When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 87: Momen God Kills! (ask for the first order!)

The Baihe River is far above the blue clouds, an isolated city of Wanren Mountain.

The Qiang flute blames the willows, and the spring breeze passes through Yumen Pass nine times.

Zhang Ji was lying on Luo's bed tiredly, not wanting to move at all.

Even if it is a sweaty BMW, it will not be able to carry it after a night of galloping.

He looked at the graceful figure. Madam Hu, who had blushing cheeks, was not lying beside Zhang Ji at the moment, but changed into a clean lake blue apron for herself. The tight lake blue apron just covered her The exquisite and delicate body, but the imaginative silhouette under the bellyband gave Zhang Ji the idea of ​​getting off the horse again.

"hiss."

Zhang Ji, who just wanted to get up, lay back on the bed because of the soreness in his waist, but had no choice but to give up this brave idea.

The drenched lake-blue sheets, the red-stained Wanren Mountain, the Qiang flute buried in the willows, invaded the Yumen Pass that resists foreign enemies nine times.

But afterwards, Mrs. Hu got out of bed panting for a while, changed the drenched quilt and put on a clean apron, and then lay back on the step, which made Zhang Ji feel a little backache .

Madam Hu and Hu Meiren really deserved to be sisters, neither of them knew martial arts, but their bodies were so strong that even a first-class man couldn't handle them.

Of course, this is also the reason for the age of Madam Hu and Hu Meiren, plus they both poured all their 16 years of loneliness on Zhang Jiji.

The considerate Mrs. Hu took out a silk scarf and wiped the sweat from Zhang Ji's forehead. Looking at Zhang Ji's resentful expression, the original shyness gradually disappeared, and a brisk smile appeared on his pretty face.

Zhang Ji is a very strange man. He invented papermaking and printing. It is said that he has a lot of connections with contemporary scholars like Mohism and Confucianism. He can also get along with a vicious villain like Liu Yi. He should be a good-looking man. A mature man will show his immature side in front of her, just like a naive child, and will show a resentful expression because he lost to himself in this kind of thing.

Madam Hu chuckled and lay down, leaned her head in his arms, and pressed her delicate body tightly against Zhang Ji's body. The feeling came together.

"Zhang Lang is already very powerful, but the concubine has been too lonely these years."

Madam Hu stretched out her slender hand to smooth Zhang Ji's frown and comfort her little lover.

She has perfectly integrated into Zhang Ji's status as a wife and concubine, and as a good wife and mother, she tried her best to make her husband happy, whether it was physically or psychologically.

What's more, she didn't lie, it was true that she was asking too much.

The sage's time combined with the deep love coming from Mrs. Hu's starry eyes implying tenderness made Zhang Ji relax completely.

"Speaking of which, why did Zhang Lang suddenly come here tonight?"

Madam Hu turned her head slightly and looked at the young lover who was close at hand, feeling a little puzzled.

After all, Zhang Ji just came back today. She heard that there was a young and beautiful woman in Zhang Ji's mansion. She didn't understand why Zhang Ji didn't go to accompany the pretty woman who might become his wife first, but came to find her.

"Because I miss my wife."

Zhang Ji teased, and hugged Madam Hu in his arms even tighter, but Madam Hu rolled her eyes.

A man's mouth, a liar.

"Well, besides that, it's also because my room will be full of blood tonight, and I don't want to sleep in the smell of blood all over the room."

Zhang Ji's words startled Madam Hu, Madam Hu quickly held Zhang Ji's hand, and asked in surprise, "Is it still the group of giant bandits from last time?"

"It's an assassin sent by some nobles, who let me touch their interests?" Feeling the worry and uneasiness of the beautiful woman in his arms, Zhang Ji patted the back of Madam Hu's hand lightly, "It's okay, there are Mohist and Luowang faction The masters who came here are guarding my mansion, I just don’t want to see blood tonight, and I miss you by the way, so I leave the mansion.”

Madam Hu nodded ignorantly. She was originally the kind of person who would stay out of the house except to watch a play in the theater with her younger sister. She was mostly not interested in outside affairs.

But after the news of Zhang Ji's cooperation with Mohism, Confucianism, and Luo Wang spread all over the world, she also learned a little bit about it.

The guards of the killer organization like Luo Wang with countless bloodstained hands, plus the famous Mohist swordsman for his loyalty, chivalry and protection, presumably no one can hurt his little lover under their guards.

However, there is still some discrepancy between the facts and Mrs. Hu's conjecture.

Zhang Ji Mansion
The thirty or so doormen who rushed into Zhang's computer room were stunned the moment they entered the room.

A flame floating in the air swam quickly in Zhang Ji's room, passing candles one after another, lighting up lamps one after another, illuminating the room as brightly as day.

A graceful figure was lying sideways on Zhang Ji's bed, with plain white hands resting on his smooth and smooth chin.

Yan Lingji has a set of bright and gorgeous armor like flames, her lower body is wearing a long black skirt with high slits, and a pair of black boots are wrapped under her jade feet, which are easy to move. The jade legs swayed slightly.

The peerless face and amazing figure shocked these disciples, even though they had seen countless pink and pretty beauties in the aristocratic lord's mansion in the past, they couldn't help being shaken by Yan Lingji for a moment.

However, in the next moment, they lost the idea of ​​being intoxicated by Yan Lingji's beauty, because there was still a swordsman holding a broad dagger standing in the wide room.

Black and white gown, red forehead, covered with a ghost mask.

Anyone who knows a little about Mohism knows who this group of people is.

The Mohist god kills the swordsman!

In the past, Mozi had passed away for several years, but at that time, the Mozi family had not yet split up, and enjoyed the legacy left by Mozi, with abundant martial virtues.

At that time, Deng Lingzi, who was not the leader of Chu Mo, but just an ordinary Mohist leader, had misunderstood Shang Yang's new law, and dared to take the god-killing swordsman to directly assassinate Qin Xiaogong and Shang Yang, forcing Qin Xiaogong to stop. If you don't go to the Mohist General Academy to explain Qin Fa in person, this matter will be considered exposed.

Since then, the Mohist god-killing swordsman has become famous all over the world.

The god of Momen kills, the sword strikes the wind and rain, and the sword falls to weep ghosts and gods.

However, there are not many real Mohist god-killing swordsmen.

Even in the peak period of the Mohist school, Mo Zhai, the founder of the Mohist school, gathered around [-] rangers with superb swordsmanship, but he could only train [-] Mohist swordsmen.

But now, with the Mohist three points, Qi Mo has put down his force, and Qin Mo has devoted himself to studying mechanical techniques. Although Chu Mo has abundant martial virtues, he has participated in non-offensive wars in recent years and suffered heavy losses. A group of elites were drawn out, but only one thousand and one hundred Mohist swordsmen were trained.

The eight Mohist leaders stationed in the Seven Kingdoms and the weak Wei State each assigned one hundred Mohist god-killing swordsmen, and there were only [-] Mohist god-killing swordsmen free in the hands of the Mohist General Academy.

But in order to protect Zhang Ji, Six Fingers Heixia sent a hundred Mohist swordsmen to protect Zhang Ji, which shows how much he attaches importance to Zhang Ji.

"retreat!"

After realizing that the group of people in front of them were Mohist god-killing swordsmen, the leader of the men in black immediately ordered to retreat.

But in front of the god-killing swordsman of the Mohist school, how could it be so easy to retreat?
What's more, at this moment, there is a resentful woman staring at the group of disciples with cold eyes.

A fiery snake made of flames leaped in the room, swallowed snake letters, and opened its bloody mouth to pounce on the group of retainers!

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