Chapter 384

The sun comes out.

A new day begins again.

Moye Fu Tu opened his eyes slowly.

But for the strange sound, she might have slept at least two more hours.

Last night this sleep, never had the security.

No dream.

Who knows, moye futu has always had bad dreams over the years.

For ordinary people, the bad dreams are either evil spirits, being chased by evil dogs or being cut down by evil people.

What she was afraid of was the young woman who seemed to be in her thirties.

The beauty of the young woman is light, and her eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, which can spread a powerful Queen's aura, and make moye futu's heart beat faster immediately. She just wants to kneel on the ground and tremble to say that she shouldn't disobey the order, Yin high-speed railway.

Since the high-speed rail apprenticeship, moye futu has always dreamed about this young woman.

Every time she woke up, she would feel her clothes soaked in a cold sweat.

She regretted it. The high speed rail work time, which

deliberately regretted, misled him to make still further progress. But he left behind a strange disease of perfume, but he could only stay at the present level.

Moye Fu Tu is really strange.

when she was determined to have a high speed rail, why did she not think that the Kungfu she taught him was a combination of several master's essences.

Even if the high-speed railway is a pig, a year and a half of hard training, combined with the corresponding Chinese herbal medicine calcination, can become no less than her existence.

However, when those people see the high-speed railway, they will give it a try -

which one of them is not an expert in martial arts?

There is no one who can't try out high-speed rail, but can only stop here in his life, which is far from what they expect.

the combination of the essence of several master's skills, and a unique poetic name.

There was a easterly wind last night.

The east wind of last night means that when the high-speed railway confronts the enemy, it will give people a powerful illusion, as if it was blown by the east wind last night. There is no trace at all. No matter it is dead or alive, it will feel very comfortable.

It was originally a killing move, but it has such a poetic name.

It's just to show off her literary talent - the rebellious mother of the high-speed railway likes doing this kind of thing most.

In short, this set of Kung Fu combined with the painstaking efforts of several experts can definitely make the high-speed railway into a world-class expert.

So, is high-speed rail a top-notch expert in the world?

Should - sort of?

No matter how to say, he is also the ghost of the king of killers selected by wanqianzhi and mercenaries.

It was this gimmick that made the high-speed railway's mother very satisfied. In front of moye's expedition to the East, she greatly appreciated moye's putu.

Make her feel more guilty.

Especially this guy had a war with Satan yesterday.

Whose Super Master can be forced to be a shameless mad dog by a woman, lying on someone's back and biting?

If it came to those people's ears -

when moye futu thought about it in a trance last night, she was just about to turn over in fright, but she thought that she had made atonement for her death.

High speed rail has to save her, that's his business!

Anyway, she didn't let him save her, and she had already died. Even if her aunt was very angry with her, she couldn't blame her any more.

Once the six-year worries were put down, moye Fu Tu had never had a stable sleep.

That kind of sound like a mouse digging a hole and dying of exhaustion. What's the matter?

Moye Fu Tu slowly opened his eyes.

When I looked out, I saw a man standing in front of the window, raising his legs, stretching his arms, twisting his waist and pouting his ass.

All of a sudden, moye Fu Tu felt that a certain nerve was tense in an instant.

This is similar to radio gymnastics, but also like yoga movements, she is too familiar with.

After all, it was her own choreography.

She also gave this set of movements a special image of the name - climbing ladder.

What is the ladder to heaven?

It's just that it's hard, it's hard, it's almost like going to heaven.

Moye Fu Tu almost broke his head when he first arranged this action.

How unreasonable, how awkward, how harmful to people's muscles and tendons, how can a man twist his waist and swing his hips like a woman? That's the most in line with her requirements.

Her waist is so soft and pliable that it's hard to practice, let alone let the high-speed rail train.

At that time, the high-speed railway saw that she would rather die than practice after practicing the so-called "mind polishing and muscle training".

High speed rail is not afraid of death.

But he was afraid of moye's whip.

This dead girl's whip is very painful on her body. The key is that there is no scar on her skin, but even if she sleeps one night, it still hurts.

In a word, high-speed railway would rather hang and wipe its neck with a knife than be whipped by moye.In desperation, he had to practice.

The biggest advantage of high-speed rail is that the more people disdain to do things that they dare not do well, the more they enjoy doing them.

What's more, he really can't stand the scornful face of the dead girl. He vowed that even if this set of movements made him want to vomit, he would practice it at home!

The high-speed railway doesn't know that when he practices this set of climbing stairs in anger, moye futu almost laughs.

Even if the high-speed rail train the ladder to the point of perfection, the role will not be strong enough to go to the square and dance with aunts, how much better.

Now, he's practicing again.

Moreover, moye futu can be sure from his skilful movements that he did not put down the high-speed rail after he returned home.

She wants to laugh again.

But I want to cry.

More in the nerve suddenly taut, in the heart of hoarse murmur: "fool, fool. You know, it's the ghost I figured out just to make fun of you. But you're a treasure, and you're not falling. "

When she thought of this, she could not help saying in a soft voice, "no, practice again."

Facing out of the window, the high-speed railway, like the wolf Xiaoyue, opens its mouth wide, takes a deep breath and exhales again. It stops its strange twisting action and looks at her with a big smile: "are you awake? Great. Are you hungry? I ordered you a very good breakfast. "

He didn't ask why I didn't let him practice any more.

Then, should I tell him the truth that practicing this set of movements is useless except to make me laugh?

Moye Fu Tu's eyebrows trembled slightly and hesitated.

She only cares about the contradiction in her heart, but she doesn't realize that the high-speed railway's attitude towards her is simply too friendly.

Of course, the high-speed railway will not take the initiative to tell her that he "cares" about her just to make up for it. When he bandaged her wound last night, he tried his hand by the way. Well, that's great. I can't see that the dead girl looks so pure and arrogant, but she has enough capital.

Similarly, the high-speed railway only thinks about this problem, but also ignores why moye futu doesn't let him practice this move.

In the past, if he didn't practice, the whip would come down immediately -

in a word, these young masters and apprentices are absolutely different. They just want to do their own things, but ignore some problems.

High speed rail does not say breakfast, moye futu does not feel hungry.

People who lose too much blood will feel very hungry when they wake up after a deep sleep.

Moye Fu Tu hesitated and nodded.

"Just a moment. I'll help you with your personal hygiene first."

The high-speed railway said and quickly walked into the bathroom.

Before helping moye futu with personal hygiene, he had to clean himself up.

Dead girl film, but there is a considerable cleanliness.

Over the years, killing so many people without soiling the white skirt is the best proof.

More than ten minutes later, he washed his hands three times, but quietly took a mouthful of the high-speed railway in the dental jar and walked out.

"Shall I brush your teeth, or will you do it yourself?"

The high-speed railway put the dental jar on the bedside table. When I asked this, I saw moye Fu Tu's little face, very red, very red.

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