Chapter 70

The witch xuedeba was a little uncomfortable when she was looked at by the mage. In this way, she was suddenly cared by a mysterious and powerful man, which made her heart a little flustered. She found that as long as she didn't nod, the mage would always stare at herself.

The conservative ancient witch girl looked like a fawn and looked away from the left and right, afraid to look at the mage's aggressive eyes.

The witch lady suddenly raised countless careful thoughts in her heart.

Her head began to fly and imagine that if she could lure the master back to her hometown, it would be like the third king of tears inviting the sage Wolong, which would become a beautiful legend for future generations.

Her motherland, the people who serve her, will inevitably become rich like the Xianglong Dynasty across the sea. Wars and disputes will disappear without a trace under the wisdom of the mage.

Cunning, ferocious, poor, timid and afraid of things, the Xiaoying people without will will will also become rich under the wisdom of the mage. With the improvement of living conditions, they will be like the Xianglong country across the sea. Everyone knows reason, wisdom, loyalty, filial piety, obedience, reason, courage and righteousness.

In that way, in chaos, demons and ghosts run rampant, the motherland where the people can't make a living will be changed, and the people will become happy. As the head of the Witch of the Jiangmen shrine, he will also do his duty to fundamentally protect the country.

For the sake of righteousness, I will personally end my husband's sin of killing thousands of swordsmen and preventing the seven swordsman incident.

The sword can't save the country. Knowing this, he fell into disaster for wild hope and false righteousness, rolled up new natural and man-made disasters and brought new sword suffering. Although it is a wrong and foolish act, his sin of killing his husband can never be redeemed.

If, if it brings new hope to the motherland and ends the dark era of cannibalism and Demons cannibalism, the sword heart is in the yellow spring, biraoban must also forgive me? Therefore, even if he sacrificed his unclean body, after his death, Biliang in the yellow spring also had the courage to face his questions?

After the final war, with the master's spirit, he will inevitably form a new shogunate and force himself to serve him as a concubine. As long as he pretends to obey and has his own persuasion at the bedside, he will inevitably bring 500 years, no, even 1000 years of peace to the country, and he will complete his mission and obtain the only salvation in the blessing of the people of the motherland.

In an instant, Miss witch thought of the world thousands of years later. She married the master as a new couple. Although she was unhappy at first, her children and grandchildren were full of children and satisfied with a peaceful day.

Xuedeba started from her neck and her whole head kept warming up. Finally, under the forced eyes of the mage, she nodded in a confused way and promised to enter the mage's family as a guest disciple and sell herself directly as a lifelong worker from a short-term temporary worker. She somehow had more fetters in this world.

The mage looked at the usually gentle witch's wife, miss, nodding in such a flustered and dazed way, and his eyes were full of circles outside the sky, which was very interesting in his heart.

The true use of Edwina's friendly technique really deserves its reputation. The mage couldn't help admiring the teacher and friend.

This guy, with this spell, has at least completed 10000 people's beheading? It is said that different children have been born every year recently.

This spell without sequelae is so effective to deal with interpersonal relationships. It's the art of killing dragons. No, it's the art of real dragons and the art of emperor's mind.

It's really overqualified to take risks and obtain information. It's the stage where it should play to compete for hegemony in the world.

The master's thoughts also floated a little incorruptible.

"Very well, Ba, this will become your home and your strength in the future. Go and change the clothes representing your new identity." the mage nodded to the Witch and let her go.

Under the friendly technique, xuedeba picked up the long sleeves on the shelf, white and red warriors collapsed, and looked at the Mage at a loss.

Under the guidance of the mage, he found the fitting room, hurriedly closed the door, leaned his back against the door, pressed his chest and gasped loudly.

She found that the precious memory left by her husband's thousand kill sword heart was somewhat blurred, which was unforgettable to her, and gradually became less painful.

She was thinking about her husband's thousand killing sword heart, but she gave birth to a kind of memory and guilt for her brother.

The witch lady felt that she was going to be broken. She patted her red and hot cheeks, looked serious, and instantly entered the realm of empty Zen like water.

Women and martial arts can sometimes blend, but sometimes they can only run counter to each other

She took off the small sleeves that had been worn for many years and had been patched with countless subtle patches, untied the samurai knot that had been wrapped for several circles, and took off the samurai Fei. She planned to wear new clothes. However, after untiing the long sleeves, she found that there were cloth strips to wrap her chest and T-shaped cloth to replace her private.

The beautiful eyes of the witch named xuedeba's wife were wide open. The warrior's state of mind was splashed by the bomb. He had to close his beautiful eyes and recite the Shinto mental Dharma. He had asked to calm down.

There is no God in the south. The sky is full of freedom.

The two are relative and the two surpass. First of all, we can see.

Select many, filter them,

Limited into narrow, to the end of the only.

There's no room. It's positive.

Tianyuan of zero should be my sword heart.

There are good and no evil in space, and there are wise men,

There is reason, there is Tao, and there is emptiness in the heart.

The ultimate is not swordsmanship.

There is no one in this hall, except those who have a great understanding of the way of sword.

"Only this, the heart has no sense of righteousness." the wife, Miss witch, put her hands together and slowly opened her eyes. This is the clear eyes of Gu Jing without waves and with the same heart surface

Xuedeba picked up the underwear prepared by master Chen Lai and felt that it was a treasure woven by the master himself. The considerate and warm care read from it made her smile. The witch said to herself and sighed: "It's worthy of being the king. It's too cunning. The evil king is worthy of his name. If he doesn't pay attention to it, not only his body, but also his heart will be mercilessly captured. Unfortunately, he didn't meet you at the beginning, his highness Chen Lai. Now, BA is the general and witch xuedeba who has only the sword and people all over the world."

His wife xuedeba slowly untied her intimate breast wrapping cloth with body fragrance, took off the T-shaped cloth with the smell of black fluff and incense, and put it on to the intimate gift of the mage bit by bit. The friction between skin and cloth is still a passion ripple in her heart, and she can always feel the warm care from the mage.

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After waiting for a long time, the witch named xuedeba finally came out and showed the mage the exotic wind color from her hometown under the indoor magic spotlight.

At this moment, the mage who looked at the witch seemed to fall into an eternal pause.

An inexplicable sense of vision reminded him of a long time ago, when he just crossed the world to replace another information of his own existence.

In this small secret room, the mage seemed to hear the Dragon chant from his hometown, the cherry blossomed spring and the starry midsummer night.

In the ancestral temple of the prodemore family's sea boat, he met the woman who lost her memory and was picked up by himself from the sea.

Do not know their past, do not know their name, forget everything, leaving only the woman who wants to seal the obsession of some monster.

A witch who will not refuse any wish. The exotic witch he dreamed of in his childhood is eager for the Witch and greedy for the witch. Maybe the mage made this wish at that time.

Is this a witch? No, it's a man's dream. It's a man's romance like a giant demon.

When did you start? Your fascination with witches?

By the way, I was conquered by the sad witch temperament after reading the story called "the love between man and dog is not over".

At the end of the story, the mage once remembered that he sighed or regretted that a lover could not be his family. It's really good that the witch was not killed by the dog day.

Afraid of popping

The mage couldn't help applauding the wonderful posture of the man's wife and witch in front of him.