Fantasy System

Seeing that Mu Fan didn't talk, one of the men in black tights sang a beckoning: "Brothers, let him know what they are!"

Seeing the whole room, a total of eight tall and tall black men surrounded themselves. Mufan’s mouth couldn’t help but twitched. The Chinese family couldn’t help but dare to sneak in. This was discovered by this group of old VANs. It’s a good job.

In Mu Fansi, one of them had already rushed up with a barbell in his hand, and smashed it toward Mufan’s head.

Mu Fan sneered and slammed his back on the black man's chest. "Oh!", the black man had a body of about 160 pounds and was directly flung out of the body, hitting the wall heavily. The seven people who had never thought that Mufan had such a powerful force could not help but stay asleep. Then seven people held up arms and other weapons.

Faced with the oncoming steel pipe, Mu Fan directly slammed out, the steel pipe made of the whole iron was bent, and the black arm holding the steel pipe also made a "beep" sound at this moment. A scream, the arm bent down and fell down.

The remaining few people just wanted to escape, but they saw that Mu Fan had already rushed to the door and grinned at them. "Several people, didn't you just want to engage in van? I am now locking the door, and no one can get out." I will ask if you are not touched?"

"Don’t dare to move....."

One of the black men was so scared that they were all green and hurriedly waved: "Brother, I was only hired by the Chinese family. The business of the Chinese family has nothing to do with us."

"Where is the room where the sacred rites are?" Mufan asked.

"On the third floor." Several people hurriedly replied: "But in which room, we are not clear."

"This way."

Mu Fan nodded, he did not believe that these people dared to lie to him at this time, immediately rushed to stun a few people, and at the same time locked the door to the balcony on the second floor, gently jumped, fell on the third floor .

It seems that he had misunderstood the bodyguard of the flower bed. The bodyguard should mean to go to the second floor to inform these people to protect the safety of these people, but not the Sanhua gift.

Every room on the third floor is lit up. This time, Mu Fan is not afraid to meet those black people.

If the third floor is really a room for the residence of her father and her father, then it proves that the third floor is not allowed to enter freely. After all, the privacy of the Chinese family is impossible to reach.

Mu Fan stretched his hand to the window and was surprised to find that the window was not locked.

Mu Fan: "???"

It makes sense that people in the Chinese family do not lock the windows at night?

But think about it carefully, the protection of the Sanhua home is so strict, no one can jump directly from the downstairs to the third floor. No one would have thought of a bodyguard outside the villa. In the case of a bodyguard, someone can break into the villa. Inside.

Mu Fan opened the curtains and jumped into the room. A burst of elegant European-style music was introduced into his ears.

The red and green lights are almost covered with a wall, and the shimmering light makes the whole room full of a sense of guilt, just like the decoration of the bar, full of sentiment.

In the middle of the room, there is a table, a woman wearing a long red tunic is sitting in a chair, the skirt of the skirt is almost to the thigh root, revealing a white jade The thighs, the black over-the-knee socks on the lace side are tightly wrapped around the long legs, and a high heel on the foot follows the music and gently shakes....

The woman holds a glass of red wine in her hand and turns her head and looks away at Mufan: "Are you a man who just caused an explosion outside?"

"Yep?"

Mu Fan stayed a bit, and some could not understand the situation at hand.

Do people like the Chinese family like to use routines?

First, I was looking for a group of old VANs. I couldn’t beat him, but I found a beautiful woman who was drinking here. If it was an ordinary sneak thief, it is estimated that it has already been routine.

Mufan has seen too many beautiful girls, such as Asuna, Lixiang, Yingli pear, although this woman looks beautiful, but they are mediocre with Asuna.

"If you want to use color temptation, I think it's useless. Tell me where is the sacred gift?"

Mu Fan stood in the same place, without any action, asked coldly.

"Color lure?"

The woman couldn't help but laugh at herself. She opened her red lips and drank the red wine. Because of the alcohol, a flush of redness appeared on her cheek. She stood up from the chair, and the neckline of the dress was slightly open, and the chest was visible. A touch of sorrowful greasy corner, she staggered toward Mufan: "I am looking for a sacred ritual, what a good little girl, no understanding, no charm, how do you like her?"

She said, she kicked off the shoes on her feet, and put a finger on the corner of her mouth. The voice said: "It’s better to stay with me tonight. Isn’t it better to be the little girl?”

Just finished, she rushed toward Mufan, and Mufan hurriedly sneaked to the side. It seemed that because of the drunk, the woman’s feet accidentally squatted together, and the body swayed, and one was unstable. In the big bed behind Mufan, she simply untied the rope buckle at the neckline, and the clothes suddenly fell off to the sides, revealing a large white skin.

"I am sorry, whether it is a figure or a look, you are really not as good as a gift."

Mu Fan was speechless.

In other words, the people of the Chinese family gave him a strange feeling. For example, the Chinese people went to the hospital in the evening, and they met such a woman who sent her arms. If you are lonely, you can go to the one. The old housekeeper, how is he still interested in his night attack?

Is it because people have taken medicine?

But it’s not like it. It looks like it’s very lonely for a long time...

Teddy?

"You are the sister of the Chinese rites?" Mufan could not help but ask.

"Is it another sacred gift?"

When I heard Mufan’s inquiry, the woman’s brow wrinkled: “Why do everyone like to scatter Chinese rituals, and they must be cold-hearted? Why do you marry into a Chinese family? This is a person who is always alone. What do people love?"

"Well? Sure enough, I said that the sister of the Chinese ritual can not be so old....."

Mu Fan felt that he could understand the secrets of some Chinese from the mouth of this drunken woman. He could not help but continue to ask: "Are you a mother of Sanhua?"

"Mom? Is that right?" The woman lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, saying meaningfully: "But if I am really her mother, I will not be left out."

Is it a mother?

Then it is not really a mother.....

Mufan frowned, feeling that for the scattered Chinese family, there are some brain cells that are not enough. I always feel that the secret of the Chinese family seems to be a bit too chaotic.

But if you infer from the woman's words, then this way, this woman seems to be the stepmother of the sacred rites, right?

But it was left out again.

It’s hard to be done. The old lady of the Chinese rites married this woman and didn’t accompany her?

When I was thinking about it, the woman sat up from the bed and sighed with sadness: "I am the stepmother of the sacred ritual, scattered Aria."

Hearing the name of this woman, Mu Fan almost slammed himself.

Aria of God!

Reasonable, please don't smear Aria in my heart!