Chapter 1581

"Want to know? Yes, let my junior sisters go first."

In the face of such a legendary figure as the European military emperor, yeyingying was full of energy, his muscles were tight, stared at his eyes, and dared not relax at all.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. The black man immediately ran away and shouted in English.

Those warriors soon stopped. The saints escaped from death. Almost all of them were injured. None of them was intact. They had to help each other to stand firm. When they saw the bodies of the sisters on the ground, they felt sad and couldn't help crying.

"Don't cry. It's a shame. Get out. Get out. Get out as far as you can."

Yeyingying herself was also hurt. She felt in a trance. She knew it was a sign of excessive blood loss. She screamed to stop the younger martial sisters from crying and scolded angrily.

Some people wanted to say something angrily, but they were seen through by some discerning people and stopped them. They hugged and bowed to yeyingying with tears: "Third Elder martial sister, you will always be our third elder martial sister."

"Who is your Third Elder martial sister? I don't want to be your Third Elder martial sister. Go away, go away quickly. I'm upset when I see you."

The night was red and scolded with eyes.

The women couldn't help sobbing, knowing that they had nothing to do to stay, but would become a burden to her. Wiping tears, they walked back to the depths of the desert step by step.

It's not that they don't want to go back, but they know very well that going back is a dead end. These Western fighters will surely catch up with them. Only there may be a glimmer of vitality in the dangerous desert.

Yeyingying looked at their backs with satisfaction and whispered in her heart, "I'm sorry, younger martial sisters, it's the Third Elder martial sister who is bad, which has hurt you on the most dangerous road. If there is an afterlife, I will compensate you."

"Well, can you tell me how you recognized horny?"

Patrick is also a wonderful man. At the moment, he is not worried about the huge army coming in the distance, nor is he in a hurry to ask for a map. Instead, he is clinging to the problem.

Night Yingying lips slightly warped, indifferent way: "eyes."

"Eyes?"

Patrick repeated for an unknown reason.

"To be exact, it should be the eyes. Although you disguise well, you can't hide the doting and love in your eyes. And although you sweep away holney every time you look at him, you don't seem to care, but you subconsciously look at him no less than 20 times in less than two minutes."

Ye Yingying said with great assurance: "It's like a rich man who has a lot of wealth. He concentrates all his wealth in one package and travels far away. He is always worried that the package will be lost. Seeing your baby son has almost become a subconscious instinct. This instinct may not even be aware of yourself, but in the eyes of the person with a heart, he can easily judge his disagreement with you Ordinary relations, and I happen to know that the European military emperor has an only son, so it's easy to identify him. "

Pat Kerry smiled thoughtfully and bitterly, "is it really that obvious?"

"It's not obvious, but in the eyes of people with a heart, a subtle expression and insignificant action can make a lot of judgments, and I happen to be a person with a heart."

Yeyingying released holney and calmly raised her hands: "I can't give you the map. I have my pride, but you can take it from my body."

With that, the dagger in his hand was erased from his throat, and his face was full of death.

"Ding!"

Patrick raised his hand and a silver light flashed. Yeyingying only felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the dagger couldn't help falling to the ground.

"Miss yeyingying, it's better to live than die. Why can't you think about it?"

Patrick's eyes twinkled as if he had found a rare treasure. He looked at her hotly: "I think you are the best gift God has given me."

The night Yingying was creepy. Ignoring the pain like a broken wrist, she covered her chest and said angrily: "old rogue, you can't think..."

"Cough!"

Pat Kerry coughed awkwardly for two times, interrupted her words, and said, "well, well, beautiful miss yeyingying, I think you misunderstood me. I mean, I think you are a very excellent girl. Maybe you can consider being my daughter-in-law."

Yeyingying glanced at the indifferent horny with a dull face. To tell the truth, although this guy has already died; Sixty or seventy years old, but he is still handsome. He looks only in his early thirties.

Patrick wants to marry this famous loser? Why? Immediately shook his head again and again: "don't think, I won't marry him even if I die."

"Why?"

Pat Kerry's face suddenly darkened: "do you despise him, too?"

Yeyingying was shrouded in the terrible Qi machine and shuddered all over. But for a person who had already sprouted the will to die, she was not afraid of death. What's more terrible.

He shook his head and said, "it's not that I look down on him, but that I don't like him at all, and it's impossible to marry a westerner."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it. As an old Chinese saying goes, feelings can be cultivated slowly. As for westerners and Orientals, in my opinion, they are all people. This is not a matter. This matter is settled. In the future, you will be my daughter-in-law and give me a grandson as soon as possible."

Patrick looked a little slow and made a decision without doubt.

Night Yingying is stunned. Is this the European military emperor with a brain disease? It's no wonder that horny is so overbearing. It's estimated that such things haven't happened once or twice. He's been used to it for a long time.

What about horny's former wife? Didn't Patrick kill all the babies? The idea made her shudder.

"Holney, are you satisfied with this daughter-in-law? You must work hard and give me a grandson as soon as possible, okay?"

Patrick seemed in a good mood. He looked at holney gently and kindly and said softly.

"Yes, father, I'll try."

Horny bowed respectfully.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Yeyingying feels that there seems to be a touch of sadness in horny's eyes. It's really a strange father and son.

"Ha ha, OK, you can round the house now."

Patrick laughed happily, but what he said made yeyingying numb and inexplicable.

"Don't think about it. Have you talked to yourself and asked me for advice there? Even if I die, I won't agree."

Night Yingying shouted with shame and anger. She reached out to pick up the dagger on the ground and stabbed her heart hard.

"Zheng!"

Patrick is worthy of being the emperor of European martial arts. Even if he was suppressed, his speed and response were incredible. Yeyingying only felt a pain in her wrist and the dagger came out again.

Patrick's face was so gloomy that he could drip water and stared at the Ying Ying: "I has the final say, you have no right to decide."

"Shit, don't think you're a shit. The emperor of Wu can do whatever he wants. I'd rather die than marry your useless son."

The night Yingying roared hysterically.

Pop!

A loud slap slapped her face in the night. With terrible strength, she flew out for several meters before falling heavily to the ground.

Patrick took out a white silk scarf, slowly wiped his palm and said naturally, "no one has ever dared to disobey my opinion. I'll give you another chance, promise or die."

"Bah, even if I die, I won't promise you, this dead pervert. If you have seed, kill me."

Yeyingying's face was red and swollen. She opened her mouth and spit out a back slot tooth with blood foam. She would rather die than bend her neck and scolded angrily.

Patrick suddenly smiled. The smile looked very gloomy and terrible in the hot sun. It made people cold and creepy.

Yeyingying was not afraid of death, but under his abnormal smile, she had a heart of fear. She curled up subconsciously and looked at him in horror.

The light from the corner of his eye inadvertently swept horny's back to his father and looked anxiously at her, as if to ask her to promise not to offend Patrick.

"Horny, my dear son, you can see that this bitch is very disobedient. She dares to look down on you, which makes me very angry. Therefore, she must accept the most severe punishment."

Patrick is like a face changing devil. He is full of love and doting in the face of horny's son, but he is as cold as winter in the face of others.

The expression that changed so quickly made yeyingying feel cold in her heart. She always felt that something more unacceptable than death would happen.

Horny was still winking at her just now, but now his face suddenly became expressionless and said faintly, "you said, my dear father."

Yeyingying felt more and more strange when she saw the fleeting pity and helplessness in horny's eyes. The relationship between father and son seemed very unusual and not as harmonious as it seemed.

But soon, she had no time to think about the relationship between the father and son. She opened her eyes in horror and looked at the four disciples behind Patrick, including the black man, with a grim smile. The lust in her eyes was what everyone could imagine what they would do next.

"Go away, don't come here."

Yeyingying was afraid. She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of being insulted by these animals before she died.

Tear!

The black man stretched out his hand to tear up her blood stained snow-white dress, exposed a large white on his chest, rolled his throat, seemed to hate her struggle and resistance, scolded fiercely in English, and then slapped yeyingying fan to the ground without pity.

Yeyingying's head was buzzing and her brain was in a state of crash. He didn't expect that the European military emperor should be so abnormal. He didn't want to let his four disciples turn themselves in front of everyone.

But then, Patrick's words made her fall into the abyss and realize that she thought the abnormal devil too kind.

"Don't worry, wait in line. Everyone has a share. This is the female disciple of Shenzhou holy gate. I think everyone will like this gift."

Patrick's eyes twinkled with excited anticipation, licked his tongue, stared at yeyingying's graceful body without blinking, and shouted.

The quiet crowd immediately boils like boiling water. Countless hot eyes are focused on the night Yingying like a little sheep surrounded by four big men, and the sound of swallowing saliva is endless.

The west is an open place. It looks at men's and women's affairs as ordinary as a regular meal. The martial arts in the West prefer women's sex, and almost all women are happy every day.

It is reasonable to say that they would not be so interested in a woman, but yeyingying was born in the holy gate. This identity undoubtedly stimulated the hormone secretion of these animals, and suddenly became animal.

Even if some people don't like it, they dare not say no because of the obscene power of Emperor Wu.