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A man has gold under his knees, but I don't have gold, I only have knees. ... Yahweh.

"Without my brother-in-law, there would be no me. These two knees, I will definitely get them back in the future!" Ye Hua gritted his teeth, lifted his soft armor tragically, and with a "plop", he knelt on the cold ground and crawled with his head raised. To that humiliated crotch.

Fan Moya lifted his feet, put his toes against Ye Hehua's head, and said with his thin lips: "Your brother-in-law is mine, as long as you say 'the person who is most worthy of my brother-in-law in the world is Lord Shengzi', I can do it." Forgive you for drilling my crotch."

"Dreaming! My brother-in-law will always be my sister Bei Hanjing's man. If you drill your hips, you will drill your hips. Don't talk nonsense." Ye Hehua spat on Fan Moya's face, and saw the son of Heilian as he wished, and his hypocritical mask was broken into scum. .

"Uh... let go..." Ye Hehua was suddenly strangled by the face-changing Fan Moya, and his feet were slowly lifted off the ground.

Ye Hehua was gradually blocked from the air by the tightening iron hand on his neck, and the veins bulged on his forehead due to lack of oxygen. He kept slapping Fan Moya's wrist in an attempt to break free.

"Yehehua, today I will teach you what will happen if you offend me. Didn't you say that Han Qing belongs to your imperial sister?

I want you to see with your own eyes how your beloved brother-in-law tactfully groans under me. "

Fan Moya's handsome face was extremely evil, and his tone of voice occupied an absolute high ground, carrying a natural superiority, every single word made Ye Hehua's complexion turn pale.

While talking, Fan Moya's eyes changed from pure silver pupils to scarlet demon pupils, as if an evil god descended.

Fan Moya stretched out his fingers, and quickly sealed the acupoints on Ye Hehua's body, a series of white afterimages quickly appeared.

Then, Yahweh, who could not speak or move, was ruthlessly thrown on the ground like a chicken, successfully stirring up dust all over the place.

The lines of Fan Moya's side face are majestic and neat, as if carefully carved with a ruler, like a perfect cold statue, but without any popularity, it makes people feel frightened.

His scarlet pupils looked at Han Qing who was unconscious on the bed, his thin lips curled up viciously, and he opened his palms, and Han Qing who was lying still was quickly sucked into his arms by his inexplicable strange force.

Fan Moya held Han Qing in his arms with absolute control from behind.

Han Qing's sleepy eyes are quiet, her long eyelashes are curled up, casting delicate shadows under her eyelids, like a fragile and beautiful porcelain doll.

Han Qing lowered his proud head and hung his limbs, lifeless like a soulless marionette in Fan Moya's hands. Seeing this scene, Ye Hehua felt a "thump" in his heart, feeling something bad in his heart.

"Ah Qing, wake up!" Fan Moya leaned close to Han Qing's ear, his deep and magnetic voice strongly invaded his brainwaves in the enclosed space.

Then, with a command, Han Qing suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at Ye Hehua.

Ye Hehua was startled, his heart trembled violently, and cold sweat dripped down his temples.

"Ah Qing, tell this kid, who is your true love?" Fan Moya leaned his chin on Han Qing's shoulder, tilted his head sharply and looked at the flustered Ye Hehua, pointing at the ground Ye Hehua, evoking a cold and heartless expression. corner of his lips, asked proudly.

"Ah Qing, of course I love Ya very much." Han Qing declared with empty black eyes and opened her mouth without emotion.

Fan Moya pulled the armchair beside him and sat down, coaxing him to say, "Ah Qing, sit down and tell that kid how you love me."

Han Qing seemed to be a different person. With a turn of his pure black eyes, his stiff limbs suddenly became soft, seductive and soft, covering his handsome face at an incredible speed.

Han Qing came alive like a coquettish and entangled demon snake, and took the initiative to stick to Fan Moya, sticking out Lilac's tongue, kissing her with a hot and humid snake kiss.

The two red tongues intertwined, sucked each other, and pulled out a crystal silk thread. Ye Hehua's face was red, his ears were red, his heart was itchy, and he wanted to find a hole to hide in.

"Hahaha..." Fan Moya glanced at the stunned Ye Hehua with his scarlet eyes, and smiled ambiguously.

Oh my god, he couldn't believe it, the mighty and cool brother-in-law had turned into a tortured goblin to please the black-hearted Son!

Fan Moya's sorcery, if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can't believe it, it's really terrifying.

This is not a mortal thing, it is from hell...

"The good show has just begun." As soon as Fan Moya's malicious words fell, Ye Hehua began to struggle violently, wanting to break through the invisible shackles and stop him from blaspheming Han Qing.

But under the forced oppression of his acupoints, he couldn't move at all, and couldn't save his family.

Fan Moya presumptuously possessed every inch of Han Qing's skin, and the two embraced on the chair, kissing endlessly, making people blush and heartbeat.

Ye Hehua wanted to tell Han Qing to wake up quickly and stop being played by Fan Moya, but the only thing coming out of his voice was a hoarse and anxious gasp.

Ye Hehua resented himself for offending Fan Moya and causing Han Qing to suffer. If he had known that Fan Moya wanted him to say anything, he would follow him.

The time passed by every second and every minute, and the * in the ears continued intermittently, and Jehovah lowered his eyes silently, with humiliating hatred flowing in his eyes.

Fan Moya taught him cruelly, what is the dark reality, if you are in this world, unable to protect yourself, you can only let others slaughter you wantonly.

In front of Ye Hehua's little brother, Fan Moya shamelessly toyed with Han Qing, thoroughly demonstrating what arrogance is!

Under Han Qing's enthusiastic service, Fan Moya briskly lifted his pants, approached the depressed Ye Hehua with his long legs, and kicked him down violently.

He was condescending, staring at the ants with pity, showing white and neat teeth, raised his feet to crush his face, and kindly taught: "Boy, don't make me angry."

Ye Hehua stared at him with black eyes, shooting out a strong killing intent, Fan Moya clicked his tongue twice, and unceremoniously crushed his face under the soles of his feet, that's all, he didn't forget to spit and smear it.

Fan Moya adjusted his clothes, and before leaving, he did not forget to lift Han Qing's chin, and gave a perfect farewell kiss.

He intentionally left Han Qing who was lost in the ocean of lust, and left refreshed and happy.

The acupuncture points on Ye Hehua's body were untied after Fan Moya left, and he quickly ran to Han Qing, who was lying on the chair with disheveled clothes and limp into mud.

Ye Hehua fastened his messy clothes in a panic, and hugged Han Qing, who was fascinated and wandering, tightly. Seeing the reminiscing expression on his handsome face, he felt a slap on the face.

He seemed to hear Fan Moya's triumphant laughter resounding in his ears.

"Hehehe..." Han Qing caressed herself forgetfully, her eyes were still half-closed intoxicated, and her bright red lips smiled foolishly.

"Brother-in-law, don't do this!" Ye Hua said helplessly and painfully while leaning on his chest, grabbing his self-defeating wrist.

His admirable and powerful brother-in-law is not like this!

Damn Fan Moya, sooner or later I will personally chop off your head and kick it as a ball, and drive the hateful Heilian Sect out of Beihan.

For the first time, in the eyes of Yahova's herbivores, the fierce eyes of carnivores appeared, which was a kind of strong blood of a man.

Ye Hehua was about to re-dress Han Qing, but Han Qing suddenly pulled him into his arms, the two of them pressed close to each other ambiguously, and kissed passionately.

"Three kings... son..." The crowd watched in amazement that the innocent Ye Hehua and the soldiers drove boldly in the tent, and stood at the entrance of the tent for a while.

Bei Hanjing's eyes were burning with anger, and she could shoot thousands of sharp arrows. Naturally, she recognized the masked soldier as her husband.

Ye Hehua pushed away the unaware Han Qing, and hurriedly covered his face and shouted: "Sister Wang, it's not what you think!"

Bei Hanjing took off the two axes on her back with a blank face, rubbed the axes and approached, narrowed her eyes and smiled kindly and said: "You bastard, the person who touches me has grown courage."

The conscience of heaven and earth can be learned from the sky, the bad guy is someone else, how innocent he is.

For a while, rumors spread in the army, Bei Hanjing forgot her old love Han Qing, and fell in love with the new soldier, only to see her brother-in-law and the soldier driving in the camp, and a green grassland grew out of the red fruit field on her head.

This episode passed in a flash during the battle between the two armies. Three days later, Mu Yun's army retreated in embarrassment because they went deep into the enemy's territory and their food and grass were burned.

Beihan's entire army held wine to celebrate. Beihanjian led the army, under the people's wine and flowers, returned to the country with infinite scenery, and accepted the emperor's conferment.

Yahweh was even supported on his feet and paraded in the street, with his mouth open and happy to accept the enthusiastic support of the people like a fool.

Han Qing was driving the red horse, holding Bei Hanjing in his arms openly, seeing the carnival scene, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he followed the team leisurely.

The people were surprised to see their princess being embraced forcefully by a soldier with an unfamiliar appearance. They couldn't help whispering and discussing.

Han Qing caught a glimpse of that kid Yehehua, who was so excitedly carried away, rolled his eyes with a twisted mouth, and muttered, "This time, that kid is getting better."

"Hehe, beauty, you are the real hero." Bei Hanjing grasped the back of his hand holding the rein, turned her head and smiled in the sunlight, her eyes were full of admiration.

"The good show has just begun. What should be mine is mine. No one who should run can run away." Han Qing was greatly satisfied physically and mentally. Bei Hanjian had a weird smile on his thin lips.

Beihan Jian suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing through the spine, touched his back strangely, and sensitively looked left and right for the icy cold sight that disappeared in the crowd.

"Yeah, a new hunt has just begun. Fan Moya, you should pay the price for your arrogance." In Bei Hanjing's deep eyes, there was a trace of enthusiasm before the war.

The trombone pierced through the sky, and the flags of the Conferment Stage fluttered violently. Fan Moya, dressed in a black toga, stood on the white jade railing in front of the altar, watching the carriages slowly approaching the long street, with a dark desire for power floating in his silver eyes.

In Beihan, he is the sky, he is the truth, he is the supreme god, and no one can shake him.

The king is just a puppet in his hands.

Only the most beautiful person in the world can be worthy of him, and can sit with him in this supreme position.

When Fan Moya saw Han Qing, who was riding with Bei Hanjing, his silver pupils shrank, and he was very jealous, his veins bulged out of his hand holding the white jade railing.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, a distant dark cloud unknowingly appears in the clear sky, and an invisible storm is secretly brewing in Beihan.