Chapter 137, killing swords

If Li Mu is here, he will be shocked.
Because this weird underground metal palace is exactly the same as the technology products on the earth, the incandescent lamp is hanging overhead. The texture of the matte metal wall is beautiful and beautiful. There are wall lamps on the wall and a sofa table in the room. It is a product that does not belong to this world. Whether it is style or material, it is exactly the same as the scientific and technological products on the earth.
The entire underground metal palace is a three-bedroom, two-room room layout.
In the living room, which covers an area of ​​about 30 square meters, there is a set of celadon tea set. Behind the tea table, a shadowy figure is making tea. It is a charming woman, about 30 years old, cloud cheongsam, More and more to bring out the charm of this woman's body, the five fingers are white and tender, such as the newly peeled small onion roots, the movement is elegant, every move, natural and natural, there is a kind of rhyme.
She is thick and thick, and when she cooks tea, her long hair pours down her forehead like a black waterfall.
This is a perfect woman no matter what.
"The male is coming, what is it that makes you angry like this?"
The voice of the woman, I heard the extreme, giving a feeling of heaven as if from heaven.
However, when she looked up, the thick hair was separated from the sides of the cheek, and when the face leaked out, the metal light in the living room seemed to be dim for a moment, because the contrast was too big, it was a With a sarcoma-like monster-like face, the facial features are basically indistinguishable. The eyes are squeezed between two sarcomas. The nose itself is a blue-black sarcoma. When the mouth is open, a black tooth is leaking out. Not like the mouth of human beings.
It is hard to imagine, so beautiful and moving body figure, it will match such an ugly face that is almost like a demon monster.
However, Li Xiong apparently has become accustomed to it. He came over and sat at the tea table, took a cup of strong brown tea like amber, drank it all, and then hated the earth: "Mother, the kind of woman who is a woman, he came back."
This ugly woman is the mother of Li Xiong, and is now the wife of Li Gang’s main house.
"Oh? Come back, come back, a little bug, can still turn the sky, is it that he is angry with you?" The ugly woman's tone is casual, ‘smile’.
"He was admitted to Wen Jinshi, the youngest Wenjinshi of the empire." Li Xiong hated the earth.
"Oh, a literary scholar who has no power and no power, such as a cockroach ant." The ugly woman did not care.
Li Xiong added: "It can be a kind of county magistrate."
"Oh? Taibai County? Oh, interesting, this is your embarrassing rule, as long as you think, my son, you can always find him trouble, play him in the palm of the hand." Ugly woman still does not care.
"But, he is still a super-class strongman in the sect of the sect." Li Xiong said again.
"Well?" The sarcoma on the ugly woman's face trembled, and there was a bit more strange in her tone: "Zong Shijing? Are you sure?"
Li Xiong gritted his teeth and said what happened in the pig-ridden alley tonight, said: "Mother, between the tricks, defeated Monday Ling, but also humiliated me, mother, I can not swallow this tone, you Revenge for me."
"Revenge? Do you want to shoot for the mother, help you kill him, or do you want to do it yourself?" The ugly woman's tone regained the previous calm, just like a mirror, without the slightest ripples and waves.
A super master of the sect of the sect, or the youngest literary scholar of the empire, has a county magistrate, and is 15 years old...
Such a series of information is combined enough to make many people at the top of the empire move. After all, they mean endless potential, but this ugly woman obviously does not care, as if she is willing to do so, she can kill Li Mu like this. A super master of the sect.
"Of course, I have to do it myself. I have to tear it apart by hand, so I can wash away the shame of today." Li Xiong’s anger is hard to say: "Mother, you have to help me."
"Help you, but, what do you have to bear, what are you going to do? Are you ready?" The ugly woman is cooking tea and knowing what to say.
On Li Xiong’s face, there was a sudden fear of color, as if it was a horrible thing, and his face became pale.
However, when he touched his cheek, he seemed to feel the pain of Li Mu’s slap in the face, and then think about it in the moonlight tonight, Li Mu’s ridicule and disdain for himself, facing the other side. The sense of powerlessness in absolute strength, Li Xiong’s innermost heart, the war of heaven and earth, in the end, he seems to have made great determination, saying: "Mother, is it going to get into that thing?"
The ugly woman nodded.
Li Xiong's face, a burst of white, and then bite his teeth: "Well, mother, I promised."
The sarcoma on the woman's face squirmed. In her voice, she showed a happy and satisfied look. "Good, male, you finally made this decision. It is the son of my [Ling Wei Medical Immortal]. You finally want to understand, the mother will not force, but once you really decide to accept, then the mother will make you the real first son of Chang'an in the shortest time, this world, only the power that truly belongs to you. It is the most terrible snuggle, rest assured, mother will let you reborn and completely change."
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Snapped!
The long whip with the wire slammed on the body of the woman wearing only a thin shirt, and suddenly it was bloody.
"Smelly, what is it? I see how you can endure."
The president of the Dafeng Chamber of Commerce, the front yard garden, Zhou Yu, the angry face of the young master, waving a long wire whip in his hand, was slamming on a woman who was hung in the world.
The appearance of a woman in her twenties is ordinary, only one pair of eyes, big and bright, and different.
She was wearing a thin outer shirt, and she had been pumped a dozen or so lashes. On the thin and delicate body, she was staggered and covered with whip marks. The blood ran down the whip marks and flowed down from her slender legs. Eventually gathered into the snowy toes of the shoes that had been smashed, ticking and falling on the ground under the trees, forming a small bloody, still expanding.
The wet hair was on the pale face, and the woman clenched her teeth tightly, as if the whip was not as big as herself.
"Hey, the old pig and the beggars around me, it’s really hard, I’m going to have this bad smell tonight, don’t you beg for mercy?
Zhou Yu looked stunned, his eyes sparkling with vicious light, saying: "I don't have any way to take that Li Mu for the time being, but your commandment is firmly in the hands of Lao Tzu. I want to play with you, how to play with you. If you have a kind, you will never ask for mercy, Lao Tzu. Even if you kill you alive, no one will be the master of you, haha."
Hey!
It was two whip and slammed on the woman.
Blood is spattered and the skin is fleshy.
The maid guard standing next to me, seeing such a fierce scene, even the atmosphere did not dare to go out, for fear of getting rid of the head of Zhou Yu.
"Li Mu? What did you say? Is the son of the son, the son of the son?" The woman's eyes widened, flashing an unprecedented fascination, and excited.
Zhou Yu said: "Yes, that kind of cockroach is coming back, oh, unfortunately, when he comes back, he will provoke people who shouldn’t be provoked. The male son will not let him go, hahaha, I believe that it will take long before you can Seeing his body, hahahahaha!"
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Tianjianwuguan.
As a martial arts hall that has been persevering for more than a hundred years in Chang'an City, the Tianjian martial arts museum has a profound heritage. The first-generation lord [Tianjian Shangren] is the sect of the second-class sect of the sect of the sword. The masters of all parties in Chang'an City have created a great reputation, opened the apprenticeship, and soon established a foothold in Chang'an City. After a hundred years of development, such as today's Jianwu Museum in many martial arts halls in Chang'an City, Ranked third, the master in the museum is like a cloud.
Today, the contemporary pavilion [opening the sword] Zhang Chengfeng, blue out of the blue and better than the blue, is enough to rank among the top 20 of the Changan House master list, a hand swordsmanship is a heavyweight.
The only son of Zhang Chengfeng is Zhang Bingxue, who is a self-titled [Unparalleled Swordsman]. He is also a famous name in Chang'an City.
The night is deep, Zhang Bingxue is in the back garden, and after practicing a set of swordsmanship, the breath gradually stabilizes.
Standing on the side of the [opening the sword] Zhang Chengfeng, after reading his son practicing swords, shaking his head, said: "The routine is cooked, but the sword is not right, tangible, intentionless, and wants to enhance the strength, I have to see the blood, my Zhang family's [Tianjian 16 style], want to practice, integrate, must see blood, blood infiltration, tomorrow, I will shoot guards to follow you, go to the mountains outside the city, you kill a few Personally, let's talk about the swordsman."
"See the blood?" In the eyes of Zhang Bingxue, flashed a hint of haze, said: "Father, it is both daring, why not tonight?"
Zhang took the wind and said: "Starting tonight, too hasty."
"Is there no one to kill in my house?" Zhang Bingxue sneered, saying: "Father, son tonight, want to kill one person, if you kill this person, you can become a sword."
"Well? Who?"
"Autumn."
"Who? Oh, that woman... For the father, you are uncertain, and your mind is wandering. Are you having anything tonight?" Zhang Chengfeng is a strong martial artist after all, his eyes are like a torch, and Zhang Bingxue is seen at a glance. It looks wrong tonight.
"Father, the baby is being humiliated tonight." Zhang Bingxue is not concealing, and everything that happens in the pig lane will be said in detail.
Zhang Chengfeng’s face changed slightly:
Li Mu? A fifteen-year-old Zong teacher?

"Father, the baby was humiliated by him, and he had to swallow his voice. This humiliated my sword heart. If I can't kill a person around him, I am afraid that the heart is hard to break. If I see him in the future, I will be afraid. That autumn is The mother of this kind of mother, when I was a child, I served him, I killed the autumn, tonight, the sword can be made, and my father is fulfilled." Zhang Bing Xue bite his teeth.
Zhang Chengfeng slightly hesitated.
Zhang Biao Xuedao: "Father, are you afraid that Li Mu will not be?"
Zhang Chengfeng smiled faintly: "I learned to use the radical method... Oh, or a maid, killing and killing, so many years have passed, I want to come to that person, it will not appear again."
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Promote the public micro-signal of the knife, and the micro-signal search for the chaotic knife.
There is a third more tonight, everyone is good night.