"Honey, I have something to discuss with my brother later. You can play by yourself for a while. I will be back in twenty minutes at most."
"Okay, hubby." She was so absorbed in the food that she didn't notice Zuo Yang calling her a name, nor did she see Zuo Yang grinning when he heard her response.
After breakfast, as soon as Zuo Yang left, she also came out of the tent. The place where she camped was as beautiful as a resort, if not for the mess in the city.
As soon as she reached the river, she heard a voice coming from her side: "Hey! Whose little white rabbit is this? So cute! It's so delicate and tender that I want to push it over!"
Yan Da's "Witch One" is a bohemian man who is good at practicing witchcraft and making witch corpses for him to drive. His witch corpses are different from Yan San's Yin soldiers. They do not require the intervention of any modern technology and are ancestral wizard craftsmanship.
He and Yan Er finally found the organization late last night. They stood by the river early today and listened to Yan Si saying that his wife was not in good health. He thought about whether he could catch a big fish and give it to his wife to replenish her health.
He waited until the big fish didn't take the bait, but a mermaid came. From a distance, he saw a woman tiptoeing toward the river with light steps. Her whole body was covered in white and silver, like an elf transformed from a snowflake. Paired with a pair of crystal clear wings, it would be perfect.
There were slight pear dimples on her cheeks, her lips were thin and rosy, her waist was slim and beautiful, and she also wore stuffed rabbit ears on her head. Her aura was so compelling that it made his heart itch.
"Push it down?"
Hearing the disgusting teasing, the aura of lightness exuding from Wuyou's body gradually disappeared from between her brows, and her eyes, like a pool of clear water, became cold and unfeeling, lingering with evil spirits.
Looking at Yunwei who heard the noise, Yunwei immediately understood the idea and turned around and ran towards Nighthawk's tent.
She flashed in front of him like lightning and thunder from a hundred meters away. He was so frightened that he couldn't even hold his homemade fishing rod steady and fell straight into the river. Wuyou grabbed the man's collar Xiqi He said: "You are looking for death."
She greeted Yan Da with her fists on his handsome face. Before he could shout, she turned around, danced lightly, and thrust her knees forward. The pain made him open his mouth and wanted to shout. She saw the opportunity and hit him again. A handful of pebbles were thrown into his mouth, and a few more punches mixed with pebbles came back and collided, and the front teeth were gloriously laid off.
Vomiting blood and pebbles, Yan Da cried bitterly and begged for mercy: "Ah! Whose fucking tigress is this? Ahhhh... help!... Sir... save me..."
In the tent, Yan Er's "healer" Luo Xue was discussing with Night Eagle the issue of Wuyou's old injuries. At this time, Yun Wei suddenly came to report: "Master, there is a disciple teasing His Highness by the river, and saying that Your Highness She has a delicate body, and I really want to push her down or something like that.”
Hearing this, Zuo Yang's whole face turned green, "Sir, it must be Wu Yi's fool." Luo Xue looked embarrassed, this guy was too courageous.
Hearing Yan Er's words, Zuo Yang's heart dropped. It wasn't that he wasn't worried that Wuyou would be hurt, but Yan Da's martial arts was too weak, and Yan Er and Luo Xue were the only mutants who didn't have an attack system. people.
He put down the tea cup, took a breath and stood up and said: "Go and have a look, you'd better pray that he doesn't make Madam angry." How is this possible? With Wuyou's temper, he's probably already in trouble now.
Sure enough, when they walked to the river, the hunters and Yunwei surrounded the center of the battle, and Yan Da had already been beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was crying and begging for mercy.
"Ah wuwu... Auntie, I was wrong...please spare me ah... wuwu..." Seeing the person coming, Wuyou threw Yan Da to the ground in disgust, and happily jumped to the left center Lying next to him, he laughed in his ear and said: "He has lost his teeth."
"You want to push down my wife?"
Seeing Zuo Yang's cold face, Yan Da held his breath in fear as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
"Mrs. Husband... big, big... Sir, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, don't, don't, don't dare..." He, he, he, he, just now... is finished, finished.
"Don't you dare? I heard from Yan San that you arrived late at night. I think you didn't wake up. Bao Ri Bao Yue, please take him to take a shower."
Zuo Yang always said the truth. Although the kings of hell wanted to plead for mercy, what they did was really unbearable. If these skeleton soldiers were not severely punished, they would not give up.
I saw two giant beasts fighting and spinning down from the sky. The hunters watched this amazing scene with tense nerves. They all knew that what you did was right. In the ancient spirit period, this was disrespectful and would result in death.
Although it is modern now, the guardians of the ancient spirits are still there. In their subconscious mind, the master is the master and the servant is the servant. The majesty of the royal family cannot be trampled or destroyed lightly.
Fortunately, the Flying Leopards knew that this man was a friendly force, and they did not use brute force when grabbing him. One end threw Yan Da into the river, and the other end fished him out again, threw him again, and then fished him out again... It seemed like a tossing back and forth. Actual play is leisurely.
"Okay, if you don't remember well, let them take you to play on the swing on the cloud next time."
"yes"
"Husband, you are so cruel." She deliberately looked like weeping but not sobbing, with tears in her eyes. She looked so cute and lovely that I felt pity for her.
"Afraid? Okay, you..." This girl was afraid of being punished for actually daring to trick him into a honey trap. He picked her up and walked directly towards the tent where they lived.
After they were far away, Yan Er and Yan Si dared to step forward and help Yan Da up. "Let's go back and heal your wounds." Everyone dispersed.
"My life is so miserable!" He also imitated Wuyou and pretended to be weak, and he shed a few tears in a pitiful and sympathetic manner, which made Yan Er's mouth twitch.
"You still have the nerve to say that, you are so courageous and you dare to molest my wife." Although she has no martial arts skills, her eloquence is not forgiving at all.
"My conscience! I didn't know she was the wife." To show his sincerity, he also swore a poisonous oath: "If I had known about it in advance, I would have died without my body intact."
"Looking at the entire base, who dares to dress so casually, who is not nervous? You, if you want to die, you have to be reduced to ashes. I am too lazy to dissect and bury your body." Yan Er is famous for his venomous mouth. of.
"You, you, you... good men don't fight with women. Yan Si, you used the "Xiao" sound to your wife, and she didn't hit you even though it was so serious. I... it's not fair..."
"Brother, I think Madam has been gentle." I don't know how far Madam's memory has been restored.
"Second child, fourth child bullied me..."
"Deserve it!"
"Deserve it!"
In the tent, as soon as Wuyou was placed on the bed, her little hands wrapped around him: "Husband, I think I will have to eat less in the future."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid that my husband won't be able to hold me. Look, you're already sweating." She lifted up the hem of her skirt to wipe his sweat.
He leaned down and gently kissed her lips and said warmly: "Madam, eat as much as you want. If you can't hold her, it's because your husband didn't exercise. I can't blame you for eating too much. Besides, I can hold you. You're sweating because I smoked with you last night." After taking the herbal medicine, my hands are still extremely hot." He put his hand on her face, and it was like a small stove.
