The soldier felt the energy contained in his fist and couldn't help but shrank for a moment.

"Because the soldier wants to experience the feeling of being suppressed by you!"

The sound of falling sounded one after another in the room.

Mo Lingfeng stood up on the edge of the bed. He looked at the person on the bed with great admiration and said, "Sister-in-law, your summoning beast is so awesome!"

Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched, and she found that after she and Duanmu Ming left after dual cultivation, the soldier seemed to have done something to Duanmu Ming. She seemed to have missed a good show?

She didn't answer, and continued to listen to the roars of people outside, slowly pieced together the good show she missed.

But the lower the downwards, the more strange the atmosphere in the room became. Everyone's eyes fell on her, and the expression on her face was extremely ambiguous.

Duanmu Ming had already used the mysterious black power. The soldier was beaten up by him and screamed. The skull kept flying in the air, watching his body being beaten up again and again by Duanmu Ming.

"Why should the soldier be beaten even if he is to be honest!"

It was extremely aggrieved. It told the truth from beginning to end, why did the fists that fell on it become stronger than each other?

Duanmu Ming seemed to be tired of fighting, so he stopped and stood aside: "Give you one last chance to explain why he misleads me?"

Xiaobing's hands were holding a bunch of skeletons and stretched a distance with him for a long time. He said with great grievance: "Littlebing felt that the cute Xier was suppressed by you, so Xiaobing also wanted to experience this feeling. Is there anything wrong? Even if Xiaobing is a skeleton soldier, he still has the right to pursue a sense of pleasure. Why do you want to hit me!"

Duanmu Ming turned his wrist and heard it speak Jun Qianxi's feelings, his heart suddenly felt relieved.

I originally wanted to prepare a pan to fry it, but I would spare it for the sake of making him feel comfortable.

His lips curled slightly, looked at it with a smile, and answered its doubts: "I just wanted to find a training partner. Who made your bones so hard?"

Xiaobing felt even more aggrieved after hearing this. Is it wrong to have a hard bone?

Why does its advantages become a reason for being beaten?

It held its pile of painful bones, huddled in the corner of the wall and cried silently.

Duanmu Ming flicked the dust on the hem of the armor and slowly stepped into the room.

His eyes flashed over the group of people who had blushed, and he asked with a smile: "Is it funny?"

The junior brothers quickly shook their heads. They must not be honest at this time. If they are honest, they will be beaten.

"Actually you can laugh!"

Duanmu Ming sat down beside the bed, playing with his tender little hands, and he felt like he was soaking in a honeypot.

He actually turned his Xier into bed without realizing it. His Xier did not castrate him, and now he may have his little baby.

He leaned over to someone's stomach and murmured with a mental retardation: "Child, I'm your father!"

There were countless black lines falling from Jun Qianxi's head. She raised her hand and pushed someone's head away, and asked with a curved curve in the corner of her mouth: "Have you vented your anger in your heart?"

"Yes!" Duanmu Ming nodded. Although the process of understanding the truth was a bit tortuous, the result was pleasant.

"Very good, then it's my turn?"

She said, turning her wrist and punched her pink fist, hitting someone's eye.
Chapter completed!