Chapter 505: Coquettish mace

There is no door in the house, only the animal skin is covered.
The owner of the house obviously does not love to be clean, and the house is filled with the smell of unpleasant smell, which makes people feel vomiting.
Lan Lan came to the door of the room, and the strong body smell came out of the room, and she smoked her frown.
Really unwilling to continue to wait, the sharp stones in Lancome's hands ejected like bullets, and the "squeaky" slammed into the man's back.
When the stone was drilled in, he was kneeling on a man, and the male dog continued to sway his waist. The sudden attack made him stiff and momentary, and then he fell silently, and even the screams did not come out.
Lancome didn't look much. He only hurriedly scanned the position of the man's head. After confirming that he had moved in, he said, "They want to become stronger, and take care of themselves as soon as possible." I will gather outside later."
She said that she did not wait for the woman's response and hurried out of the room.
On the stone bed of the inner house, a woman with a thin wolf is being pressed under the body of a man. She stared at a pair of panicked eyes, and her heart was already screaming.
Who was the person just now? How does listening to a voice look like a woman?
And the sentence just now, can you say that women can also become stronger?
How is this possible? A woman is not like a man who can cultivate strength. She... can she really become stronger?
But the people just now were really good, and they even killed a junior fighter quietly.
By the way, is this person really dead?
I think of this, the woman’s eyes are bigger. She looked nervously at the man who was pressing on her body, only to see his eyes bulging, clearly a look of death.
Hesitated for a moment, she raised her hand nervously and gently pressed it on his neck.
There is no pulse.
There is no more snoring.
He seems to be really dead.
The woman sighed and tried to push his body away. It is a pity that she is physically weak and has just been tortured. Her strength is very small.
The roots were bitten and itchy, and she barely pushed the man to the side.
The man fell to the side, and some of his body was pulled out of her body, bringing out sticky blood and white turbidity.
She was tortured so badly that she was already and faint, and she felt almost unaware.
Her strength was exhausted, and it took a while to recover some strength, and no more blood was flowing under her body.
Looking back at the miserable experience after coming here, the woman’s eyes suddenly filled with tears, and the things flowing under her body made her desperate to die.
But when she wanted to die, her ears suddenly recalled what Lancome said -
"If you want to become stronger, you should take care of yourself as soon as possible and gather outside to meet later."
"Strong... Strong... Can I really get stronger?" the woman whispered, her voice weak and hoarse, listening to the scorpion being hurt.
After whispering, she took the courage to look at the man around her, only to find that the hide under his head was a little wet.
The animal skin was so dirty that it could not see the original color, and the blood could not be seen on it. The woman is still too close to discover the changes in the hide.
She hesitated, carefully reaching out and touching on the wet trace.
This touch, she found that the fingertips are somewhat sticky. Turning his fingers and looking at it, the original pale and bloodless fingertips were actually stained with marks!
He is bleeding!
This thought instantly appeared in her mind. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly courageously, climbed up from the stone bed, squatted beside the body, and hugged his head with his hand.
If she doesn't do this, her strength is too small. If she is lying like she just did, she can't do anything.
After picking up the man's head, she touched his hand behind his head, and soon he touched a big hole with a thumb.
There was a hot stream in the pothole, just pouring it on her palm.
When the woman took out her palm and saw it, the palm of her hand was stained with viscous blood and became a red.
The blood was still hot, and her palms jerked and shook the excess blood.
"That man is amazing..."
The woman has never seen such a means of living so big, and her eyes are getting brighter and brighter. The voice reveals the meaning of the stock: "I want to be stronger, I have to go see!"
She is really fed up with the present day. Why can't she cultivate because of this woman?
Thinking of this, the woman dropped the head, the palm rubbed on the animal skin, almost wiped the blood clean, she immediately turned around and squatted down the stone bed.
She wants to be stronger, but before that, she has to clean herself up.
The man said, let her take care of herself and gather outside.
She has to take care of herself, can't go out to see people dirtyly, what if the person dislikes her and refuses to help her become stronger?
The woman’s headless flies seemed to turn around, and finally remembered what ~EbookFREE.me~ hurried to the kitchen.
There is a stone tank in the kitchen, and there is a large half of the water in the tank, enough.
Just as she carefully cleaned herself, Lancome had broken into the patriarch's house.
The Jufeng tribe was built on the hill, and the head of the patriarch was at the highest point, symbolizing his supremacy in the tribe.
This patriarch is also the only senior soldier in the Jufeng tribe.
When Lancome entered, he was just like a man who was just squatting on a woman.
But compared to the junior fighter, his strength is obviously much stronger.
When Lancome just opened the door, he was shocked. He turned over and went out of bed, picked up a piece of animal skin and wrapped it on his waist and left the room.
This life is extremely burly, looking at the face, about 40 to 50 years old.
He is full of strong muscles, his eyes are shining, his heart is burning, and he knows that he is energetic at first glance.
After seeing Lancome, his eyes became even hotter behind him: "Where are you from? The courage is not small."
Lancome did not say a word, the palm of his hand, the white tender palm has a mace.
The ink knife was sent to her by Jun Tian, ​​who was not willing to let this person tarnish her ink knife. Compared with the noble and glamorous ink scale knife, it is more suitable for him.
Seeing Lancome’s hands out of nothing, the patriarch not only did not fear, but looked at Lancome’s eyes and was even more hot:
What is your ability? Tell me!

Responding to him is the mace that Lancome has swept.
The mace was covered with spikes, and Lancome forced the air to tear and screamed.
The patriarch did not put Lancome in his eyes at first, but he was a senior warrior after all. After hearing the screaming scream, his face changed instantly.
"How can it be!"