The quiet morning was broken by a hurried sword light. Suddenly, Liu Wushuang shouted outside: "Haotian, come out and go with me, one great thing will fall on you." //www.qb5,com\"

Tian Maoping's pupils shrank slightly, walked out of the warehouse and looked at the air and asked suspiciously: "Wushuang, aren't you being confined? You still have to help Uncle Chen block his way, how could you come to Lengshanjian?"

Liu Wushuang was obviously much better than yesterday. She stamped her feet and said coquettishly: "Daitou Goose, it's all for you. Master, she has good intentions and specially invited a master to teach the martial arts. That is to say, from today on, you will be promoted to the 133rd generation of personal disciples. This is a great opportunity. The master also said that you are a good piece of quality and beauty. The future is limitless. How can you be buried in the abandoned warehouse in Lengshanjian? Someone will take over your job and you won't have to come back to live in the future."

Tian Maoping thought to himself: "Good intentions? To put it nicely, I'm afraid that this intention is not a good intention, but to include Ouyang Haotian in the surveillance range. Xiao Qingtian reacted quickly enough, could he already know that the second elder was going to kill someone to silence him? As for the personal disciple title, he didn't care at all, but if he refused, he would inevitably make a move. It would be better to follow the arrangements of those NV people, and see what the hell was going to do."

My mind was turned on and pretended to be surprised and said, "Is this true? I am going to become the 133rd generation disciple? Didn't I say that only the promotion of the palm of the hand can have such honors? Wushuang, don't fool me. How many geniuses in the Mén have never heard of the opportunity to be promoted to seniority? How can Haotian be so cared for by his uncle?"

Liu Wushuang looked at Tian Maoping and smiled: "For this matter, the master asked for a pardon order to get rid of your household registration for 134 generations of disciples first, and then included in the archives of the general disciples. The whole process is indeed a bit troublesome, but it is not as difficult as you think. Many uncles and uncles have this power. It is okay to tell you some secrets, but it is not as secret as you can, so that the senior sisters will know that there will be many gaps. In fact, Mu Qingqing is my aunt, who was accepted as a charity by senior Tianyi, and her grandfather and grandmother did not give birth to a father until middle age. Liu was destined to be a poor man. Originally, I had a younger brother, but I died at a young age, so my elders loved Wushuang even more. Sometimes the master also let me do it. As long as it was what I like, she had no reason to refuse."

Little NVzi spoke delicately, and his bones were so weak that Tian Maoping secretly exclaimed: "Little NV people are not given for nothing. Regardless of whether Liu Wushuang and Mu Qingqing have a blood relationship, this half-true and half-false acting skills alone are unmatched. If it weren't for nothing, 300% would have to fall into the peach huā saber. The most powerful thing about the NV people is not sword skills, but their faces and bodies. No wonder Xiao Qingtian is not half ugly NV, and it turns out they are all sugar-coated cannonballs... A guy who is ruthless, it's rumored that Xiao Qingtian is willing to be punished by Uncle Mu for you? Look at you, a slick little white-faced person, I really don't know what's better?"

Tian Maoping looked up and said to himself: "Who is this? He spoke like he had a gun!"

Zheng Qinghui's face fell down, and he coughed and scolded: "Xiaofeng, you are always so unruly, quickly open the gate. If you miss the time, you must hang up and beat you up."

The city wall was no longer spoken, and the wheel plate was twisted after a moment, and the thick gate of "crying" slowly opened.

Unexpectedly, the fort was covered with densely packed machinery and crossbows, and a layer of suppressed black floated a hundred meters above the altitude. No wonder Zheng Qinghui did not jump over the city wall. It turned out that it was so dangerous. The most peculiar thing was that a large open space was covered with blood, and a semicircular colosse stood on it. A deep well in the center seemed to vaguely roar from monsters.

Latest full book:,,,,,,,,,,
Chapter completed!