Chapter 1620

Jiang Pengji's live studio is full of good and bad people, and fags and dirty women emerge one after another.

When they know that today's live content is no longer boring government affairs, but full screen hormones, they can't stand it immediately.

A group of war five scum clamored to cry. Yang Tao was serious. The most serious thing was that a group of fags and dirty women stared at the bulge under Yang Tao's tight abdominal muscles and blushed. In contrast, Jiang Pengji received little attention. They see this face every day, and the other party won't show their abdominal muscles to them. Yang Tao's little angel is the real warrior. He is very generous and makes people blush.

Not only fags and dirty women clamored to push to Yang Tao, a group of salt fish with little combat power also shouted slogans with the crowd.

[Aodi Leming]: if the next European emperor is a baby, the baby must fight to remove the big underpants of Yang Tao's little angel!

[Xinshi brewing milk tea]: after watching the analysis of a group of great gods in the live broadcast room, the baby feels deeply inferior. They all say that ancient men didn't eat well and the food was not nutritious, so they were not tall, bad looking and out of shape... As a result, Yang Tao was such a man?

[Teddy Cheng Jing]: if I can cross, I want to cross Cheng Yang Tao's underpants and play with him every day!

Jiang Pengji looked at a group of war five scum who had no AC number at all, and shook her head in the dark.

Yang Tao can lift them up with one hand, turn them around twice and throw them out. Who gives them confidence to push him and says he wants to cry every day?

Jiang Pengji's control of his expression has reached the level of pure fire. Although Yang Tao has not heard what he knows, make complaints about it. He took two jars of spirits from the cabin, one for each person. "I never thought I could take the same boat with Liu Gong and drink in the wind."

"Hard to imagine?" Jiang Pengji said, "I think it's expected and nothing new."

Yang Tao pondered her words carefully and recognized her arrogance and self-confidence.

He said he had never thought about it, which means "I never thought I would lose to Jiang Pengji" and "I will be reused after losing to Jiang Pengji".

Jiang Pengji's answer is very straightforward. She firmly believes that she will win Yang Tao. Yang Tao's failure is expected.

Alas, such an ungrateful man was not killed in a sack.

Yang Tao has such a good temper that he also wants to smash Jiang Pengji. It can be seen how much people love and hate her.

"Liu Gong had such a temperament when he was a child?"

Jiang Pengji drank up half a jar of liquor in one breath, put her hands behind her, supported her upper body, put her feet in the river water, and her clothes adhered to her skin half wet and half dry, vaguely outlining Miaoman's figure. But most of his body is covered by his cloak. Yang Tao won't pay too much attention to women other than his wife. The guard doesn't dare to look directly at Yang Tao, and the salted fish only licks Yang Tao's abdominal muscles. No one pays attention to her.

"What do you think?"

Yang Tao said with a smile, "if Liu Gong had this temperament when he was a child, he probably wouldn't live until now."

This flat temper is too hatred.

Jiang Pengji smiled and showed her white teeth. Her smile seemed to be two points brighter than the scorching sun above her head.

"How? When I was a child, my character was much worse than now. When I grow up, I will become mature and steady..."

She didn't lie. She had a bad temper when she was a child.

Put aside the words of some old comrades in arms, she looked at people every time as if others owed her $5 million, silent and gloomy.

It's just that the silent iceberg image is also good. It's just that her mouth is consumptive, and she has to make people glass hearted.

Yang Tao smiled awkwardly.

Now it's mature and steady. What should Jiang Pengji look like when she was a child?

After drinking more than ten jars, Yang Tao got drunk when he drank the third jar.

Although his drinking capacity is good, it is based on sake. The aftereffect of these spirits is not comparable to that of sake faded into clear water.

Although liquor is good, you can't drink too much.

Jiang Pengji alone dried up all the remaining wine and threw the wine jar on the river at will.

After blowing the river breeze for a long time, she said to the guard, "go back and remember to burn some sobering Soup for him to avoid blowing and cold."

When the party landed, Jiang Pengji's clothes were almost dry.

Raise your hand and hang the divine chopping knife around your waist to restore your normal dress.

She jumped onto the horse's back and was about to order her return. Her eyebrows jumped suddenly. Her brown eyes looked a little dangerous in the sun.

"Wait --"

The guard said, "do you have any orders, Lord?"

Jiang Pengji said, "you take Yang Tao back by water. I want to walk alone."

The guards looked at each other, hesitated and said, "several military teachers repeatedly told you not to leave the LORD alone..."

Jiang Pengji tightened the reins with a smile, and the corners of her lips were a little indifferent.

"Am I the Lord, or are they the Lord?"

The voice was neither light nor heavy, with some chilling severity.

The guards half knelt on the ground and dared not look up. When they returned to their senses, they were stunned to find that the clothes on their backs were soaked with sweat.

"I just want to go back alone and hunt some prey. I'll catch up with you soon. Just report back to the military division."

The guard did not hesitate, but could only follow Jiang Pengji's orders.

They didn't have the courage to ask Jiang Pengji why she wanted to support them and hunt alone, but the salted fish were not afraid.

Jiang Pengji said, "there is an ambush in front of me. They follow me and drag me back. They have nothing to contribute except death."

She made no secret of her contempt.

Salted fish: "

Is there an ambush nearby?

To be exact, there is an ambush in the woods ahead.

Everyone knows that Jiang Pengji is a maverick Lord. She loves hunting and drinking. Whenever she is free, she will take people to play game. It is also common to hunt alone. If she dares to do so, it is naturally the courage of skilled people. There are not no people who can assassinate her in this world, but those people are in another world. She hasn't counseled by virtue of the fighting power of the world alone. But others don't think so, especially the enemy.

[Guicai Guo fengxiao]: suddenly there is a brain hole. If someone predicts that Xi is light and unprepared, although there are millions of people, it is tantamount to walking alone in the Central Plains. If the assassin falls down, one man's ears will fall. In my opinion, I will lose my life in the hands of a man... I think I will be beaten in the face?

[sneaking into the African chieftain]: hum, where is "probably", you will definitely be beaten in the face, so swollen that your mother can't recognize it.

Jiang Pengji's combat power is high. How can an assassin be enough?

Don't you want to touch her clothes without pulling a vast army?

The salted fish blew Jiang Pengji with their eyes closed. She was dressed in a round robe and red dress, tied a high horsetail, held a bow in her left hand and a cutting sword pinned to her waist, and went alone into the depths of the dense forest. When she easily hunted two roes, there was a faint sound of arrows breaking through the air

All these hidden arrows were poisoned, and each one came at her vital point.

The assassin was delighted to see that she didn't respond.

But the corners of her mouth were stiff just half up, and Jiang Pengji, who should have fallen by the arrow, did not fall.

With a fixed look, the other party holds a familiar arrow in his right hand.

The bottom of my heart just gave birth to a little foreboding, but I saw the red figure facing their direction, revealing a bloodthirsty grimace.