Female president's private killer

In the bathroom, white steam swirled and churned.

A delicate, white, almost perfect body, soaked in an oval bathtub. The bathtub is bathed in foam.

Part of the heavenly way is staring at the raw thing in the foam, watching it for a long time.

That's Tang Xin's knee

I didn't feel anything about the sneaky eyes outside the window. Tang Xin delivered his body to the warm package of the water and the buoyancy lift. Staring at the ceiling in a daze.

As a girl who lived in a powerful family and received all kinds of care since childhood, what she has experienced these days is simply a subversion of her whole life.

The romantic fantasy of war was thrown out of the sky as early as the moment when the ark collided with the enemy ship.

From then on, Tang Xin realized that the war was so cruel. So bloody, so lonely. It turns out that human life is so fragile.

Gently lift up the water, flow over the shoulder, feel the warmth of the water, which is a feeling of living. And just a few hours ago, I wanted to die immediately.

Tang Xin's eyes looked at the bathroom door.

If Fang Chutian didn't appear outside the door in time, he would be reduced to what end. It's impossible to imagine. It's definitely a nightmare that can't be loaded by your simple life

Looking back, in the mirror in the fog, there was a beautiful and exquisite face.

Tang Xin looked at himself quietly.

She knew she was beautiful from an early age.

This beauty has never been dim at any time, anywhere.

But now I found that such beauty only existed in peaceful times.

In the cruel war, the beauty that really makes people tremble from the bottom of their heart is the silent struggle in despair and loneliness, Fang Chutian's clumsy but vigorous body, and the fierce fight in anger.

The face in the mirror has two pink rhymes. Tang Xin felt numb at the thought of his thunderous figure in despair.

Women are always emotional and always have heroic plots.

Tang Xin is no exception.

At this time, she found that in the cruel and monotonous war, she could see blood romance between life and death.

Thinking of Fang Chutian outside the door, Tang Xin felt an inexplicable ripple in her heart. She couldn't tell whether it was shy, down-to-earth, or whether the little girl found her heroic vision.

Take a bath quietly in an inexplicable mood. Tang Xin stood up and looked at his slender waist and plump lines in the mirror. He suddenly felt that his face was hot.

White body, also played a pink halo.

Shyly, Tang Xin looked out of the window

There, a stunned and absorbed face.

Peeping and peeping, two people have big eyes and small eyes.

After staring at each other for a long time, Duan Tiandao was surprised: "don't you like wearing clothes?"

Throughout the night, the lights of the main hall of the two schools of Jedi stream and broken mountain stream were on.

The reporters waiting in the cold wind didn't get any news. However, taking pictures of the faces of the two major schools in and out of the martial arts school is enough to produce an appropriate program and maintain the audience rating.

Even the name of the program, the reporters also want to be good.

"Two schools study countermeasures overnight, or retaliate against Thai Liu".

Few people pay attention to other schools.

The only thing that can really challenge tailiu is breaking the mountain and killing.

If Jue Sha and Po Shan are determined to retaliate and gain the upper hand, these kicked schools may send someone to fight Shunfeng boxing. If Jue Sha and Po shanliu swallow this tone, they will never jump out and fight with Tai Liu. Anyway, it's a small school. The real disgrace is also the final kill and the broken mountain.

Everyone is waiting.

A reporter who was afraid of chaos in the world even posted a free port express on the gate of the death stream.

He said, if you don't kick back, you are a pig.

The huge title is scarlet and dazzling.

"If you want me to say, send all the people out today and kick at all the tailiu branches!" In the meeting room of the Jedi stream, a bearded man roared: "I don't believe it. These bastards have really become the climate!"

As a three-level fighting God of the Jedi stream, Harriman has always been so direct in speaking and doing things, and he has always been aggressive.

Unfortunately, now the whole conference room is silent. No one echoed Harriman's words.

It's not a question of whether to fight or not.

It's hard to ride a tiger, whether it's a kill stream or a broken mountain stream.

This hall must be kicked back. The question is, who will take the lead in the final kill and the broken mountain?

Facing teliupro branch. Who is absolutely sure? Avoid the pro branch. Where does this face go?

And Tyrus, the wolf, can't die with a stick. If he turns his head, he will eat people.

What was the next move when they provoked so much? Would it be right for them to kick the hall rashly?

No one knows the answers to these questions.

The sky outside the window has lit up.

Everyone turned their attention to Kilburn, the master of the Jedi sect, sitting in the chief. This is only 46 years old. A genius who has been firmly on the throne of the first-class fighting God of war in the civil fighting world for 16 years, he is the sea god needle to kill the flow.

Only he can make the final decision.

All kinds of guesses, all kinds of assumptions, have been put forward. All we need now is a decision.

"Our eyes should not be on the broken mountains and streams." Kilborn quietly looked at the battle live broadcast repeatedly on the screen, his eyes shining: "in terms of ranking, we are first, they are second. What really focuses our attention is our killer stream. This provocation does not allow us to retreat at all. "

"Since you want to fight, you can't let tailiu have any power to fight back!" Kilborn smiled coldly. He had considerable confidence in the strength he controlled: "I'm afraid someone is watching this conflict, whether it's the United States or China. The losers of the conflict will be eliminated. However, the free port is still our world. So I decided to challenge all branches and all tailiu branches at the same time. Order the killing Legion to assemble and stand by! "

Although I knew one day. All the Jedi members present were still shocked.

Everyone knows what the killing Legion is.

Under the fierce tiger's claws, it's probably not just Tyrus who was torn to pieces.

Once you start, do your best.

This is a war!

Either the Jedi stream will disappear, or the Jedi stream will ride the dust. Since then, there is only the first, no second, no third

"Kilburn is more breathless than we are."

The atmosphere in the meeting room of the broken mountain stream is much easier than that imagined by the reporters looking forward to it in the cold wind outside the fighting hall. The son inherited his father's work and took over the post of Lord of the broken mountain stream. After only two years, little bocksar gently blew the floating tea leaves in the tea cup in a leisurely tone.

If it had not been for the past two years that Po shanliu had always steadily held down Tai Liu and ranked second in the list, almost everyone would not believe that this young man who is only 30 years old and has only the title of level 3 warrior can lead Po shanliu.

His composure is easily regarded as incompetence.

However, only the core members of the broken mountain stream know that the biggest difference between little bocksar and his father's old bocksar is that little bocksar has never been a real fighter. Even if he got the title of level 3 warrior, he would not spend more than one tenth of the time on fighting than other level 3 commanders.

In a sense, little bocksar is the real genius.

Unfortunately, he has no interest in fighting. His interest lies only in the design and manufacture of mecha. He is one of only a few master machinists in the free world.

After the death of old boksar, he became the new patriarch of Po shanliu, the lowest fighting level in the history of Po shanliu. At the same time, it is also the most powerful and respected patriarch in the history of virtual fighting.

No one dares to belittle boksar.

His insight, vision and calculation made the mountain stream prosper day by day. At the same time, he led the manufacture of mecha. On the other hand, the fighting techniques of the school have been greatly innovated and improved, and everyone is convinced.

Similarly, after a night of discussion, it is time for the broken mountain stream to make a decision.

"We'll just watch the kicking." Little bocksar never seemed to have a sense of honor as a Warrior: "let the kill flow take the lead. They are ahead of us anyway. The first school must have the first consciousness. "

In a burst of laughter, little bocksar looked out the window that was gradually lit up, stared at the buildings that were gradually clear in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "I guess the traditional challenge can't solve the contradiction this time. After operating for so long, since I tore my face, it was an endless situation. Let's go down and get the camp ready for battle. Note that our finished mecha... It's time to get ready for the show. "

"Yes!"

After a brief uproar. There was an unspeakable silence in the conference room.

In the free world, which force has no foundation?

The long-term law of the jungle makes everyone understand how to protect themselves in this world.

The jiulu military camp is a militarized organization that breaks through mountains and streams.

There are all the selected children of the family who have been in the broken mountain stream for several generations. There is no doubt about their loyalty and their combat effectiveness, not to mention the secret training for actual combat mecha for so many years.

But is it really the day to use them?

When the star's light once again gives around Freedom Square. When the statues of pioneers with different looks, smooth lines and flying covered with a golden glow, the central city of Freeport woke up in the morning.

It seems to be in the blink of an eye. On the city's originally cold roads, cars converge into a flowing traffic flow. Shops on both sides of the street opened their doors, and crowds of people poured out of the city and hurried along the street.

The full-automatic breakfast shop has been filled with people, and the merchant ships in and out of the port are flowing in and out. The huge mechanical rotating arms lift the separated cargo compartments from the space transport ship to the wharf for loading and unloading. Several loud assembly numbers sounded. Mercenary bases distributed all over the city have started training, and some community halls have also burned incense and words.

It seems that all the hidden currents have not had any impact on the noisy world, and people still live the same life as usual.

Without resources, everything in the free port can only be maintained by the special geographical location on the channel.

Transport ships filled with minerals and various materials are gathered here, processed into various products through enterprises in the free world, and then transported out.

These products include ships. Weapons, but also food, light industrial products, a wide variety.

Freeport has many industries that are at the top of the universe.

For example, handmade shoe workshops in several streets in the south of the central city.

Many rich people from various countries even sent people by spaceship to the handicraft shop here to make custom leather shoes.

Of course, the most famous. It is also a fighting mecha manufacturing industry guided by various actual combat mecha development companies.

The free social form has created the prosperity of the free port. In the free world, there are no embargoes. If you're not afraid of being eaten by the black. Even if you carry a whole ship of drugs, no one cares about you here.

Even for the actual combat mecha manufacturing industry, which has gradually taken shape, although no one has put the real physical mecha on the table, everyone knows that these things already exist, and now

It's almost time for them to appear.