Martial arts leader and demon leader

The leader's family is not as rich as the enemy's country, but it is definitely not poor, so the life he lives can be described in one word: trench.

To what extent.

The degree to which the luminous pearl can be used as a lamp.

Although you have money, you can't waste it. His father once taught him:

Although money is something outside the body, but money is useful, if you can save it, you can save it. In the morning, there are at least several kinds of breakfast, not just buns!

Could it be that because of the confrontation with the Wulin League, the Demon Cult has become so poor! !

It's okay, no matter what the Xianggong's family is like, he will stay well!

The leader and the left and right guardians saw that the leader's face became like a dyeing vat, and the last small face became firm again.

"Master, I won't despise you!"

The leader who is not disliked "..."

The left and right protectors who heard this sentence "..."

The leader laughed softly, and stuffed a bun into the leader's mouth, "You can feed ten of my devil's sect, so eat your bun!"

"Well!"

"Good time!"

Aunt Wang is best at steamed stuffed buns, with all kinds of fillings, four plates of steamed stuffed buns with more than a dozen fillings, and the best one is dried tofu!

The left and right protectors were frightened by Mu Yang's tendency to hide his ears and eat buns.

Of course, no one ate the steamed stuffed bun. Mu Yang killed three plates of steamed stuffed bun and two bowls of soy milk by himself!

The remaining plate was half-eaten by the elegant leader. The leader wiped his hands and took away the belching leader in a blissful way. The left and right guards looked at the plate, no, half of the buns floated to the kitchen.

The leader brought the leader to the martial arts training ground, and asked the leader to choose a weapon with a calm face.

The leader chose a sword, the Potianjianjue is the unique skill of the leader's family, the leader dances the sword very smoothly, the sword pointed at the leader: "Handsome is not handsome, handsome is not handsome."

The leader felt a little itchy when he pointed it out, and pulled out a gun, motioning for the leader to come and compete with him.

Swords and guns collided, a fierce fight.

The leader's face was covered with sweat, and he looked excitedly at the leader who was subdued by him.

The leader also had a faint smile, which radiated from the inside out.

The beauty wins people's hearts with one smile, and wins people's city with two smiles.

The leader wished he could tell the leader how much he liked him, the leader let go of the leader quickly, stuck his head into the leader's arms, smelled the leader's smell, and muttered "I really want to lock you up"