Protector of the Country Dragon Emperor

Chen Yan was just joking at first, but unexpectedly, he actually pushed Wang Hongluan and dragged him into the car.

Looking at the charming, shy and beautiful wife who wanted to refuse, Chen Yan suddenly thought of something. He took her hand with excitement and asked, "Honey, are you... are you okay now?"

Wang Hongluan leaned in the back seat of the Land Rover: "What can I do?"

Chen Yan moved over, placed his hand on her round thigh, and slid it slowly.

That means, it goes without saying.

Chen Yan thought that after waiting for so long, he would finally get what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hongluan still shook his head helplessly and said with a sad face: "Master said, we have to wait for three years."

"Three years? Oh my God!"

"I'm sorry!" Wang Hongluan was also very sorry and felt very guilty. "I don't want to do this either. Besides, I will be running for the third year in three years. I also... really want to try it!"

As she said this, she held her face and felt hot.

It turned out that this was the reason why she half-pushed him into the car. She felt guilty and was willing to help him in the same way as last time.

"Master also said that my current innate spiritual power is too abundant, but only three hidden veins have been opened. I can't tolerate too much, so I need to let it go."

When Chen Yan heard this, he became jealous: "No way? You have already opened three hidden veins? I just opened one, and I haven't sensed the second one yet!"

You know, there are only seven hidden veins in the whole body.

How many days has Wang Hongluan been practicing martial arts?

It's actually nearly half full.

This martial arts talent is simply amazing.

"Contrary to what you think, my three hidden veins are naturally open." Wang Hongluan said.

Chen Yan opened his mouth even wider, and then asked: "When you say venting, how do you mean venting? Could it be..."

He leaned over and whispered something into his wife's ear.

Wang Hongluan pushed him away forcefully: "What are you thinking about? That... definitely won't work."

"Then how does it work?"

"Master said, you have a way, it's up to you!"

"Oh——, then I understand, but you have to kiss me first."

The person in the coffin told Wang Hongluan in a dream that Chen Yan should use the Suction Technique of the Evil King's Nei Jing to absorb part of the excess innate spiritual energy in her body.

Wang Hongluan was stunned for a moment. Although she knew that this guy must be lying to her, she did not expose his trick. Instead, she smiled, gently pushed him down, lifted up her skirt, and leaned over to kiss him on the mouth. Go up.

Oh, it turns out that this is the difference between a queen and a royal sister!

Chen Yan's heart trembled.

He immediately reached out to meet his wife's tsundere.

A full hour passed.

Chen Yan finally realized the power of the innate spiritual body. What was in Wang Hongluan's body was not the innate true energy, but the innate spiritual energy. It was a higher level existence than the little spiritual energy in Chen Yan's body.

He sucked carefully and slowly.

Even though he only took a little bit of Wang Hongluan's overflowing juice, it was still much stronger than what he had in his own body.

It was almost twelve o'clock.

Yue Linglong has arrived.

Chen Yan had called her before. So many people suddenly died at Jiangzhou Nighthawk Hall, so Yue Linglong must rush over.

"Where's Chen Yan?"

Yue Linglong's face was quite ugly. She only saw Lin Yuchen and not Chen Yan.

Lin Yuchen had met Yue Linglong several times and was not surprised when he knew her identity.

only--

"he……"

Lin Yuchen was just about to make up a good excuse when she saw Chen Yan and Wang Hongluan walking out of the car. Their faces were glowing, as if they were nourishing each other.

Yue Linglong also doubted whether the two were doing bad things in the car, and felt a little uncomfortable.

So many of my own people died, and they were actually in the car...

Just as he was about to have an attack, Chen Yan waved to her: "Linglong, you came just in time. I figured out something when I was just treating my wife's injuries!"

Lin Yuchen pursed her lips.

How could Hong Luan be injured when he came? A man's mouth is such a liar.

"What's the truth?" Yue Linglong believed it all of a sudden.

"We must strengthen ourselves!" Chen Yan said seriously.

"..."

Chen Yan sighed: "My cousins ​​from Jiangzhou Nighthawk sacrificed their lives for the country. I express my regret and blame myself. They are all good sons of the country, but they all died at the hands of the Japanese... I am going to personally spend [-] million , bury eighteen brothers with dignity, and I want to make a suggestion to you."

Yue Linglong was shocked. The hall master was so generous. He actually waved out [-] million with just a wave of his hand.

This is the funding for Nighthawk Hall for half a year.

Yue Linglong said: "Master, is it... too much? Our normal pension is only 20 per person, and most of it will be donated back to Nighthawk Hall."

Chen Yan felt even more guilty when he saw her expression.

People in Nighthawk Hall are basically orphans with no relatives, so after death, the pension will naturally have nowhere to go.

"Hey, Linglong, isn't the treatment we receive at Nighthawk Hall too bad?"

"Other killers live a life of extravagance and wealth. Our hall is full of ideal and ambitious killers. Why are they living in such misery? I heard that there are people who deliver food to earn living expenses. This is really different from the three in Nighthawk Hall. The words don’t match.”

Regarding this, Yue Linglong looked embarrassed.

"Because we don't accept random killing orders."

"The Wumen League used to give us subsidies, but then they became less and less, and now they've stopped... We don't have any business acumen."

Chen Yan patted his forehead: "You have been occupying the Jiangzhou Martial League for some time. How much money have you made?"

Yue Linglong looked at her toes and stretched out two fingers.

"Two hundred million?"

Yue Linglong shook her head.

"2000 million?"

She shook her head again.

"No way, only 200 million? The previous Jiangzhou Martial Arts League was making money every day!"

Yue Linglong lowered her head even further, almost stuffing it into her collar, and whispered: "We lost 200 million."

"What? What are you kidding?"

Yue Linglong said: "There are still some people from Jiangzhou Martial League who stayed and took charge of daily work. Their salary is a large expense..."

Chen Yan patted her shoulder: "It seems that I didn't think carefully about forcing you to control the Jiangnan Martial Arts League. Business matters still need to be managed by professionals! Let me solve this!"

Hearing what Chen Yan said, Yue Linglong breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

Chen Yan then told her his thoughts.

Yue Linglong was a little confused after hearing this: "Join Long Ya?"

"Yes! Now we, Longya, are seriously short of people, and joining Longya can extend the lifeline of Nighthawk Hall. We will not worry about salary, have a positive identity, and have strong benefits. I am going to provide Longya with elixirs and set up a A specialized training institution where everyone has the opportunity to learn stronger martial arts.”

Yue Linglong was overjoyed when she heard this. She suddenly hugged Chen Yan and gave him a kiss: "You are the hall master, you make the decision. I thank you on behalf of everyone in Nighthawk Hall."

Not far away, Wang Hongluan and Lin Yuchen frowned wildly when they saw Yue Linglong throwing herself into her arms.

"Yuchen, you have to be careful with this little green tea!"

"Well, the more harmless you are, the more scheming you are."

"What's your idea?"

Lin Yuchen looked at her pretty red lips: "If you work harder, he won't have any extra energy."