to a beggar's outfit.

So in the eyes of Wang Er, this image of Qianjixun is more like a vicious dog pounced on food, rather than a tiger.

Even Wang Er was still holding his stomach and laughing wildly, not even bothering to hide.

Not to mention that Qianjixun has been locked up for so many years, and the soul ring was abolished and the pipa bone was locked.

Even if Qianjixun is still in his peak state, facing Wang Er at this time, it is not enough to see it at all.

Don't look at a dignified Titled Douluo, but his strength is almost the sewer in Titled Douluo, he has no strength, but he has no matching experience in life and death, just like a little kid with a long knife.

"Uhh

When Qianjixun's skinny claws were still half a meter away from Wang Er's head, the iron chain locked on Qianjixun's pipa bone was completely straightened, and under the deadlift, Qianjixun snorted and fell to the ground in pain.

Lying on the ground and moaning in pain, Qianjixun did not forget to continue to speak Wang Er.

"Dog thief, you must not die well, be a man and leave a line, see each other in the future, you will have retribution!"

Syllable!

Wang Eryi kicked Qianjixun's face, and the few remaining front teeth fell to the ground with blood, and Qianjixun was also kicked and slid and hit the wall.

"Damn, you don't figure it out, who is the villain, is there any mistake, you are a secret room Douluo who is spurned by tens of millions of people, you are so miserable, believe it or not, I will sue you for slander!"

Wang Er used his shadowless feet in Foshan and kept kicking on Qianjixun's body, like kicking a sandbag, if he didn't teach this old boy a lesson, he probably couldn't remember who was the villain.

With Wang Er's current physical fitness, if it weren't for the small life of Qianjixun, he would have been able to kick until he was old.

However, in order to take care of Qianjixun, Wang Er finally stopped without a shadow, and kicked the angry former Pope Qianjixun into the corner, and then pushed open the door of the secret room.

This secret room is behind the Pope's throne in the Wuhun Palace, but because the sound insulation effect is too good, so the series of movements that Wang Er made just now did not notice Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the throne and pretending to sleep.

Bibi Dong, who is not tall, sat on the papal throne at the end, and the bright golden dress was head-to-toe, extremely fitting, and the dazzling dress shimmered, with more than 100 red, blue, and gold gems on it.

The nine-curved purple gold crown on the top of his head is even more glorious, holding a scepter about two meters long and inlaid with countless gems.

Her fair skin and near-perfect appearance made her look so different.

Especially the kind of invisible noble and sacred exuded by the body, it is even more unbearable to give birth to the mood of prostration.

Bibi Dong is so amazingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and tranquil, and all kinds of beautiful words seem to be used on this woman. Although she is no longer young, the traces of time do not seem to have left a mark on her.

Such a perfect woman, the moment Wang Er's figure appeared in the Martial Spirit Palace, the influence of the gods above fluctuated.

Bibi Dong, who closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes, and Wang Er's figure was reflected in his pupils.

The sacrosanct Martial Spirit Hall Pope Bibi Dong threw down the scepter in his hand, pulled Wang Er and pressed it to the Pope's throne.

The slender, straight thighs were raised high and rested on the shoulders of the second king, restricting him to the papal throne.

"Stinky brother, you still know to come back!"

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes are circulating, full of style, full of resentment, and the holy and elegant Martial Spirit Hall Pope just now formed a strong contrast.

Wang Er didn't resist, but with a pair of hands dishonestly searched up and down on the leg that Bibi Dong drove to him, feeling the smoothest and most tender thigh in the world.

"Sister, isn't there something wrong with me, my husband was born in heaven and earth, how can he live under people for a long time, I also have to work hard to cultivate in order to protect you."

Wang Er's sister called so naturally, although the two had been married, but that night, Wang Er called Bibi Dong like this, and it has always been the same until now.

And Bibi Dong's age is indeed much older than Wang Er, a female junior, holding gold bricks, Wang Er has to hold at least a few pieces.