God Killer

() The eldest grandsons of the twelve pillars emerged from the well under the escort of a cultivator.

At this time, Long Aotian's body was still floating in the cold well water, and Tu Jun felt uncomfortable looking at it, so he directly fished it up and threw it aside.

The Twelve Pillars were protected by immortal cultivators. Although they came and went from the well, their clothes were not wet, and they waited by the wind-cooled well.

Qin Chuan has been in poor health since he was a child, and couldn't bear the wind and cold on the mountain, so he asked his subordinates to bring up a lot of food. Tu Jun found a big rock in the back of the wind, bent down and lit a bonfire on the ground, and then performed a magic trick. A bunch of barbecued meat was brought up, and beings like them could do whatever they wanted anytime, anywhere.The combination of power and money can do things that many immortal cultivators cannot.

All of a sudden, the well became lively, beside Long Aotian's body, the eldest grandsons of Twelve Pillars hung their shoulders together, eating and laughing.

They are destined to be enemies from birth, and they are bound to fight each other, but they are also the closest people who have known each other since birth. At some point in the future, some of them are destined to die among them. hands, maybe now they are shoulder to shoulder and joking with each other, and after a few years, one of them will become the ghost of the other.

But this does not prevent them from throwing themselves into it at this time. They are under great pressure. Although they are powerful, they cannot fully display their power. Yes, just like those entrepreneurs who walk on thin ice, successful entrepreneurs generally have a big temper. How did this temper come from?Endless pressure on the shoulders, pressed out.

Therefore, once these people seize the opportunity to relax, they are unwilling to think about the future.

This group of young people is not old-fashioned. Although they have experienced a lot, they still retain the youthful mentality of being drunk today. Tomorrow's killing has nothing to do with them who are eating this barbecue now. They died at the hands of the other party. These people There is no complaint at all, because either you die or I die. After all, there are very few very few who can cooperate to go on.

I don't know whose subordinates carried bottles of Moutai old wine up the mountain. When Tu Jun saw the wine, he was a little anxious, and even told him not to drink, which would delay things.

But the rest of the guys clamored that they must drink, as if it was agreed, a few people stopped Tu Jun, and a few people ran to toast.

As a result, after a few sips of old wine, Zhou Jiaojiao's eyes began to change gradually.

Seeing this look, Wu Qi, who was sitting next to Zhou Jiaojiao to persuade him to drink, and Hu Dao of the Hu family glanced at each other, then quickly stood up, slipped to another place, and sat next to Tu Jun to block Tu Jun Qin Chuan from the Wang family and Wang Shun-san from the Wang family were very unkind and slipped away with oil on their feet.

Tu Jun stretched out his hand to loosen his neck collar, stood up, and seemed to want to leave too. At this time, Zhou Jiaojiao's delicate girl's disguise had been completely removed, and what appeared was another look, very domineering and very Queen.

"Why go! Sit down!"

Tu Jun just stood up without a pause, and then sat down slowly.

The slender and slender legs that Zhou had folded in front of her like a lady, now sit cross-legged on the ground with her hands on her knees, staring fiercely at Tu Jun with her sharp eyes: "Your surname is Tu! Don't you like that kind of delicate girl the most? Why haven't I seen you courting me?"

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Tu Jun's forehead.

With Zhou Jiaojiao's current appearance, she was almost holding a whip in her hand and calling me queen!

All the grandchildren around showed narrow smiles on their faces, and hid in the distance with their shoulders crossed, excitedly waiting for the good show. Every time they drank, this was their favorite show.

Watching the most manly Tujun turn into a sissy on weekdays, watching the delicate Miss Zhou turn into a queen on weekdays, if I can see Zhou Jiaojiao chasing and killing Tujun with a kitchen knife, it will be really awesome Great value.

This group of guys looked like a group of delinquent teenagers who skipped class and watched pornography together.Excited and nervous, his cheeks were flushed, especially the sick Qin Chuan, who looked extremely healthy at this moment, and his forehead was still steaming.

Zhou Jiaojiao drank a glass of old wine heroically, and said with a drunkenness: "When you wanted to join the army, I asked you to explain it to me. You said that I was not woman enough, but now I don't have women everywhere, and you still ignore me. Me? Give me a reason now!"

Tu Jun coughed dryly, glanced at the expectant friends over there, gave them a hard look, and said awkwardly: "Zhou Jiao, you drank too much..."

With a snap, Zhou Jiaojiao smashed a large bluestone beside her with her delicate and tender hands, "Who drank too much?"

Tu Jun's neck shrank slightly, the girl's thunderbolt palm was stronger than before.

It is true that Tu Jun was born in the military, and he has some skills at hand, but compared with Zhou Jiaojiao, a family of martial arts with a long history, he is still inferior. In one-on-one, none of the three Tu Jun is Zhou Jiaojiao's opponent. However, if Tu Jun led a team and Zhou Jiaojiao led a team to compete with each other, Tu Jun could beat Zhou Jiaojiao to nothing.

After all, this society is no longer an era of personal combat power. The most important thing in a modern society is command ability, and the direction of the Tu army's strength is the commander.

Tu Jun looked at the broken bluestone, swallowed and said, "Zhou Jiao, I have someone I like, and I'm getting married next year."

"Is that my cousin? Is she better than me? Is her breasts not as big as mine? Is her waist thinner than mine? Is she taller than me? Is she better-looking than me? Is she better than me? She can be gentler than me." Is it?"

Tu Jun coughed dryly and said, "Nothing compares to you, and she definitely doesn't have the skill of your Thunderbolt Palm."

Zhou Jiaojiao stood up abruptly, and Tu Jun quickly stood up too, and moved back. Zhou Jiaojiao pushed forward step by step, and Tu Jun had to retreat step by step, all the way to the edge of the cliff. His body was almost attached to Tu Jun's body, and he was still leaning forward.

Those little friends watched with blood spurting one by one, without blinking their eyes, for fear of missing the good thing in front of them!

If the immortal cultivators under Tu Jun were still there, Tu Jun wouldn't be in such a predicament.

Zhou Jiaojiao exhaled the aroma of wine, and leaned forward, her plump chest pressed against Tu Jun's chest, squeezing Tu Jun's upper body to the outside of the cliff.

"Then why didn't you choose me? Give me a reason!"

Tu Jun felt the squeeze on his chest, as well as the scorching fragrance, and he couldn't let his mind wander. In addition, there was a cliff tens of meters high behind him. That kind of stimulating feeling made Tu Jun feel like he was going to die forever. Thrill!

After all, Tu Jun is a soldier, and he still has some foundation in mental strength. He quickly gathers his mind, but still has some difficulty breathing: "Why do you always want to know the truth? Is the truth so important?"

"Important! You must give me a reason!"

Tu Jun blushed slightly, held back his thoughts for a while, then fell back and fell directly into the cliff, obviously he would rather jump off the cliff than tell the reason.

But Tujun is not so easy to die. Tujun stretched his body in the air, clung to the steep rock with his hands, like a monkey, and kept going down. Fortunately, the cliff is only 30 meters, not too high, and there are many cliffs on the cliff. There are quite a few trees protruding, not to mention the existence of Tu Jun who has specially done climbing training in the barracks, even an ordinary person, as long as he is brave enough, he can go down the same way. Can go down the cliff.

Zhou Jiaojiao's face was full of anger, and she stretched out her hand to lift a huge stone. The stone must weigh more than 50 catties. If it fell down, it would be difficult for Tu Jun to survive.

Fortunately, the friends in the back ran out one after another seeing that they were about to kill someone, and stopped Zhou Jiaojiao, so the stone was not thrown down.

Of course, if Zhou Jiaojiao really wanted to smash it down, these people might not be able to stop her.

"Tu Jun, you bastard!"

The angry roar echoed in the valley.

Tu Jun stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at Zhou Jiaojiao, who was pear blossoms and raining on the top of the mountain, and murmured: "I also want to give you a reason, but unfortunately I can't find it..."

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Zheng Xian slashed endlessly with the withered long knife in his hand. At the beginning, he was still imposing, but it only lasted for a few minutes. Although Zheng Xian was assisted by the breeding armor, the number of opponents was still too many, densely packed They rushed over like a sea, if Zheng Xianzhi hadn't plunged into the crowd and narrowed the distance between them, even if the opponent didn't use guns, they could still use all kinds of supernatural powers to kill Zheng Xian.

And at this time, the sound of sniper rifles that had been bringing endless help to Zheng Xian also stopped abruptly.

Zheng Xian knew that it was impossible for the sniper rifle to keep firing continuously, no matter what material it was made of, it would be fatigued, and the same was true for metal.

In the past few minutes just now, thirty to forty rounds of sniper bullets have been sprayed from the inside of the barrel of the sniper rifle. This shooting speed is already very fast, and no sniper rifle can bear such a fast design.

In fact, the sniper rifle usually changes places after a few shots, or the battle is over within a few shots, and the body is not prepared for rapid firing.

From now on, Zheng Xian had to face the remaining 100 or so immortal cultivators alone.

Zheng Xian was surrounded by a group of people at this time, and the manager of the lobby, Mo Xueshou, appeared in front of Zheng Xian. At this time, Mo Xue no longer had that professional aura, on the contrary, there was an indescribable sluggishness on her body feel.

This is what Mo Xue looks like after removing the disguise.

The original Mo Xue looks like an ordinary person, nothing special, but now Mo Xue, who has a lazy breath on her cheeks, has a sense of beauty, the most attractive lazy temperament in a woman's bones, especially her forehead A few strands of hair hang down from the top, which brings this style to the extreme.

When a normal man sees a woman's expression like this, he will unnaturally associate her with the bed, and then think of papapapapapapapa...

Zheng Xian twitched slightly when he saw Mo Xue's eyelids. The value of Mo Xue's vitality was constantly rising and jumping, and finally the number remained at around [-]. Only the best of the best have the realm of cultivation.

This Mo Xue was comparable to Xiu, the old man who killed Tong Nai back then.

Mo Xueqing groaned, pinching her five fingers together like a bird's beak, pointing towards Zheng Xian's chest from a distance.

The withering stone on Zheng Xian's body flickered immediately, and there was a bang, and Zheng Xian was thrown backwards as if being blown away by a bomb.

With a bang, he crashed into the crowd of immortal cultivators.