Chapter 87 The God of Momen Kills! (Please order first!)

Far above the Baihe River among the blue clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

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

Zhang Ji lay tiredly on the Luo bed, not wanting to move at all.

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

He looked at the graceful figure. Mrs. Hu, with rosy cheeks, was not lying next to Zhang Ji at this moment. Instead, she changed into a clean lake blue bellyband. The tight lake blue bellyband just covered her body.

Despite her exquisite and graceful body, the thought-provoking outline under her bellyband gave Zhang Ji the idea of ​​getting off his horse again.

"hiss."

Just as Zhang Ji was about to get up, he lay back on the bed because of the soreness in his waist. He had no choice but to give up this brave idea.

The soaked lake blue sheets, the Wanren Mountain covered with red marks, and the Qiang flute buried in the willows invaded the Yumen Pass nine times to resist foreign enemies.

But afterwards, Mrs. Hu breathed heavily and rested for a while before getting out of bed. She changed the soaked sheets and put on a clean bellyband before lying back down again. This made Zhang Ji feel some pain in his back.

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

Zhang Ji teased and hugged Madam Hu tighter, but Madam Hu rolled her eyes.

"They are assassins sent by some nobles. Who asked me to interfere with their interests?" Sensing the worry and uneasiness of the beauty in his arms, Zhang Ji gently patted the back of Mrs. Hu's hand, "It doesn't matter, there are Mohists and Luowang sects.

The masters who came here are guarding my house. I just don’t want to see blood tonight and I miss you so I left the house.”

Mrs. Hu stretched out her slender hand, smoothed Zhang Ji's frown, and comforted her little lover.

The sage's time and the deep love coming from Madam Hu's starry eyes made Zhang Ji completely relax.

But now, the Mohist family is divided into three parts, Qi Mo has put down his force, and Qin Mo is devoted to studying the art of mechanism. Although Chu Mo has abundant martial arts, he has participated in non-offensive wars in recent years and suffered heavy losses. Even if the Mohist general hospital can draw from the three Mohist sects,

Each team selected a group of elites, but only 1,100 Mohist god-killing swordsmen were trained.

Wearing a black and white gown, red forehead, and a ghost mask covering his face.

Mrs. Hu and Hu Meiren are indeed sisters. Neither of them knows martial arts, but their bodies are so strong that even he, who is in the first-class realm, cannot bear it.

However, the facts are somewhat different from Mrs. Hu's conjecture.

The God of Momen kills, the sword rises in the storm, the sword falls and the ghosts and gods weep.

A graceful figure was lying on Zhang Ji's bed, her white jade hand resting on her smooth and smooth chin.

Anyone who knows something about the Mohist family knows who the people in front of them are.

The eight foreign commanders of the Mohist clan stationed in the Seven Kingdoms and the weak Wei Kingdom were each allocated one hundred Mohist god-killing swordsmen. The Mohist clan's general academy only had 300 free Mohist god-killing swordsmen.

The peerless appearance and stunning figure shocked these diners. Even though they had seen countless beauties in pink and pink in the mansion of the noble Lord, they couldn't help but be shaken by Yan Lingji for a moment.

"retreat!"

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.

In the past, although Mozi had died several years ago, the Mohist family at that time was still united and enjoying the legacy left by Mozi, and was full of martial virtue.

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

Mrs. Hu nodded confusedly. She was the kind of person who never left the house except when she and her sister went to the theater to watch a play. She was not interested in most things outside.

But in order to protect Zhang Ji, Six Finger Black Man sent a hundred Mohist god-killing swordsmen to protect Zhang Ji, which shows how much he values ​​Zhang Ji.

"Zhang Lang is already very powerful, but I have been too lonely these years."

What's more, she didn't lie. It was true that she asked for too much.

The Mohist god kills the swordsman!

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

With the guards of Luo Wang, a killer organization whose hands are stained with countless blood, and the Mohist swordsmen who are famous for their loyalty, chivalry and protection, it seems that no one can hurt his little lover under their guard.

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 method and dared to lead the swordsman to assassinate Qin Xiaogong and Shang Yang directly, forcing Qin Xiaogong not to do so.

This matter will only be considered exposed if you don't go to the Mohist General Court in person to explain Qin's law.

Zhang Ji is a very strange man. He invented papermaking and printing. It is said that he has a close relationship with the world's most prominent scholars such as Mohism and Confucianism. He can also get along with a sinister villain like Liu Yi. He is obviously an all-rounder.

A mature man will show his immature side in front of her, like a childish child, and he will show a resentful expression because he lost to him in this kind of thing.

A man's mouth is a liar.

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 and accompany the pretty woman who might become his wife first, and then come to find her.

Even at the peak of the Mohist family, Mo Zhai, the founder of the Mohist family, gathered around 100,000 rangers with superb swordsmanship, and could only train 3,000 Mohist god-killing swordsmen.

Zhang Ji's Mansion

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

Yan Lingji wears a set of gorgeous armor that is bright and bright, like burning flames. Her lower body is wearing a long black skirt with high slits, and her feet are wrapped in a pair of black boots for easy movement. The pair of slender legs wrapped in black boots

The jade legs swayed slightly.

Of course, this is also because Mrs. Hu and Hu Meiren are as old as tigers. In addition, they both poured out all their loneliness in the past sixteen years on Zhang Ji.

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

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

Mrs. Hu chuckled and lay down, leaning her head on his arm, pressing her delicate body tightly against Zhang Ji's body, enjoying the smoothness of the lake blue satin and the frosted lake blue silk fabric on her legs.

The feeling comes together.

She has perfectly integrated into the identity of Zhang Ji's wife and concubine, and as a good wife and mother, she tries her best to make her husband feel happy, both physically and psychologically.

Zhang Ji's words startled Mrs. Hu. Mrs. Hu quickly held Zhang Ji's hand and asked in surprise: "Are they still the same group of giant bandits last time?"

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

"Speaking of which, why did Zhang Lang suddenly come to my place tonight?"

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

"Because I miss Madam."

"Well, besides that, my room will be filled with blood tonight, and I don't want to sleep with the smell of blood in the room."

But how could it be so easy to retreat in front of the Mohist god-killing swordsman?

What's more, at this moment, there is a resentful woman looking at these diners with cold eyes.

A fiery snake made of flames leaped in the room, swallowed the snake's message, opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the group of diners!

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