Tang San of Douluo suspects that I am his father

Qian Jixun opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Wang Er was much more tolerant to him than his beloved disciple. After all, Wang Er came back less often, and Bibi Dong sent people to torture him every day.

Wuhun Palace has been recruiting masters with special hobbies, special techniques, and all kinds of torture for a certain period of time, and they were specially prepared for him.

At its peak, it can even reach the point where it doesn't happen again for a whole month, with new tricks every day. This is why Qian Jixun is in the same state as Gujing.

After enduring it for a long time, Qian Jixun finally couldn't resist the temptation of wine. Even though he knew it was a trap, he still wanted to try it.

The skinny claws suddenly stretched out and grabbed the bottle with lightning speed, like a desperado who had not seen water for a long time in the desert.

"Gudong!

Gu..."

After taking two strong sips, Qian Jixun's throat choked up, as if he was about to spit it out, but he finally swallowed it reluctantly.

"Damn it, what kind of wine is this? It looks like rum but it's not the same. It's too strong and a little on top. Why does it seem to be still warm?"

Wang Er's face twitched and he was suppressing laughter. Seeing Qian Jixun still smashing the bar and savoring the taste of the wine, he finally couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Uh haha...hahaha!"

Wang Er laughed wildly, slapping the floor and laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

Qian Jixun became even more suspicious. After putting the bottle to his nose and taking a deep sniff, he seemed to have remembered something. His face instantly turned livid, his stomach was churning, and he raised his hand and pointed at Wang Er with a look of disbelief. .

"you……

wdnmd, this is not wine!

You are also a strong man of the generation, why are you so mean to feed my majestic Pope this food of reincarnation! "

Wang Erxiao felt a stomachache and his intestines began to cramp. He said feebly:

“Hey, how does the rum taste?

Haha, you Qianjixun have been in despair for so many years, but you still can't let go of your dignity. You just pee. What's the matter of reincarnation? That's the fresh and hot horse urine I just received. "

After getting the exact answer from Wang Er's mouth, Qian Jixun's eyes instantly turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out, as if he had been humiliated.

Of course, in fact, it was indeed a great shame and humiliation. The Pope, a dignified generation, was actually fed horse urine, which was still fresh and hot. This was outrageous.

Whoa!

Qian Jixun was so angry that he just dragged his extremely weak body up and jumped towards Wang Er like a tiger attacking its prey.

Of course, Qian Jixun's idea of ​​a tiger pouncing on food was his own imagination. After all, he was once the Pope of Wuhun Palace, and he felt that he still had the power to kill a tiger.

But in fact, Qian Jixun has been malnourished for many years. He is skinny and skinny, his eyes are sunken, and his palms are as thin as chicken feet.

The clothes he wore were still the gorgeous papal uniform he wore when he was imprisoned here. However, after more than ten years of wear and tear, it was now almost the same as a beggar's uniform.

Therefore, in Wang Er's eyes, Qian Jixun with this image now looked more like a vicious dog attacking his prey than a tiger.

Even Wang Er was still holding his stomach and laughing wildly, not even bothering to hide.

Not to mention that Qian Jixun had been imprisoned for so many years, and his soul ring was revoked and his lute bone was locked up.

Even if Qian Jixun is still at his peak, facing Wang Er at this time, he is completely inadequate.

Although Qian Jixun is a dignified Titled Douluo, his strength is almost that of a sewer among Titled Douluo. He has a lot of strength but no matching experience in life and death fighting. He is like a little brat holding a long knife.

"Ugh!"

When Qianjixun's bony claws were still half a meter away from Wang Er's head, the iron chain locked on Qianjixun's Pipa bone was completely straightened. Under the hard pull, Qianjixun groaned and fell to the ground in pain.

Qianjixun, who was lying on the ground and groaning in pain, did not forget to continue to verbally attack Wang Er.

"Bitch thief, you must die a good death. Keep a line as a human being so that we can meet again in the future. You will get your retribution!"

Snapped!

Wang Er kicked Qian Jixun in the face, and the few remaining front teeth fell to the ground with blood. Qian Jixun was also kicked and slid and hit the wall.

"Didn't you figure out who the hell is the villain? Are you mistaken? You are a secret warrior despised by millions of people. If you continue to behave like this, believe it or not, I will sue you for defamation!"

Wang Er used the Foshan Shadowless Kick and kicked Qian Jixun repeatedly, just like kicking a sandbag. If he didn't teach the old boy a lesson, he probably wouldn't be able to remember who the villain was.

With Wang Er's current physical fitness, if Qian Jixun's life was not considered, he could have kicked him until the end of time.

However, in order to take care of Qian Jixun, Wang Er finally stopped his shadowless kick without hesitation, kicked the angry former Pope Qian Jixun to the corner with his last kick, and then pushed open the secret room door.

This secret room is behind the Pope's throne in Wuhun Hall. However, because the sound insulation effect is so good, Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the throne and taking a nap, did not notice the series of movements Wang Er made just now.

Bibi Dong, who was short in stature, sat on the papal throne. She wore a long golden dress that fit her perfectly from head to toe. The dazzling dress shimmered with more than a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones.

The nine-curved purple gold crown on the top of the head is even more glorious, and he holds a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with countless precious stones.

Her fair skin and almost perfect face made her look so different.

Especially the intangible nobleness and holiness revealed on the body makes people unable to bear the emotion of adoration.

Bibi Dong is so amazingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and tranquil, all kinds of beautiful words seem to be applicable to this woman.Although she is no longer young, the traces of time do not seem to be left on her body.

For such a perfect woman, the moment Wang Er's figure appeared in Wuhun Hall, the influence of the superior gods fluctuated.

Bibi Dong, who had closed her eyes to rest, opened her eyes, and Wang Er's figure was reflected in her pupils.

The sacred and inviolable Pope Bibi Dong of Wuhun Palace threw down the scepter in his hand, pulled Wang Er over and pressed him onto the papal throne.

The slender and straight thighs were raised high and rested on Wang Er's shoulders, restraining him on the papal throne.

"Dirty brother, you still know how to come back!"

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes were full of charm and resentment, which was in sharp contrast to the holy and elegant Pope of Wuhun Hall just now.

Wang Er didn't resist at all, he just moved his hands dishonestly up and down the leg that Bibi Dong was riding on him, feeling the smoothest and whitest thigh in the world.

"Sister, isn't there something wrong with me? A real man was born in heaven and earth, how can he live under others for a long time? I have to work hard to protect you."

Wang Er's cry of sister was so natural. Although the two were already married, that was how Wang Er called Bibi Dong that night, and it remains the same even now.

Moreover, Bibi Dong is indeed much older than Wang Er. A female junior is holding gold bricks, while Wang Er must hold at least several gold bricks.