In a forest outside Qingyang County, Pan Ren was fleeing desperately, running away with the fastest speed, the most cunning means and the most embarrassing posture in his life.
This was an extremely ordinary hunt, but he never dreamed that it turned into a desperate escape. Pan Ren couldn't even understand how he ended up like this.
It's been several years, and Pan Ren can't remember how long it took for him to work so hard.
Since the boss Zhao Hu joined Hai Xiao’s team, he has never been so in a panic again.
In the entire Qingyang Port waters, no one dared to oppose Haixiao. Even the county magistrate of Qingyang County could only watch them coldly and unwilling to provoke them easily.
After a long time of comfort, Pan Ren enjoys this feeling of power.
However, he was very quiet and thoughtful, and occasionally missed the past, and the years he fought desperately and wandered on the verge of life and death.
Since the boss took over a business a few days ago, they have stepped onto the land from the sea.
Perhaps it was because he had been holding it in the sea for too long, or perhaps it was purely due to the impulse after drinking, Pan Ren summoned a group of subordinates and went to the mountains to hunt with the intention of drinking.
He had no clear goal, but wanted to remember the old days and have fun.
Now he no longer needs to turn his attention to the poor mountain people, nor do he care about their little pity for gains and treasures.
Entering the mountain just wanted to tease the hunters who have been with low-level monsters all year round. If possible, it would be worth it to play with one or two village girls in the mountain.
Those village girls are not beautiful, but they have the purity and vitality of the women in the city. Although they are sour, they are still a kind of adjustment.
Is this requirement high?Not at all!For Mr. Pan now, it is simply too normal.
Unexpectedly, the village girl who was satisfied was not found, but she met two killing gods, especially the gentle boy!But it made Pan Ren feel as if he was facing the most terrifying devil.
He was wearing a plain white outfit, wearing a big purple cloak, and his black hair was slightly tied with a ribbon, like a waterfall on his shoulders.
The hair is not long, it can only be covered with the shoulders, but it looks extremely flowing.
While walking, he seemed to float on the water surface, and was floating under the wild flowers blooming in the mountains, making people feel strange and visually confused.
The reason for this is that on the one hand, the boy seemed to have a layer of film light on his body, and he seemed to have some kind of drift and distortion from his sight, so he could not see his true appearance clearly.
There is another one, because of what the boy said.
She walked straight towards Pan Ren and others, saying one thing, and it was the only one.If you want to survive, take me to find your boss and I have something to talk to him.
Pan Ren is a little regretful now. Why didn’t he listen to the boy obediently, but instead wanted to rely on the number of people to teach this arrogant boy a lesson.
So when the young man used his slender and fair palms to blow the barbarian's fist with one punch, his head was broken.
It seemed that he was not a strong man who could have a cracked tiger and leopard, but a layer of paper, a piece of wood, a rotten and old rotten wood that was about to be buried, vulnerable.
Faced with the shocking blow, he completely regretted it.
What kind of strength is this?Grandmaster warrior?Why is he so young?Aren’t those master-level warriors all over the age of 40? When can they be so young?
This discovery made him finally regret his decision. With his strength, in front of a master-level warrior, the only fate was death, so he could only start this bitter escape.
The most terrifying thing is that when the boy killed the barbarian, Pan Ren suddenly woke up and finally saw his face clearly.
It was that glance that made him lose even his last courage, and only one thought was left: escape!
The boy's appearance is very handsome, not only handsome, but also has an evil and handsome temperament, which is an extremely attractive temperament.
Pan Ren also has this temperament, or he thinks he has it.
How could the second leader of the invincible sea owl who is scattered across the sea not attract women's aura? Isn't that a joke!
However, compared with the temperament of the boy, Pan Ren suddenly realized that he could not even be considered a grass chicken.
The tranquility with evil momentum made him feel like the mountains were squeezed.
It was as if the god looked down at the ant, Pan Ren instantly broke his heart and could only run away for the death.
What's more, he had seen this young man's appearance, but it was just in portraits. This was one of their important goals this time. Now after seeing the young man, Pan Ren suddenly felt a little resentful of the employer who invited them to the ashore this time. Damn, you said that the goal was just a waste who had just started practicing martial arts. If this young man was a waste, most of the world would probably be waste.
Although he was cursing in his heart, Pan Ren was not slow at all and kept running for the death to his death, but it was obvious that he had nowhere to escape.
The direction of Pan Ren's escape was a secret manor left by Hai Xiao near Qingyang County.
He knew that if the boy made up his mind to kill him, the only hope that he would save his life would be Haixiao's manor.
As long as Zhao Hu is here now, he is expected to survive. Although the distance is even further, Pan Ren has no choice.
He could only hope that his legs could be faster and that his subordinates could delay for a moment so that he could escape.
Soon, Pan Ren fell into despair.
More than a dozen martial artist-level warriors were killed one after another by the boy, and no one could fight against even one punch.
The boy was chasing and killing slowly, as if he was not harvesting lives, but cockroaches and bugs, cold and precise.
Behind him, the screaming sound was no longer heard, his subordinates were dead, and Pan Ren became more and more panicked.
Compared to the fear of death, he was more afraid of the feeling of waiting for death.
He understands that feeling and has seen and appreciated countless times how others collapse under that fear.
Now, it's his turn to experience it.
Without looking back, Pan Ren also knew what kind of way the boy was gradually chasing him in a floating manner, and looking at him with indifference without any pity, like a thorn on his back, making him cold and cold.
Fortunately, the boy seemed to be intentionally asking him to lead the way, and did not catch up and took his life immediately. He just followed him casually, like a maggot on his bones, making Pan Ren feel horrified...
………
In the manor, in the secret room, there is a wide gum.
Zhao Hu's majestic body was covered with sweat, and his nose was as thick as an old cow plowing the field.
The strong and elastic bed made an unbearable moan, and the slender and soft white body twisted like a boat in the waves, as if it was about to be dismantled into pieces.
Looking at the sad and sad face of the woman beneath her, Zhao Hu felt even more lustful.
On the shiny bald head, sweat beads slid down their twisted cheeks, and a strange redness radiated against the surging face of blood.
In a trance, Zhao Hu felt as if he was having a bloody battle. The sound of a knife coming to his bones was about to come from his ears. He admired the opponent's fear and despair expression, and felt the pleasure and comfort they brought to him.
Different opponents, same pleasure!
Thinking of this in his heart, Zhao Hu became more and more excited, and he growled repeatedly, tearing off the last piece of clothing on his body, covering his nose, and taking a deep breath.
Mr. Zhao likes this taste!
The woman under her closed her eyes, her hands were tied to the head of the bed, and her mouth made muffled groans and crying from time to time.
Her body is not beautiful but particularly tender. Her sad face is covered with purple and slightly wet blood on the corners of her eyes and ears.
As the head continued to shake, two braids flew in the air, adding a bit of tenderness to it.
It was like two flags that symbolize victory called Zhao Hu to conquer.
Haha, mute?Master Hu remembers playing one once, but it’s not as good as you!
He stretched out his tongue and licked his fat lips. Zhao Hu pushed the woman's feet against her shoulders, squatted on her horse, ready to hit Huanglong.
Not to mention, it’s really a bit similar. Could it be that the little girl grew up back then?
A picture appeared in my mind, with several terrified and begging faces shaking in front of me, among which there was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, who could not tell what her eyebrows were.
Unfortunately, the picture is too blurry, and no matter how hard Zhao Hu tried, she could not be clear.
The only thing that is certain is that the girl also has a pair of braids, with her equally delicate and soft skin, but her expression is even more dull and dull.
It was like a walking corpse with an empty body, despite being tortured, bit her lips tightly without making a sound.
It's better to be you, hehe!
After several attempts, no results were achieved. Hu Ye gave up the idea of scrutinizing his memory.
He killed too many people and raped too many women. Who knows which one was back then, and how can he remember whether that girl died?
No matter who she is or not, she is just a toy in her palm now, so why bother to worry about it?
Feeling the increasingly stronger impulse in his body, Zhao Hu gathered his mind and focused his entire mind somewhere in his body.He half-squatted, holding his hands on the edge of the bed, and roared like a wild beast...
The crazy dragon was about to rush out. He had ignored everything around him and devoted himself completely to this battlefield that would bring him endless joy.
Master Hu, help me!A shrill cry of help suddenly came from outside, causing Zhao Hu to stop his body that was about to be conquered, and listened carefully to the movement outside in surprise.
He felt a fire in his heart, and he felt like he was quick to kill the sound that disturbed his good deeds. However, when he heard who made the sound, a trace of solemnity gradually appeared on his face, and he was shocked and puzzled. This was Pan Lao Er's voice. Who could actually make the fierce and vicious Pan Lao Er call for help? It seems that this person is not simple.
Although he felt solemn in his heart, Zhao Hu still put on his clothes as fast as possible, lifted up his proud weapon, and rushed out of the secret room with a nine-ring machete, running towards the front yard of the manor. The sound came from there, as if it had not been moved there. Pan Ren's voice was still screaming shrillly, which disturbed Zhao Hu.
This was an extremely ordinary hunt, but he never dreamed that it turned into a desperate escape. Pan Ren couldn't even understand how he ended up like this.
It's been several years, and Pan Ren can't remember how long it took for him to work so hard.
Since the boss Zhao Hu joined Hai Xiao’s team, he has never been so in a panic again.
In the entire Qingyang Port waters, no one dared to oppose Haixiao. Even the county magistrate of Qingyang County could only watch them coldly and unwilling to provoke them easily.
After a long time of comfort, Pan Ren enjoys this feeling of power.
However, he was very quiet and thoughtful, and occasionally missed the past, and the years he fought desperately and wandered on the verge of life and death.
Since the boss took over a business a few days ago, they have stepped onto the land from the sea.
Perhaps it was because he had been holding it in the sea for too long, or perhaps it was purely due to the impulse after drinking, Pan Ren summoned a group of subordinates and went to the mountains to hunt with the intention of drinking.
He had no clear goal, but wanted to remember the old days and have fun.
Now he no longer needs to turn his attention to the poor mountain people, nor do he care about their little pity for gains and treasures.
Entering the mountain just wanted to tease the hunters who have been with low-level monsters all year round. If possible, it would be worth it to play with one or two village girls in the mountain.
Those village girls are not beautiful, but they have the purity and vitality of the women in the city. Although they are sour, they are still a kind of adjustment.
Is this requirement high?Not at all!For Mr. Pan now, it is simply too normal.
Unexpectedly, the village girl who was satisfied was not found, but she met two killing gods, especially the gentle boy!But it made Pan Ren feel as if he was facing the most terrifying devil.
He was wearing a plain white outfit, wearing a big purple cloak, and his black hair was slightly tied with a ribbon, like a waterfall on his shoulders.
The hair is not long, it can only be covered with the shoulders, but it looks extremely flowing.
While walking, he seemed to float on the water surface, and was floating under the wild flowers blooming in the mountains, making people feel strange and visually confused.
The reason for this is that on the one hand, the boy seemed to have a layer of film light on his body, and he seemed to have some kind of drift and distortion from his sight, so he could not see his true appearance clearly.
There is another one, because of what the boy said.
She walked straight towards Pan Ren and others, saying one thing, and it was the only one.If you want to survive, take me to find your boss and I have something to talk to him.
Pan Ren is a little regretful now. Why didn’t he listen to the boy obediently, but instead wanted to rely on the number of people to teach this arrogant boy a lesson.
So when the young man used his slender and fair palms to blow the barbarian's fist with one punch, his head was broken.
It seemed that he was not a strong man who could have a cracked tiger and leopard, but a layer of paper, a piece of wood, a rotten and old rotten wood that was about to be buried, vulnerable.
Faced with the shocking blow, he completely regretted it.
What kind of strength is this?Grandmaster warrior?Why is he so young?Aren’t those master-level warriors all over the age of 40? When can they be so young?
This discovery made him finally regret his decision. With his strength, in front of a master-level warrior, the only fate was death, so he could only start this bitter escape.
The most terrifying thing is that when the boy killed the barbarian, Pan Ren suddenly woke up and finally saw his face clearly.
It was that glance that made him lose even his last courage, and only one thought was left: escape!
The boy's appearance is very handsome, not only handsome, but also has an evil and handsome temperament, which is an extremely attractive temperament.
Pan Ren also has this temperament, or he thinks he has it.
How could the second leader of the invincible sea owl who is scattered across the sea not attract women's aura? Isn't that a joke!
However, compared with the temperament of the boy, Pan Ren suddenly realized that he could not even be considered a grass chicken.
The tranquility with evil momentum made him feel like the mountains were squeezed.
It was as if the god looked down at the ant, Pan Ren instantly broke his heart and could only run away for the death.
What's more, he had seen this young man's appearance, but it was just in portraits. This was one of their important goals this time. Now after seeing the young man, Pan Ren suddenly felt a little resentful of the employer who invited them to the ashore this time. Damn, you said that the goal was just a waste who had just started practicing martial arts. If this young man was a waste, most of the world would probably be waste.
Although he was cursing in his heart, Pan Ren was not slow at all and kept running for the death to his death, but it was obvious that he had nowhere to escape.
The direction of Pan Ren's escape was a secret manor left by Hai Xiao near Qingyang County.
He knew that if the boy made up his mind to kill him, the only hope that he would save his life would be Haixiao's manor.
As long as Zhao Hu is here now, he is expected to survive. Although the distance is even further, Pan Ren has no choice.
He could only hope that his legs could be faster and that his subordinates could delay for a moment so that he could escape.
Soon, Pan Ren fell into despair.
More than a dozen martial artist-level warriors were killed one after another by the boy, and no one could fight against even one punch.
The boy was chasing and killing slowly, as if he was not harvesting lives, but cockroaches and bugs, cold and precise.
Behind him, the screaming sound was no longer heard, his subordinates were dead, and Pan Ren became more and more panicked.
Compared to the fear of death, he was more afraid of the feeling of waiting for death.
He understands that feeling and has seen and appreciated countless times how others collapse under that fear.
Now, it's his turn to experience it.
Without looking back, Pan Ren also knew what kind of way the boy was gradually chasing him in a floating manner, and looking at him with indifference without any pity, like a thorn on his back, making him cold and cold.
Fortunately, the boy seemed to be intentionally asking him to lead the way, and did not catch up and took his life immediately. He just followed him casually, like a maggot on his bones, making Pan Ren feel horrified...
………
In the manor, in the secret room, there is a wide gum.
Zhao Hu's majestic body was covered with sweat, and his nose was as thick as an old cow plowing the field.
The strong and elastic bed made an unbearable moan, and the slender and soft white body twisted like a boat in the waves, as if it was about to be dismantled into pieces.
Looking at the sad and sad face of the woman beneath her, Zhao Hu felt even more lustful.
On the shiny bald head, sweat beads slid down their twisted cheeks, and a strange redness radiated against the surging face of blood.
In a trance, Zhao Hu felt as if he was having a bloody battle. The sound of a knife coming to his bones was about to come from his ears. He admired the opponent's fear and despair expression, and felt the pleasure and comfort they brought to him.
Different opponents, same pleasure!
Thinking of this in his heart, Zhao Hu became more and more excited, and he growled repeatedly, tearing off the last piece of clothing on his body, covering his nose, and taking a deep breath.
Mr. Zhao likes this taste!
The woman under her closed her eyes, her hands were tied to the head of the bed, and her mouth made muffled groans and crying from time to time.
Her body is not beautiful but particularly tender. Her sad face is covered with purple and slightly wet blood on the corners of her eyes and ears.
As the head continued to shake, two braids flew in the air, adding a bit of tenderness to it.
It was like two flags that symbolize victory called Zhao Hu to conquer.
Haha, mute?Master Hu remembers playing one once, but it’s not as good as you!
He stretched out his tongue and licked his fat lips. Zhao Hu pushed the woman's feet against her shoulders, squatted on her horse, ready to hit Huanglong.
Not to mention, it’s really a bit similar. Could it be that the little girl grew up back then?
A picture appeared in my mind, with several terrified and begging faces shaking in front of me, among which there was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, who could not tell what her eyebrows were.
Unfortunately, the picture is too blurry, and no matter how hard Zhao Hu tried, she could not be clear.
The only thing that is certain is that the girl also has a pair of braids, with her equally delicate and soft skin, but her expression is even more dull and dull.
It was like a walking corpse with an empty body, despite being tortured, bit her lips tightly without making a sound.
It's better to be you, hehe!
After several attempts, no results were achieved. Hu Ye gave up the idea of scrutinizing his memory.
He killed too many people and raped too many women. Who knows which one was back then, and how can he remember whether that girl died?
No matter who she is or not, she is just a toy in her palm now, so why bother to worry about it?
Feeling the increasingly stronger impulse in his body, Zhao Hu gathered his mind and focused his entire mind somewhere in his body.He half-squatted, holding his hands on the edge of the bed, and roared like a wild beast...
The crazy dragon was about to rush out. He had ignored everything around him and devoted himself completely to this battlefield that would bring him endless joy.
Master Hu, help me!A shrill cry of help suddenly came from outside, causing Zhao Hu to stop his body that was about to be conquered, and listened carefully to the movement outside in surprise.
He felt a fire in his heart, and he felt like he was quick to kill the sound that disturbed his good deeds. However, when he heard who made the sound, a trace of solemnity gradually appeared on his face, and he was shocked and puzzled. This was Pan Lao Er's voice. Who could actually make the fierce and vicious Pan Lao Er call for help? It seems that this person is not simple.
Although he felt solemn in his heart, Zhao Hu still put on his clothes as fast as possible, lifted up his proud weapon, and rushed out of the secret room with a nine-ring machete, running towards the front yard of the manor. The sound came from there, as if it had not been moved there. Pan Ren's voice was still screaming shrillly, which disturbed Zhao Hu.
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