Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 70: A Clever Tongue Is Like a Spring

"Do you want me to take refuge in your Manchu Qing?" The blood knife ancestor smiled coldly. "Now the Great Mongolia is the most powerful country in the world. There are several countries that are stubbornly resisting, but they are still lingering. Will I be stupid to go to Manqing with you, ancestor?"

"Old ancestors, you are aware of Qiu...xiang, if I persuade you to join the Qing Dynasty, wouldn't it be an insult to your IQ," Wei Xiaobao waved his hand quickly, "What I said naturally is to let you be named the minister of Hou Baixiang in Mongolia."

"Hey, you are not afraid to flash your tongue when you speak big words." The ancestor of the blood knife sneered, "Don't talk about you, even your little emperor Kangxi doesn't have this ability."

"The emperor's elders are of course more capable than me, it's just that..." Wei Xiaobao paused on purpose.

The ancestor of the blood knife asked curiously: "It's just what?"

"It's just that there are things that the emperor can't do," Wei Xiaobao pointed at himself, "but I have no such worries."

"What's the matter?" The ancestor of the blood knife gave him a puzzled look.

"For example... betraying the interests of the Qing Empire." Wei Xiaobao smiled inexplicably.

The blood knife ancestor jumped in his heart, thinking that there might be a drama, and hurriedly shouted: "Be specific!"

"As far as I know, you Mongol Khan Temujin divided the entire Mongolian power into four parts. Among them, the most elite troops were led by him and the five emperors Sun Xuliewu to expedition to the western countries, and then sent the four emperors Sun Kublai to attack. Kingdom of Jin and Kingdom of Song, nephew of Ruyang King Chahan attacked the Western Regions, and finally your master, the Seventh Emperor’s Sun Alibu...Da stayed on the Mongolian steppe, plotting to make me clear. If I remember correctly, the other three roads will be You are the most embarrassed in this way." Wei Xiaobao said with a smile, secretly rejoicing in his heart that he used to be around Xiao Xuanzi before. After hearing him talk a lot, he actually knows the situation in this world.

"Our prince is Brother Ali!" The ancestor of the blood knife glared at him angrily.

"Ali is not up to date, isn't it a word that is wrong if Ali is not brother? It doesn't matter, I didn't call him Alibaba." Seeing the blood knife ancestor is about to attack, Wei Xiaobao said quickly: "I was right in my analysis?"

"Hmph, your Manchu national strength is not weak, Kangxi's many capable ministers and generals, together with Prince Sheng Jingbao and Shanhaiguan Wu Sangui, each became a horn of each other, our prince suffered a momentary loss is nothing." The blood knife ancestor said hard. , But in my heart knows that the Seven Princes can be said to have done nothing for so many years.

Brother Ali looks at the battle reports from the other three in the tent every day, and his temper is getting worse and worse. It’s nothing but Ruyang Wang Chahan. The next generation of sweat is destined to lose his share, but the fourth and fifth brothers have achieved such a record. Brilliant, but I am embarrassed, and the situation of fighting for the next proficiency in the future becomes more and more unfavorable...

As one of Brother Ali's confidants, the ancestor of the blood knife didn't know the troubles of the owner?

"If I had a way to be able to speak like a tongue in Chapter 70

Let your prince reverse the current situation, how do you think your prince will reward you? "Wei Xiaobao asked with slanted eyes.

The blood knife ancestor moved in his heart, if the seventh prince can achieve a glorious record against the Manchus, and he is the favorite emperor of Da Khan, the position of the next generation of Khan will probably not be separated. As long as the prince ascends to the throne, it is not difficult for him to honor the minister himself.

"You are telling me, if the ancestor feels reasonable, maybe he will really let you go. If you know that your little bunny is playing with the ancestor, hehe, the ancestor, this blood knife will cut iron like mud, and it will be a knife. Cut your meat with one knife and make you a stick." The ancestor of the blood knife made a few gestures on Wei Xiaobao with the bright knife.

The skin was stimulated by the cold blade with goose bumps. Wei Xiaobao hurriedly pushed his knife away gently, and said with a flattering smile: "If I lie to the ancestor, wouldn't it be impatient to live."

"Your prince’s troops are well-stocked, and the reason why the situation is delayed is that the emperor has joined hands with Shanhaiguan Wu Sangui and Sheng Jingbao to form a squabble situation, so that you will be attacked every time, right?" Wei Xiaobao asked Tao.

"Yes." The ancestor of the blood knife admitted that every time the Seventh Lords would expend a lot of troops to guard the other two lines before sending troops, there was always a feeling of being unable to confess in the face of Man Qing's solid defense line.

"Then what if I have a way to let Kangxi destroy the Great Wall?" Wei Xiaobao said silently in his heart: Xiaoxuanzi, in a critical moment, don't blame me for offending.

The blood knife ancestor's heart was beating wildly. If the Manchu Kingdom died by itself, wouldn't the opportunity of the Seven Princes come? Hurriedly asked: "How to destroy?"

Seeing him entering the scorpion, Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained: "Wu Sangui has long since wanted to be the emperor, and Prince Bao has always been thinking about the throne in the Forbidden City. Kangxi has long wanted to get rid of the two, but It's a pity that your seven princes came over at this time, and the three parties had to put aside their personal grievances and unanimously."

"You mean that if our seven princes retreat, they will kill each other?" The blood knife ancestor was overjoyed.

"It's not that easy," Wei Xiaobao gave him a white look. "But, as long as you let me return to Kangxi, under my instigation, Kangxi will inevitably take action on them. When the civil strife is together, you seven princes will go out again. Isn't the fisherman who Dangdeli like his mother's broken bamboo?"

"What good will this do for you?" The blood knife ancestor did not fully believe it, but looked at Wei Xiaobao suspiciously.

"I, Wei Xiaobao, have no big ambitions. I just want to be a high official. Then I have money to gamble and beauty to play. It doesn't matter who is the master," Wei Xiaobao smiled, "Did you say that, ancestor, Mongolia is unified." The world is the trend of the times. I’m not trying to find a good way out for myself as soon as possible. The ancestors returned and hoped to say a few words to the Seventh Prince. Xiaobao’s future prosperity and wealth can depend on his old man." Chapter 70: Qiao Qiao Tongue like spring

"Hahaha, that's for sure." The blood knife ancestor patted Wei Xiaobao's shoulder, the two looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"I don't know what's funny between the two, can you tell Hong?" A cold voice came from not far away, and the two looked back in shock and found that Hong Antong was already thirty feet away.

The ancestor of the blood knife secretly screamed, it's a pity that he had heard someone, pretending to be ignorant, and laughed loudly with his arms around Wei Xiaobao, but he was holding the blood knife in his right hand. If the other party wanted to attack from behind, he would have already taken a fatal knife.

"It turned out to be Lord Hong, I don't know what's going on in the camp?" The blood knife ancestor held the handle of the knife and looked at him defensively.

"Yuan Chengzhi was seriously injured, and Sang Jie broke his arm. If it hadn't been for Chen Jinnan, the old man had already taken Yuan Chengzhi's life." Hong Antong snorted coldly.

"Master came to save me~" Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but warm up.

Hearing what Wei Xiaobao said just now, the blood knife ancestor had already moved and planned to take the credit alone, so he flicked Hong Antong and said: "Old ancestor, I am going to take this kid to Mongolia now, I don't know what Hong Jiao wants to do?" Chapter 71 The Dragon with Qiqiao Smoke Leader

"Naturally take him to Mongolia with the ancestor, and visit the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noting the **** knife ancestor's somewhat moved look, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly called out: "Old ancestor, don't believe him, I'm **** with this old tortoise's wife, this old tortoise has been trying to skin me cramps... "

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong was coveting the forty-two chapters on his body, and it was difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife would not be greedy. In my desperation, I quickly fabricated a lie to convince the ancestor of the blood knife that Hong Antong and his own hatred are as deep as the sea, and he can't wait to cut himself with a thousand swords...

The biggest hatred in the world is nothing more than the hatred of killing his father, hatred of taking his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and his own, the ancestor of the blood knife is not a fool; therefore, I had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was trembling with anger: "Asshole, you can get close to my wife within three feet of you as a rascal?"

"Old tortoise, you don’t look in the mirror yourself. You are so big with white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Are you still able to satisfy her? She didn’t eat at home, so of course she went outside. I'm here to look for food, all of your men are afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's mistake hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that he squeezed his fingers and creaked.

Wei Xiaobao knows that today I will not let the blood knife ancestors completely believe that the two men do not share the same sky. I am afraid that all the previous efforts have been in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong's hideous appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "I am not only close to Hong Madam's body can still enter her body." While talking, she shrugged her waist trivially, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tusk tusk, Madam Hong's body is really white and slippery, she needs so much. Ah~"

"I killed you a little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it anymore and blasted over with a punch.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong’s coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more vigorous when he cursed, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters, Hong Antong turned around and looked at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was frightened all of a sudden. I can't move my feet.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Feng Hou Baixiang still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light of the knife flashed while the sparks were flashing.

"The blood knife ancestor, this little beast insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for the blood knife ancestor.

"Why the Lord Hong is so angry? The clear ones are clear..." The ancestors of the blood knife thought in his heart: I have long heard about Mrs. Hong's fancy name. This Hong Antong's age is inhumane. Is it really Mrs. Hong's loneliness? Impatience... Hey, this kid Wei Xiaobao is a bit like the stomach and stomach of the ancestor. I will also go to Shenlong Island for a visit another day to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Noting that the blood knife ancestor has a wretched look, and thinks of his reputation for insulting women, Hong Antongda Chapter 71, the god-lord leader of the seven-aperture smoke-making dragon

"Naturally take him to Mongolia with the ancestor, and visit the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noting the somewhat moved look of the blood knife ancestor, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, don't believe him, I'm **** with this old tortoise's wife, this old tortoise has always wanted to skin me cramps... "

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong was coveting the forty-two chapters on his body, and it was difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife would not be greedy. In my desperation, I quickly fabricated a lie to convince the ancestor of the blood knife that Hong Antong and his own hatred are as deep as the sea, and he can't wait to cut himself with a thousand swords...

The biggest hatred in the world is nothing more than the hatred of killing his father, hatred of taking his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and his own, the ancestor of the blood knife is not a fool; therefore, I had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was trembling with anger: "Asshole, you can get close to my wife within three feet of you as a rascal?"

"Old tortoise, you don’t look in the mirror yourself. You are so big with white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Are you still able to satisfy her? She didn’t eat at home, so of course she went outside. I'm here to look for food, all of your men are afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's mistake hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that he squeezed his fingers and creaked.

Wei Xiaobao knows that today I will not let the blood knife ancestors completely believe that the two men do not share the same sky. I am afraid that all the previous efforts have been in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong's hideous appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "I am not only close to Hong Madam's body can still enter her body." While talking, she shrugged her waist trivially, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tusk tusk, Madam Hong's body is really white and slippery, she needs so much. Ah~"

"I killed you a little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it anymore and blasted over with a punch.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong’s coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more vigorous when he cursed, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters, Hong Antong turned around and looked at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was frightened all of a sudden. I can't move my feet.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Feng Hou Baixiang still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light of the knife flashed while the sparks were flashing.

"The blood knife ancestor, this little beast insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for the blood knife ancestor.

"Why the Lord Hong is so angry? The clear ones are clear..." The ancestors of the blood knife thought in his heart: I have long heard about Mrs. Hong's fancy name. This Hong Antong's age is inhumane. Is it really Mrs. Hong's loneliness? Impatience... Hey, this kid Wei Xiaobao is a bit like the stomach and stomach of the ancestor. I will also go to Shenlong Island for a visit another day to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Noting that the blood knife ancestor has a wretched look, and thinks of his reputation for insulting women, Hong Antongda Chapter 71, the god-lord leader of the seven-aperture smoke-making dragon

"Naturally take him to Mongolia with the ancestor, and visit the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noting the somewhat moved look of the blood knife ancestor, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, don't believe him, I'm **** with this old tortoise's wife, this old tortoise has always wanted to skin me cramps... "

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong was coveting the forty-two chapters on his body, and it was difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife would not be greedy. In my desperation, I quickly fabricated a lie to convince the ancestor of the blood knife that Hong Antong and his own hatred are as deep as the sea, and he can't wait to cut himself with a thousand swords...

The biggest hatred in the world is nothing more than the hatred of killing his father, hatred of taking his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and his own, the ancestor of the blood knife is not a fool; therefore, I had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was trembling with anger: "Asshole, you can get close to my wife within three feet of you as a rascal?"

"Old tortoise, you don’t look in the mirror yourself. You are so big with white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Are you still able to satisfy her? She didn’t eat at home, so of course she went outside. I'm here to look for food, all of your men are afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's mistake hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that he squeezed his fingers and creaked.

Wei Xiaobao knows that today I will not let the blood knife ancestors completely believe that the two men do not share the same sky. I am afraid that all the previous efforts have been in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong's hideous appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "I am not only close to Hong Madam's body can still enter her body." While talking, she shrugged her waist trivially, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tusk tusk, Madam Hong's body is really white and slippery, she needs so much. Ah~"

"I killed you a little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it anymore and blasted over with a punch.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong’s coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more vigorous when he cursed, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters, Hong Antong turned around and looked at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was frightened all of a sudden. I can't move my feet.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Feng Hou Baixiang still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light of the knife flashed while the sparks were flashing.

"The blood knife ancestor, this little beast insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for the blood knife ancestor.

"Why the Lord Hong is so angry? The clear ones are clear..." The ancestors of the blood knife thought in his heart: I have long heard about Mrs. Hong's fancy name. This Hong Antong's age is inhumane. Is it really Mrs. Hong's loneliness? Impatience... Hey, this kid Wei Xiaobao is a bit like the stomach and stomach of the ancestor. I will also go to Shenlong Island for a visit another day to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Noting that the blood knife ancestor has a wretched look, and thinks of his reputation for insulting women, Hong Antongda Chapter 71, the god-lord leader of the seven-aperture smoke-making dragon

"Naturally take him to Mongolia with the ancestor, and visit the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noting the somewhat moved look of the blood knife ancestor, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, don't believe him, I'm **** with this old tortoise's wife, this old tortoise has always wanted to skin me cramps... "

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong was coveting the forty-two chapters on his body, and it was difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife would not be greedy. In my desperation, I quickly fabricated a lie to convince the ancestor of the blood knife that Hong Antong and his own hatred are as deep as the sea, and he can't wait to cut himself with a thousand swords...

The biggest hatred in the world is nothing more than the hatred of killing his father, hatred of taking his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and his own, the ancestor of the blood knife is not a fool; therefore, I had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was trembling with anger: "Asshole, you can get close to my wife within three feet of you as a rascal?"

"Old tortoise, you don’t look in the mirror yourself. You are so big with white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Are you still able to satisfy her? She didn’t eat at home, so of course she went outside. I'm here to look for food, all of your men are afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's mistake hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that he squeezed his fingers and creaked.

Wei Xiaobao knows that today I will not let the blood knife ancestors completely believe that the two men do not share the same sky. I am afraid that all the previous efforts have been in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong's hideous appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "I am not only close to Hong Madam's body can still enter her body." While talking, she shrugged her waist trivially, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tusk tusk, Madam Hong's body is really white and slippery, she needs so much. Ah~"

"I killed you a little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it anymore and blasted over with a punch.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong’s coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more vigorous when he cursed, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters, Hong Antong turned around and looked at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was frightened all of a sudden. I can't move my feet.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Feng Hou Baixiang still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light of the knife flashed while the sparks were flashing.

"The blood knife ancestor, this little beast insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for the blood knife ancestor.

"Why the Lord Hong is so angry? The clear ones are clear..." The ancestors of the blood knife thought in his heart: I have long heard about Mrs. Hong's fancy name. This Hong Antong's age is inhumane. Is it really Mrs. Hong's loneliness? Impatience... Hey, this kid Wei Xiaobao is a bit like the stomach and stomach of the ancestor. I will also go to Shenlong Island for a visit another day to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Noting that the blood knife ancestor has a wretched look, and thinks of his reputation for insulting women, Hong Antongda Chapter 71, the god-lord leader of the seven-aperture smoke-making dragon

"Naturally take him to Mongolia with the ancestor, and visit the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noting the somewhat moved look of the blood knife ancestor, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, don't believe him, I'm **** with this old tortoise's wife, this old tortoise has always wanted to skin me cramps... "

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong was coveting the forty-two chapters on his body, and it was difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife would not be greedy. In my desperation, I quickly fabricated a lie to convince the ancestor of the blood knife that Hong Antong and his own hatred are as deep as the sea, and he can't wait to cut himself with a thousand swords...

The biggest hatred in the world is nothing more than the hatred of killing his father, hatred of taking his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and his own, the ancestor of the blood knife is not a fool; therefore, I had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was trembling with anger: "Asshole, you can get close to my wife within three feet of you as a rascal?"

"Old tortoise, you don’t look in the mirror yourself. You are so big with white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Are you still able to satisfy her? She didn’t eat at home, so of course she went outside. I'm here to look for food, all of your men are afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's mistake hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that he squeezed his fingers and creaked.

Wei Xiaobao knows that today I will not let the blood knife ancestors completely believe that the two men do not share the same sky. I am afraid that all the previous efforts have been in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong's hideous appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "I am not only close to Hong Madam's body can still enter her body." While talking, she shrugged her waist trivially, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tusk tusk, Madam Hong's body is really white and slippery, she needs so much. Ah~"

"I killed you a little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it anymore and blasted over with a punch.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong’s coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more vigorous when he cursed, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters, Hong Antong turned around and looked at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was frightened all of a sudden. I can't move my feet.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Feng Hou Baixiang still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light of the knife flashed while the sparks were flashing.

"The blood knife ancestor, this little beast insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for the blood knife ancestor.

"Why the Lord Hong is so angry? The clear ones are clear..." The ancestors of the blood knife thought in his heart: I have long heard about Mrs. Hong's fancy name. This Hong Antong's age is inhumane. Is it really Mrs. Hong's loneliness? Impatience... Hey, this kid Wei Xiaobao is a bit like the stomach and stomach of the ancestor. I will also go to Shenlong Island for a visit another day to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Noting that the blood knife ancestor has a wretched look, and thinks of his reputation for insulting women, Hong Antongda Chapter 71, the god-lord leader of the seven-aperture smoke-making dragon

"Naturally take him to Mongolia with the ancestor, and visit the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noting the somewhat moved look of the blood knife ancestor, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, don't believe him, I'm **** with this old tortoise's wife, this old tortoise has always wanted to skin me cramps... "

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong was coveting the forty-two chapters on his body, and it was difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife would not be greedy. In my desperation, I quickly fabricated a lie to convince the ancestor of the blood knife that Hong Antong and his own hatred are as deep as the sea, and he can't wait to cut himself with a thousand swords...

The biggest hatred in the world is nothing more than the hatred of killing his father, hatred of taking his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and his own, the ancestor of the blood knife is not a fool; therefore, I had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was trembling with anger: "Asshole, you can get close to my wife within three feet of you as a rascal?"

"Old tortoise, you don’t look in the mirror yourself. You are so big with white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Are you still able to satisfy her? She didn’t eat at home, so of course she went outside. I'm here to look for food, all of your men are afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's mistake hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that he squeezed his fingers and creaked.

Wei Xiaobao knows that today I will not let the blood knife ancestors completely believe that the two men do not share the same sky. I am afraid that all the previous efforts have been in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong's hideous appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "I am not only close to Hong Madam's body can still enter her body." While talking, she shrugged her waist trivially, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tusk tusk, Madam Hong's body is really white and slippery, she needs so much. Ah~"

"I killed you a little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it anymore and blasted over with a punch.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong’s coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more vigorous when he cursed, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters, Hong Antong turned around and looked at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was frightened all of a sudden. I can't move my feet.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Feng Hou Baixiang still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light of the knife flashed while the sparks were flashing.

"The blood knife ancestor, this little beast insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for the blood knife ancestor.

"Why the Lord Hong is so angry? The clear ones are clear..." The ancestors of the blood knife thought in his heart: I have long heard about Mrs. Hong's fancy name. This Hong Antong's age is inhumane. Is it really Mrs. Hong's loneliness? Impatience... Hey, this kid Wei Xiaobao is a bit like the stomach and stomach of the ancestor. I will also go to Shenlong Island for a visit another day to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Noting that the ancestor of the blood knife looked wretched, and associated with his reputation for insulting women, Hong Antongda