Chapter 31: Thunderbolt God Thunder

The skyless blizzard enveloped the entire world in chaos. The only street without snow www.biquge.info also fluttered and fell large snowflakes, the huge smell of burnt paste in the air was gradually buried by the wind and snow, the hot blood slowly lost its residual heat, and the blood-red ice edges hung on the branches of the trees and scattered on the street.

The wind and snow were unscrupulous, eroding the skin of the people who had been standing in the market for a long time, and the misty eyes were full of surprise and shock, and the whole person was shrouded in great fear.

Zhao Haochen, who pretended to be calm, had a delicate face, and his faint banter words broke the silence at the moment.

The icy woman's icy and exquisite face was suddenly awakened, and she raised her head, facing Zhao Haochen's sharp eyes, as if the lightning sword roared and stinged her eyes, and a sharp pain rushed into the cold woman's mind.

The cold woman suddenly trembled and shrank back a few steps, her steps were vain, her qi and blood were unstable, floating up and down, but her exquisite pupils were surging with an endless terrifying mist of extreme fear, and her round face looked terrifying, without the moisture of blood, like a dry earth, wrinkled, and shrouded in a bleak white.

"You...... You ......" Her body was shrouded in a huge fear, her delicate body trembled in the raging wind and snow, and her smooth and delicate Qianqianyu hand raised slightly, pointing directly at Zhao Haochen.

"Do you still like this gift?" Zhao Haochen's heroic face was as stubborn as a teenager.

"Damn!" The sword, which has always been known for its indifference and arrogance, poked out his soul from his body at some point, his cold face flashed a touch of ridicule and banter, and his sharp eyes were like a giant sword, pointing directly at people's hearts, but he was also thundered by this ** silk of the 21st century, and blurted out rarely.

Zhao Haochen, who was standing leisurely in front of the cold woman and smiling, was shocked, "You! How can you have the leisure to come up with it?" squinted his eyes and looked at the sword with disdain, coldly sarcastic, but under the cold and sharp cold, Zhao Haochen took a breath, rolled his two bright eyes, glanced at the sky for a while, opened his mouth slightly, and protested, but the two slender hands were covering his lips stiffly, and his mouth was closed tightly, not at all airtight.

"What kind of kung fu are you, with such great power?" A trace of doubt flashed on his cold and lonely face, and his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes stared straight at him, and his eyebrows were full of puzzlement.

"This--ah--" Zhao Haochen deliberately stretched his voice long, coughed twice, cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and walked in a square step, not hurrying or slow, a model of a master in the world, "This is a set of exercises I created myself, how about it, amazing?"

Holding his head high, the expression of the squint was on his face, waiting for the praise and worship of the sword.

"Very good!" Cold as snow, the sword who rarely said a word rarely praised, Zhao Haochen rolled his eyes disdainfully, turned his head not to look at Jianzi's cold face, shook his head, and looked like a dog shaking his head and being very happy.

Who knows, next, Jianzi's indifferent voice made him droop his head suddenly, like a defeated rooster, hanging his head, "Even I have to face it!"

"What? Doesn't this mean that your martial arts cultivation can even dodge this thunderbolt!" Zhao Haochen, who was arrogant a moment ago, seemed to be invincible in the world, but at this moment, he seemed to be like a passionate, hot-blooded little heart, which was suddenly poured with a basin of cold water, and the cold air invaded the body and froze into the bone marrow.

Zhao Haochen and Jianzi glanced at each other, with an embarrassed expression, and it was very difficult to squeeze out a smile on their gloomy faces.

In front of her, there was a howling blizzard, burying the torn blood clots and burnt muscles, and the dense viscous plasma had no trace of it, everything was so quiet and warm, except for the cold air mixed with the lingering bloody breath, interpreting the tragedy of the battle just now.

Her whole body was cold, and the constant fear in her body was like a black sea in the moonlight, and a sharp sting pain pierced her heart like a cold dagger. She turned her head stiffly, her face was dead pale, and her gray-white lips trembled, as if she had seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

"You...... What the hell are you going to do?" the cold woman asked fearfully, "I'm Ye Qingling, if you dare to mess around, Tianxianglou won't let you go!"

"So your name is Ye Qingling?" Zhao Haochen suddenly realized, as if he had heard some heavy news, and he was very surprised.

"You ......" Ye Qingling gritted his teeth fiercely, ashamed and angry, as if what had just happened at all, and complained coquettishly.

The slanted eyes roamed unscrupulously on Ye Qingling's delicate body, "What are you going to do?" Ye Qingling hugged his chest tightly with both hands, looking like a pervert, guarding against Zhao Haochen, Qianqianyu's hands were tightly clasped together, and he waved at Zhao Haochen's crotch, signaling him not to think about it, otherwise, ......

Zhao Haochen, who had an evil smile on his face, felt a cold wind hit his lower body, and unconsciously put his legs together, "It's just you, the front is not straight, the back is not warped, you want beautiful breasts, you want buttocks without buttocks, just two lap legs and dare to wander around the world, it's really ......"

Zhao Haochen shook his head dissatisfied, and sighed leisurely under the gaze that said "I'm going to kill you" on Ye Qingling's face, "This world is really loveless......

A wave of anger suddenly rose from Ye Qingling's chest, and the hot little face was like a burning flame, and the anger was steaming, as if a volcano was about to erupt, Zhao Haochen shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his feet.

Smelling the huge bloody breath in the air, Ye Qingling seemed to remember something, and suddenly hit a fierce spirit, looking at the demon-like eyes, staring at Zhao Haochen.

A bright smile appeared on Zhao Haochen's heroic face, threw a wink, and said, "Let's go!"

"What are you talking about?" Ye Qingling blurted out, then his eyes widened, his bewitching figure outlined graceful lines in the wind and snow, exuding a seductive charm, his agile thinking was like sticky milk, moving slowly and hard, and the huge impact of thinking made him feel that his mind was short-circuited, but he didn't expect Zhao Haochen to let her go.

"Are you really willing to let me go?" Ye Qingling was a little suspicious, opened his mouth slightly, and asked softly again uncertainly.

"What's the matter?" The snow-like eyes reflected a strange brilliance in the sunlight.

"You wait for me, Miss Ben will come!"