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Chapter 322 Procrastination

If calculated according to the real birthday.

When the woman in front of me was born, the civil war had not yet ended.

Calling her "Auntie" would be like downgrading her.

Ma Jiu Gu was born in the 1960s. When Ma Jiu Gu was born, the boning knife had already become famous.

From this, it can be deduced that the age of the woman in front of me is indeed terrifying.

It's just that she went through a crooked way and became a juicer, absorbing the essence of countless old pornographic figures in the world, so that she looks like she is only in her thirties.

What would the young man lying on the bed know if he knew that the woman he was sleeping with was older than his grandmother?

The word "color" is like a knife to the head.

Ji Bingqing is the knife above Lao Sepi's head in Jianghu.

But everyone who has been exploited by her is loyal to her, even if they abandon their wives and children, they will be her dogs.

It can be regarded as a major scourge in the world.

It's just that when the concept of the Four Pests of the Jianghu was proposed, the Eviscerating Knife disappeared at that time, so there was no place left for her, otherwise there would definitely be a place for her in the Four Pests.

The boning knife stared at Wang Han with his charming eyes, "Do you know who I am?"

"I've heard a little bit about it."

The phone was vibrating uncontrollably, and Eboning Knife hung up the phone, "I can't bear to kill you with such a good body. I'll give you two choices. First, clean yourself and wait for me to come back. Second, I

I’ll kill you now.”

Wang Han's body slowly pressed down, and Qi Body gradually appeared on his body surface.

The energy of his hands condensed into a pair of dragon claws.

Seeing this, the Eviscerate's pupils shrank, and he opened his red lips and said a few words, "Zhenlong Pavilion, Dragon Winding Technique, Martial God! Which generation of Martial God are you?"

Wang Han really didn’t know this, so he became the God of War out of nowhere.

It feels like I was tricked into becoming a god of war by that crooked old man from Feng Manlou, but there is no evidence.

"It seems that you have just joined Zhenlong Pavilion. It is not easy to have such skills at this age. You are indeed the best choice for the Martial God. But the mistake is that you met me, and I met the people from Zhenlong Pavilion.

Kill every one you see!"

Before he finished speaking, the boning knife kicked the ground with both feet, the tiles exploded with spider web cracks, and the body was already in front of Wang Han.

His hands were covered with a layer of energy, and he struck Wang Han's neck with a palm strike. With this strike, an ordinary person's neck would be cut off and killed on the spot.

Wang Han felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. This was his first confrontation with the Grand Master.

Quickly dodge the fatal blow.

The Qiwan in his hand flicked out.

"Um?"

The boning knife barely dodged Qiwan.

Wang Han could see clearly that Qi Wan had just broken through the Qi Body on the Eviscerating Knife.

It stands to reason that the layer of qi body that emerges on the Grand Master's body is a very powerful protective film. Although it cannot block the impact of bullets, it can also block ordinary swords and axes.

Qi Wan can actually break Qi Body, which surprised Wang Han a little. It seems that he really needs to study this Qi Wan carefully in the future.

"He really is the Martial God of Zhenlong Pavilion!"

"You can't kill the madman from the previous generation, but killing a contemporary martial god can relieve the hatred in your heart."

The boning knife grabbed the hem of the ultra-short butt-covering skirt with both hands and tore it open. It looked like a fight was about to begin.

Wang Han held the bone flute in his palm.

The boning knife kicked off and rushed towards Wang Han. Wang Han barely managed to dodge. Meng Bizhi jumped out and tried to sneak attack, but before he could reach him, the boning knife flipped in the air and landed behind Meng Bizhi.

The tip of the high-heeled shoes went towards Meng Bizhi's back garden flowers.

Ouch!!!

The roar of the evil dragon silenced the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs in the apartment.

Meng Bizhi's eyes almost popped out.

Pointing her toes to the ground, covering the back door with both hands, her face was pale, and she was moving in place like Nicholas Zhao Si dancing.

The boning knife's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and it wrapped its hands around Meng Bizhi's head, trying to twist off Meng Bizhi's head.

In desperation, Wang Han quickly took out the bone flute and played it.

The Eviscerator's eyes wandered for a moment.

Ma Jiugu mentioned in her diary that the Eviscerating Knife was very lewd by nature, so she was specially poisoned with the passion poison. It would have been discovered if it had been left in other people's bodies for a long time, but it was not found at all with the Eviscerating Knife.

If not, it will make the Gu insect even more powerful.

The boning knife was supported on the wall, and the legs wrapped in monogram stockings were trembling. His eyes were staring at the bone flute in Wang Han's hand, "Why is this thing from Ma Jiulian in your hands?"

When Wang Han saw that this was effective, he immediately dragged Meng Bizhi over.

He played on the bone flute again.

There was a bone-numbing scream coming from the edge of the deboning knife, and he sat down leaning against the wall, dripping with sweat and losing all strength.

Wang Han held the bone flute.

"Brother Ninth! Keep playing!" Meng Bizhi was overjoyed when he saw this.

Wang Han blew again, and the boning knife squirmed on the ground like a water snake, enchanting and extremely tempting.

His face was flushed, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

But those eyes were filled with colder murderous intent than before.

"Are you still here~~~What are you waiting for?" The boning knife shouted angrily.

Wang Han's eyes immediately looked towards Ma Jiugu's room.

The sheets shook.

An old woman came out from under the bed.

He has an ugly appearance, a mouth full of big yellow teeth, but his eyes are full of lust.

Wearing a bellyband, there is a pair of mandarin ducks on the bellyband.

Wang Han finally realized that the voice in the next room had changed.

I also understand why I don’t turn on the lights.

He glanced at the young man with empty eyes on the bed.

This is the real warrior!

"Sister, why did you die so quickly?"

"Stop talking nonsense! I was bewitched by that bitch Ma Jiulian! Her bone flute is in the hands of this person for some reason! Kill him and destroy the bone flute! Feng Manlou suddenly takes action! We have to hurry up and provide support.

!”

The old woman walked towards Wang Han tremblingly, with drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, and licked her big yellow teeth with her tongue, "This young junior has such strong qi and blood, and the taste must be very good. If you suck him dry, your skills will definitely improve."

Quite a few.”

The boning knife also looked at Wang Han lustfully, "If it wasn't an emergency, I really wanted to keep him in captivity and enjoy him slowly."

The old woman looked at Wang Han and wiped her saliva with her old hands, "Brother, do you want to play?"

Wang Han's hair stood on end.

The voice of this old woman is still the voice of Yu Jie.

Isn't he so far away from the world?

Before coming here, Feng Manlou didn’t say there were two great masters here!

This crooked old man is really a scam.

Although the old woman's skill is not as good as the deboning knife, even if she is only an early stage grand master, she is still a real grand master.

Meng Bizhi held the back garden flower and backed away.

"Brother Ninth, what should we do?"

"You go first, I'll drag them." Wang Han asked Meng Bizhi to go first. There was a bone flute dragging the boning knife. Wang Han could drag this old lady in the early stage of Grand Master for half an hour without any problem. Meng Bizhi was in trouble at the back door.

If we go together later, we will be a drag.

Meng Bizhi covered his chrysanthemum. Knowing Wang Han's plan, he didn't put on any drama that I wouldn't leave. "Brother Ninth, then I'll wait for you below."

Unexpectedly, the old woman showed her mouth full of yellow teeth and said, "This little fat guy has thin skin and tender meat, and the taste should be good. No one can leave today!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the old woman rushed towards Wang Han.

Wang Han's hands were covered with energy, and the dragon's claws swept across. Unexpectedly, the old woman's petite body was as flexible as a cat. Suddenly she kicked off the wall with her legs, turned and rushed towards Meng Bizhi. Her hands, as withered as chicken claws, held Meng Bizhi's arms.

brain.

He lowered his head and kissed Meng Bizhi.


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