"If you are interested, you will be obedient in the future, otherwise I will pass this photo book to the city of Manlingzhou!"

Deacon Huo didn't suffer any kind of decay, not only was he stunned by Wang Fu'er unnoticed, but also took advantage of the fact that he was unconscious, got a pen and paper, and drew a few ** to write.

When Wang Fu'er was actually intimidating, he didn't have any support in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: "This thing is not a photo, it doesn't have the effect of blackmail, I'm just afraid of ......."

However, Wang Fu'er thought too much, and before he could launch a second wave of more powerful coercion, Deacon Huo was already frightened and begged loudly. Don't talk about Wang Fuer's subtlety and delicate writing, even if the face is distorted, the net palace painting with a distorted body shape is rare.

The portrait painted by Wang Fuer made Deacon Huo tremble. These few photos are a few points more like him looking in the mirror, the action is lewd, the posture is sultry, although he is fat, he is sexy and coquettish, and he is not inferior to a first-line porn star...... Wang Fuer has downloaded hundreds of gB of these pictures on the Internet on weekdays, and the inspiration for creation is naturally at hand.

"Little grandpa, what do you want to do, I will never stop you, I just hope that you will take care of your little name. My family, young and old, all count on me to raise it, if it ruins the reputation, don't talk about the deacon of the state pastoral mansion, even if you are a servant, no one will ask for it......" Speaking of the sad place, Deacon Huo cried loudly, although his voice was hoarse, but it was quite tasteful.

Wang Fu'er smiled, raised his head and said, "I haven't taken a bath for a long time, and my whole body stinks, so you came to rub my back." ”

Deacon Huo immediately agreed, got up and was looking for his big brush, remembering that something was wrong, hehe! Wang Fu'er pointed to his middle coat and said lightly: "I think it's still clean, so you can use it as a towel!"

Deacon Huo didn't dare to refute, so he could only smile wryly, hurriedly put on his coat, and came over to serve Wang Fu'er.

After taking a comfortable bath, Wang Fuer changed into a new clothes, suddenly felt refreshed, put his head together, and tied a ponytail at the back of his head. Laughing and groaning, find a clean place to sit down. Deacon Huo held back his anger, sprinkled it all on the remaining children, fished out the huge brush from the pool water, drank and ordered all the children to take off and lie down, and brush them one by one.

He obviously practiced this craft a lot, and his movements were very skillful, and it took less than half an hour for more than a hundred children to wash and wash up, and drink orders to change into new clothes.

Wang Fu'er was bored, a few blank pieces of paper in his hand, and drew a few more pictures of Deacon Huo's spring and brightness, and added it on his own, a few beautiful women with hot bodies went up, and when Deacon Huo was busy and walked over, when he saw a few of the pictures he painted, the fat on his face suddenly twitched, and his complexion turned blue and white.

It wasn't until Wang Fu'er stuffed all the drawing paper into his hand that Deacon Huo's face looked better. Hurriedly rubbed his hands together and crumpled these things into confetti.

"We're going to dinner now, do you want to come with me...... Our deacon's meals are more beautiful!"

Seeing that the other party was so well-behaved, Wang Fu'er agreed, and walked away in the envious eyes of countless children. Deacon Huo followed behind, and behind him was a group of small radish heads, high and low, in a very strange formation.

At the dinner table, Wang Fu'er knocked on the side, intentionally or unintentionally asked about the current situation in Lingzhou, Deacon Huo smiled bitterly, and said helplessly: "After this war, the population of Lingzhou was originally sparse, and now it has dropped to less than 700,000 people. Except for the six counties, which are still complete, the remaining 22 county towns have all been depopulated. Almost all the villages have been turned into ghosts!"

"Now there are more corpse soldiers and ghosts rampant in the wilderness than there are living people in Lingzhou. The state pastor was already too busy to clean up these harmful things. If it weren't for the fact that Lingzhou was originally a place of war, and the food reserves were sufficient on weekdays, it would be much more panicked now. ”

"Woo! the world is so chaotic......

After being hungry for a day, it was easy to have something to eat, and the deacon's food was really good and tasted very good. This meal was very valuable, and Wang Fu'er finally understood the situation of the Daqian Dynasty, and also had some understanding of the Xidi Demon Clan.

The Middle Earth Prefecture was divided into four major parts, and the Great Qian Dynasty occupied the central land, with the East China Sea at its back. Xidi occupies the extreme west, and now the Yuli Dynasty is in power, but the four demon commanders and the ten demon generals respectively hold the military power, and the royal family of the Yuli Dynasty only has the power to govern the capital of Xidi.

Although the Daqian Dynasty is better, it can only control the three central towns and eleven states. Although other state capitals still obey the imperial court decrees on the surface, they no longer need to consult with the imperial court for all taxes, appointments and dismissals, and sending troops.

Muyang Jiedu made Mu Yuanzhi straight, lived in Muyang City, governed the boundaries of Ling, Gon, and Qianzhou, and did not obey the orders of the imperial court. This time he died on the battlefield, and even Muyang Pass was occupied by Ji Xuan, the envoy of the Xiqi Festival, and Lingzhou Mu Dongfang Shuoming was undecided about where to take refuge next.

In addition to the two dynasties of Daqian and Yuli, and the East China Sea, there are still 47 islands of power, which are separated from the Dongao people.

Although the descendants of the Daqian Dynasty were descended from the Juling Torture Cadres and were orthodox for the human race, the people under their rule were not pure-blooded, and all ethnic groups were mixed, and half of them were demon clans. On the side of Xidi, the five major demon clans each have their own deep-rooted forces, and although the human race is fewer, there are also occasional people who show their talents.

Daqian, the current war in Xidi is just a local division, and they don't like each other, and the real war has not yet appeared.

"Well, it seems that the capital of the Daqian Dynasty is a good place to go, it should be relatively rich and prosperous, and there is no war. When I have the money to pay for the journey, it's better to go there and make a living. ”

After eating, Deacon Huo still had to arrange the accommodation of all the children, although he had some power, he did not dare to transfer an upper room for Wang Fu'er. Under the period of Ai Ai, I can't think of how to speak. When Wang Fu'er saw it, it was not difficult for him, and he proposed to stay with everyone casually, which made Deacon Huo breathe a sigh of relief.

The state pastoral mansion occupies a very large area, and it has long been assigned a wing room for this young soldier. Finally, I didn't need it for the time being, worrying about the three major problems of eating, drinking and living, Wang Fu'er slept very peacefully this night.

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