Chapter 30 is full of thanks

"What kind of bullshit is the Holy King?" Zhao Haochen smiled contemptuously, with a disdainful expression on his face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind and snow between heaven and earth seemed to become bone-chilling and cold because of his laughter, and the cold snowflakes froze in the air.

"Come on, take it away for me!" The stunning pupils constricted, the eyes narrowed slightly, the bone-chilling chill emanated from the eyes and face, and the cold eyebrows condensed a layer of white frost in the cold world, and the face was gloomy.

The glamorous woman squinted, and in the next second, the iron chains in the hands of several warriors behind Zhao Haochen rubbed against the snow-white ground, and a low and dull tone permeated the surroundings.

Cold snowflakes sprinkled unscrupulously from the sky, light cast through the cracks in the surrounding canopy, and the cold chains exuded a bone-chilling chill, and the cold air continued to emerge from above.

Zhao Haochen stood quietly in place, the cold weather seemed to have no effect on him, he was still like an ice statue, looking at the cold and arrogant woman in front of him, but a playful and funny smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of flashing light.

Zhuge Wan'er stood forward slightly, her graceful figure flashing in the cold wind, her ruddy face flashed with a hint of anxiety, and the magic sound rippled in her mind, as if the front paws of the god of death had touched her body, trembling slightly.

However, the bone-chilling cold wind howled, Zhuge Wan'er caught a glimpse of Zhao Haochen's face, and her cold heart regained a trace of warmth.

In addition to the howling of the snow and the shaking of the cold chains, the deathly silence, the cries of the hawkers, the noise of passers-by, and the shouts of passers-by...... All disappeared without a trace.

"Did I say I wanted to go with you?" The handsome eyebrows and eyes carried the undisguised banter, and the faint voice seemed to be from the call of the Nine Hells, and it was also like the laughter of Elysium, and the rosy lips floated up and down.

"You don't count!" The cold woman looked at Zhao Haochen's handsome face, her heart was boiling, a body fragrance that belonged to a woman slowly escaped from her body, her charming eyes were blurred, and the heat from the bottom up continued to wash her mind, twisting her bewitching and graceful posture, with the most vivid temptation in the world, a slight moan came from her mouth, coquettishly caressed.

The third leg of Zhao Haochen's lower body with endless might, "Teng" jumped up, standing upright, panicking with Zhao Haochen's trembling, and wanted to break through his pants.

His face was slightly red, and he shook the snow-white robe on his body, and before others knew it, he gently covered it, bulging, but it was not as obvious as before.

It doesn't matter if he stretches his waist, his movements stretch beautifully, the charm of **silk is fully revealed, the playful expression slowly disappears, and the bright smile looks like a huge blooming bud, but in this silent deep winter, the cold street is a little out of place.

There are a few black balls on Xiumei's right hand, standing quietly, looking plain, like a few mud pills that have been deducted from somewhere.

"These few are all right to be thank-you gifts, and I hope the beauties will smile!" After speaking, I saw Zhao Haochen shake his hand, and three black and shiny balls that were a little unbearable to look at fell on the few warriors who came over with cold chains behind him.

Zhao Haochen closed his eyes gently, quickly hugged Zhuge Wan'er in his arms, covered his face with the other hand, felt the slightly hot body of the beauty in his arms, struggled slightly, the two soft jade rabbits on his chest were tightly attached to Zhao Haochen's chest, and the hot breath made him a little breathless, his breathing was a little short, and his face was red.

In the bitter cold winter of the ice and snow, the handsome and dashing boy and the fresh and beautiful girl hugged each other warmly, their cheeks were red, like a red-hot stove, and the hot breath steamed out, and the scorching heat seemed to melt the cold snowflakes flying in the sky.

And the real embarrassment is Zhao Haochen's uncontrollable pillar of optimus at this moment.

Zhuge Wan'er's body froze instantly, breathing in the scorching heat emanating from Zhao Haochen's body and not being able to release the male breath for a long time, her sober head seemed to have suddenly encountered nine thunderbolts, her mind was blank, and the red of the peach petals on her face suddenly lost its bloody color, and the pale ruddy soaked her entire delicate face.

The eyes of all of them were looking at the jet-black balls that rolled down the soles of the warrior's feet, with a questioning look on their shocked faces, even the cold woman had a cold look, her brows were furrowed, and she was extremely serious, ready to evacuate at any time.

While everyone was staring with bated breath, there was a loud "boom", and a storm of white snowflakes on the cold street suddenly hit in all directions from the soles of their feet, and the waves of air that destroyed the heavens and the earth were overwhelming, and the scorching breath swept the earth.

The white air was mixed with the bloody smell of red flesh, and the hot air steamed this disgusting breath, scattering in all directions, and the viscous plasma turned into blood droplets flying in the sky, crackling and falling from the sky, and the red blood rain made this place look like a demon's feeding factory.

At the moment when the cold woman just exploded, she sensed the huge energy that seemed to be about to shatter the heavens and the earth, and her feet, which had been poised to attack, stepped on the cold snow hard, and the creaking sound still echoed in her ears, and the overwhelming energy storm swept around, the whistling sound was like a sharp blade, and the eardrums of the people who were cut hurt painfully, and a giant beast of the desolation stepped on the earth-shaking steps, opened its bloody mouth, and hid her in the darkness.

Shake off the shaking dust on his body, gently brush away the stains on Zhuge Wan'er's hair, and faintly look at the chaotic and bloody streets in front of him, which has been covered by the overwhelming hot breath.

Specks of light shattered across the massive canopy and projected onto his face. In the bright light, his face looked as delicate and handsome as a sculpture of ice and snow, and at the same time, he also had a bright smile.

The robe on his body was covered by the scorching air waves, and not a single snowflake fell, and a few lumps of black rotten meat exuded a scorching smell, which made people sick.

Zhao Haochen retched, then half-squinted his eyes, rubbed his ears, and made a pleasant expression, as if enjoying the tranquility of the moment. He turned his head, a pair of clear eyes exuded dazzling brilliance in the light, and walked up to the cold woman unhurriedly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "How about it, does it matter if I say it?"