readx;? He lied without blinking his eyes, it was obviously a slight injury, but it immediately became a heavy blow in his mouth, but this was not to lie for the sake of face or anything like that, because he wanted to ask for the reward of the four thousand spirit stones, as for whether the red-crowned toad would continue to do evil in the future, it didn't matter, when the spirit stone was in his hand, could anyone force him to spit it out again?

The Zhuji monk was not stupid, and he could naturally hear the meaning of the words, but seeing that the ground was full of messes, and there were stains of blood, he expected that the red-crowned toad would definitely suffer a loss, so he said with a smile on his face: "The seniors are really strong in mana, and the juniors will definitely tell the clan about the matter!"

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Wan Qingping didn't care, he didn't believe that only one old Mai Jindan Keqing was in the shop dared to ignore his "hard-earned money", so he waved his hand and asked this person to retreat, while he continued to search the vicinity, so as to prepare for the hunt and killing of the red-crowned toad in the future.

A day later, a ray of light rose from the breeding ground and flew into the distance.

"This grassland has to be a big mess!" On the way, Wan Qingping found that he had finished eating the jerky he brought, and he was too lazy to do it, so he landed in a small tribe to ask for something to eat, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.

I saw seven or eight civilians tied up with ropes, and two thugs next to them whipped these civilians fiercely, and a man who looked like a nobleman in a luxurious dress said something viciously to the onlookers, meaning that this is the end of not paying taxes.

Wan Qingping knew that last year the Momba grassland suffered a large-scale snowstorm, a large number of cattle and sheep were frozen to death, and it is normal to not be able to pay taxes.

The whip can certainly deter others, but more often than not, it brings hatred, and when the hatred accumulates to a certain extent, it will inevitably explode, and it will explode in a violent and unbeatable way.

"But what does this have to do with me?" he shook his head and withdrew from the crowd.

As soon as he returned to the cave, Bayar hurriedly came to tell him, Wan Qingping asked Bayar to monitor the female cultivator named Manzhu before leaving, as for why he was allowed to monitor, I remember that when Manzhu was asked to take the Itchy Bone Pill that day, Bayar secretly watched in the side room, although it was well disguised, but he could still see the fleeting schadenfreude.

People are like this, once they suffer some kind of pain, when they see other people suffer from this kind of suffering, their hearts will be much more balanced, and Bayar is probably also in this state of mind.

"It's honest!" After listening to the announcement, Wan Qingping knocked lightly on the table and set his eyes on the courtyard.

At this time, the bewitching woman was drying her clothes, and when she leaned over to collect the clothes from the basin, her ass looked extraordinarily large and round against the backdrop of the clothes.

"Go, call her to me!" he commanded Bayar as he felt the fire that had accumulated in the purple mud swamp from the red-crowned toad's escape was rising.

Soon, the bewitching woman walked in, the monk was a monk after all, and most of the scratches caused by the itchy bone pill had healed as before, and only a few still had a few insignificant marks.

This woman is afraid of death and pain, and she was cleaned up a few days ago, so she was suddenly called in, and her heart was very worried, and her little pink face did not have a trace of blood at this time, like a frightened rabbit.

However, Wan Qingping's first words dispelled her doubts: "You have behaved well these days, I want to reward you!"

"The slave family doesn't dare!" said the bewitching woman to suppress the joy in her heart.

He smiled, looked the woman up and down, and then showed a pair of white teeth: "Well done, there will naturally be a reward, guess what this reward is?"

"The slave family doesn't know!" The bewitching woman's voice was glutinous, very good.

"I don't know, hehe!" Wan Qingping laughed, and then suddenly made a move, dragged the woman over, rudely pressed it to his leg, and lifted the woman's chin with his hand to make it face this side: "Let me ask you, how often did you do it with your master before?"

Such a direct question, especially when it comes to men and women, Rao is not a virgin, and her cheeks are flushed for a while.

However, this woman is not stupid, her fat ass felt the hardness like a stick, and she didn't know what Wan Qingping wanted to do, so she gently moved her buttocks, aimed her ass at the hardness, and sat down.

"Tell me how often!" he pushed up, and there was a tingling sensation coming from the object.

"Once every three or four days, sometimes, well, once a day!" the bewitching woman's voice became softer and softer, and her big sparkling eyes became misty.

Wan Qingping touched his chin: "It's not much!" and then put his mouth to the ear of the bewitching woman, and sighed slightly: "You haven't done it for so long, don't you want to?"

"Slave ......" The bewitching woman's pretty face suddenly became pink and red like a ripe peach, but she didn't answer, and she didn't know if she was really embarrassed or pretending to be so shy.

"Why are there several cucumbers missing from the cucumber vine in the courtyard, did you steal them?" Wan Qingping followed this tone and continued to talk about meat, stimulating the bewitching woman.

But in his heart, he said: What a baby! Not anything else, but after saying these few words, he found that the place where the bewitching woman was actually a little moist, sticky, and an indescribable strange smell also spread.

"The slave didn't steal!" the bewitching woman shook her ass lightly, her voice trembling.

"Didn't steal it, then how did you get here these days?" Wan Qingping looked at the woman like a prisoner.

After this period of observation, he found that although this woman is not a serious woman, she seems to be similar to Ye Guimei, however, in the face of this kind of meat, Ye Guimei is simply painless and itchy, but this woman is different, her body is very sensitive, and a few words can make her juice flow.

"Don't you use your fingers?" he continued to chuckle.

However, the woman suddenly made a surprising movement, got up directly from him, and then knelt between his legs, and untied the belt that bound his clothes and trousers with her soft little hands.

What is the situation? Although Wan Qingping had some guesses, he still couldn't believe it.

Then the woman lifted up her big watery eyes, glanced at him, saw that there was no indication, and continued to untie her clothes and trousers, and soon the thing with her head held high was revealed.

"Hmm~" Wan Qingping snorted lightly, but it was the enchanting woman who took the thing in her mouth with a rich little mouth, and then swallowed it, the rhythm control was very exquisite, not slow or slow, which was very refreshing.

What's even more wonderful is that the little tongue still pouts the thing from time to time, and the crispy numb feeling almost makes him fly into the sky.

"Jian goods!" After half a sound, Wan Qingping almost couldn't hold it, and pulled the thing out of the woman's mouth in one fell swoop, and then threw the woman on the bed......

(That's all I can say!)