The white river is far above the blue clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

Qiang Di buried his head in complaining about the willows, and the spring breeze was nine degrees of Yumen Pass.

Zhang Ji lay tired on the Luo bed, not wanting to move at all.

Even if it is a sweaty BMW, it will not be able to bear it after a night of galloping.

He looked at the graceful figure, Mrs. Hu, who had red cheeks, did not lie beside Zhang Ji at the moment, but changed a clean lake-blue belly pocket for herself, the tight-fitting lake-blue belly pocket just covered the delicate and delicate body, but the imaginative outline under the belly pocket made Zhang Ji have the idea of turning over and dismounting again.

"Sss

Zhang Ji, who just wanted to get up, lay back on the bed because of the soreness in his waist, and had no choice but to give up this brave idea.

The soaked lake blue sheets, the red marks of the Wanren Mountain, and the Qiang flute, which was buried in the willows, invaded the Yumen Pass to resist foreign enemies nine times.

But afterwards, Mrs. Hu actually gasped and rested for a while before getting out of bed, changing the soaked sheets and replacing them with a clean belly pocket, and then lying back on her feet, which made Zhang Ji feel a little back pain.

Mrs. Hu and Hu Meiren really deserve to be sisters, and they don't know martial arts, but the strength of this body is that even he can't bear the first-class realm.

Of course, this is also because of the tiger-like age of Mrs. Hu and Hu Meiren, plus they have poured all their loneliness over the past 16 years on Zhang Ji.

The considerate Mrs. Hu took out a silk scarf, wiped the sweat from the corners of her forehead for Zhang Ji, and looked at Zhang Ji's resentful little expression, the original shyness gradually disappeared, and a brisk smile appeared on her pretty face.

Zhang Ji is a very strange man, he invented papermaking and printing, I heard that he has a lot to do with the Mohists and Confucianists, and he can get along with a wicked person like Liu Yi.

Mrs. Hu chuckled and lay down, leaned her head against the crook of his arm, and pressed her delicate body tightly against Zhang Ji's body, the smoothness of the lake-blue satin and the frosted feeling of the lake-blue silk fabric on the jade legs came together.

"Zhang Lang is already very powerful, but the concubine has been too lonely all these years."

Mrs. Hu stretched out her slender jade hand to smooth Zhang Ji's frowning brows and comfort her little lover.

She has perfectly integrated into the identity of Zhang Ji's wife and concubine, and as a good wife and mother, she tries her best to make her husband feel happy, both physically and psychologically.

What's more, she didn't lie, it was true that she was over-demanding.

The sage's time and the strong love that emanated from Madame Hu's starry eyes implied veins made Zhang Ji completely relax his body.

"Speaking of which, why did Zhang Lang suddenly come here tonight?"

Mrs. Hu turned her head slightly and looked at the little lover who was close at hand, a little puzzled.

After all, Zhang Ji just came back today, and I heard that there was a young and beautiful peerless beauty in Zhang Ji's mansion, and she didn't understand why Zhang Ji didn't go to accompany the beautiful woman who might become his main room first, and came to find her.

"Because I miss Madame."

Zhang Ji laughed and hugged Mrs. Hu in his arms tighter, but it caused Mrs. Hu to roll her eyes.

A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost.

"Well, on top of that, I don't want to fall asleep in the smell of blood in my room tonight because my room is going to be bleeding."

Zhang Ji's words startled Mrs. Hu, and Mrs. Hu hurriedly held Zhang Ji's hand and asked in surprise: "Is it still the same group of giants last time?" ”

"It's some assassin sent by some nobles, who let me move their interests?" Feeling the worry and uneasiness of the beautiful woman in his arms, Zhang Ji gently patted the back of Mrs. Hu's hand, "It's okay, there are masters sent by the Mo family and Luo Wang to guard my mansion, I just don't want to see blood tonight, so I left the mansion with you by the way." ”

Mrs. Hu nodded ignorantly, she was the kind of person who didn't go out of the house except to watch a play with her sister, and she was mostly not interested in things in the outside world.

But after the news of Zhang Ji's cooperation with the Mo family, Confucianism and Luo Wang spread all over the world, she also got to know a little bit about it.

The guards of the killer organization with countless blood on their hands, coupled with the Mo swordsmen who are known for their faithfulness, chivalry, and protection, I think that no one should be able to hurt their little lover under their protection.

However, there are still some discrepancies between the facts and Mrs. Hu's conjecture.

Zhang Ji Mansion

The more than 30 doormen who rushed into the Zhang machine room froze the moment they entered the room.

A flame floating in the air swam rapidly in Zhang Ji's room, slicing through the candles and lighting one lamp after another, illuminating the room as bright as day.

A graceful figure lay on Zhang Ji's bed, his plain white jade hand against his smooth and smooth chin.

Flame Spirit Ji wore a bright and bright armor like a flame, and wore a long black skirt with high slits on her lower body, and a pair of black boots that were wrapped under her jade feet to facilitate movement, and the slender jade legs wrapped in black boots swayed slightly.

That peerless face and stunning figure shocked these doormen, even if they had seen countless pink beauties in the Lord's Mansion as a nobleman in the past, they couldn't help but be shaken for a moment by the flame spirit queen.

However, in the next moment, they lost the idea of reveling in the beauty of the Flame Spirit Queen, for there was still a swordsman with a broad-bodied short sword standing in the large room.

A black and white robe, a red forehead, and a mask of gods and ghosts.

Anyone who knows a little about the Mo family knows who this group of people in front of them is.

The Mo family god kills the swordsman!

In the past, although Mozi had been dead for several years, the Mo family at that time had not been divided, and enjoyed the legacy left by Mozi, and was full of martial virtues.

At that time, Deng Lingzi, who was not the leader of Chu Mo, but just an ordinary Mo family leader, had a misunderstanding of Shang Ying's new law, and dared to take the Divine Killing Swordsman to directly assassinate Qin Xiaogong and Shang Ying, forcing Qin Xiaogong to personally go to the Mo Family General Hospital to explain Qin Law, and this matter was revealed.

Since then, the Mo family god swordsman has been famous all over the world.

The Momen god kills, the sword comes out of the storm, and the sword falls and weeps ghosts.

However, there are not many real Mo family god killing swordsmen.

Even if it was the peak of the Mo family, Mo Zhai, the ancestor of the Mo family, gathered 100,000 rangers with superb swordsmanship around him, and he could only train 3,000 Mo family god killing swordsmen.

And now, the Mo family is divided into three points, Qi Mo has put down his force, Qin Mo is dedicated to studying the technique, although Chu Mo is full of martial arts, but he has participated in non-offensive wars everywhere for many years, and has suffered heavy damage, even if the Mo family headquarters can draw a group of elites from each of the three factions of the Mo family, it has only trained 1,100 Mo family god killing swordsmen.

The eight foreign leaders of the Mo family stationed in the Seven Kingdoms and the weak patriotic country were each assigned a hundred Mo family god killing swordsmen, and there were only three hundred Mo family god killing swordsmen in the hands of the Mo family headquarters.

But in order to protect Zhang Ji, the Six-Fingered Black Man sent a hundred Mo family god killing swordsmen to protect Zhang Ji, which shows the importance he attaches to Zhang Ji.

"Retreat!"

After realizing that the group of people in front of him was the Mo family's divine swordsman, the black-clothed man led by him immediately ordered a retreat.

But in front of the Mo family's divine swordsman, how could he retreat so easily?

What's more, at this moment, there is a resentful woman who is looking at this group of doormen with cold eyes.

A fiery snake composed of flames leaped into the room, swallowed the snake letter, and pounced on the group of doormen with its bloody mouth!

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