Chapter nine hundred and sixty second farmland old cow Siyuan
After one night of hard work.
It wasn't until three days of the day that the Yuan Yuan finally stopped.
Looking at the black and white sisters lying on the grass, and the three stunning beauty of the prison swordsman, he showed a peaceful and peaceful expression like a sage.
It's like watching the Hongchen Phase, not being happy with things, and not being sad.
"You three you can wear all the clothes."
"After coming out for a whole night, we should go back."
一 姒 姒 sitting on a nearby stone, looks like a sage.
On the grass beside him, the prison swords lady waved on a bright red slim -fitting dress long skirt to cover the charming and boundless devil.
She took the initiative to stand up from the ground, as if there was nothing, with a faint smile on her face.
A natural flashes, proficient in the inside of the host's arms.
Then he stretched out a white finger with a white jade, gently stroking the cheeks of Yuan Yuan, and suddenly smiled and spoke.
"It turned out to be a woman, so comfortable and refreshing."
"I like the feeling of last night."
"No wonder the main palaces in your house, the concubines and the servants and maids. When you sleep with your owner, you will show that complicated expression."
Speaking in my mouth, the tender fingers of the prison sword -lady slid on the Jianshuo chest of Yuan Yuan.
The strong and hard muscle block, high bulging, like pouring fine steel juice, reached out and touched it, a hard state.
There is a beautiful muscle beauty.
That huge size can make many women shame ashamed.
"Don't touch it anymore, it is still in the wild, and the sky is already on." 姒 Yuan Yuan reached out and grabbed the white and tender hands of the prison swordsman, so as not to let her continue to stir herself.
Look down at two of the black and white sisters.
When they saw their sisters, they were slightly blushing their cheeks, wearing their own clothes, quickly stood up from the grass, and held hands with each other subconsciously.
At the two feet of their sisters, there is a tender grass that is completely overwhelmed to the ground.
It looks like a long time.
"Come to control the prison sword, we flew back at low altitude in the woods." 姒 Yuan Yuan reached out and gently patted the prison sword sword -lady, and instructed the instructions: "Remember, don't fly too high.
"
"It's too conspicuous during the day."
"Last night, the Yinyang family, Donghuang Taiyi must have a sense of response.
"During this time, let's have a low key first, so you need to attract the attention of the yin and yang family."
"Okay, owner!" The prison swordsman stood up from his arms, waved his right hand to summon a large and heavy giant sword.
The giant sword is suspended in the air, and the static still moves.
The size is slightly enlarged to about one foot.
Seeing that the swordsman of the prison had been prepared, the Yuan Yuan stepped up first, sat down, the black and white sisters followed, standing quietly behind him.
In front of the body, there is the soft temptation of the prison sword mother.
I watched Xun Yuan and imagined.
"Standing, I am going to set off." The prison swordsman greeted, and then took the initiative to control the prison sword underneath and flew quickly.
Flying on the grass at low altitude, flying to the south.
"Well ...!"
, 姒 姒 姒 gently, throwing it behind him.
A fireball was quickly scratched through the sky, landing in a few places where they stayed before, ignited it and burned into a pile of ashes.
Burn the remaining traces and clues, all the fire.
Nympho
Nympho
Take some time and return to the house again.
Wu Yuan took some things with the black and white sisters, and then walked towards Yixian Temple. Behind himself, Bai Xue, a personal maid, naturally took the initiative to follow.
Always keep silent and well -behaved.
Throughout the many pavilions, they entered the inside of Duanmu Rong's palace doctor.
"See the head of the main hall!"
"Slave has seen Master!"
"Hmm!" 颔 ““ “slightly, swept through, determined where Duan Murong was at this moment, and immediately took the initiative to walk towards the outside of the side of the side of the inside of the doctor.
Entering it, I saw Duan Murong holding a herbal medicine and dealt with it carefully.
Hearing the sound of the door, she turned around.
Suddenly a gentle smile showed.
"You're here!"
"Rong'er, I'm here." Xun Yuan came to the closer, reached out and grabbed Duan Murong's fair hands, took off the herbs in her hand, and put it on the table aside.
Instruct the maid to deal with it. "
"No need to do everything in person."
"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it." Duanmu Rong shook his head gently, smelling the obvious fragrance of the residual in his body, she instinctively judged that it was the girl's body fragrance.
And more than one person.
She didn't say anything, and didn't care much. There were too many beautiful women in the house.
Wife and concubine are in groups, the maids are everywhere, each of them is gorgeous, beautiful, different in appearance, and different temperament. For a pioneer of power, it is normal.
Even the most poor people's families have more than one wife and concubine.
Which man really dares to marry only one woman, so he is waiting for squatting, because he violates the provisions of national laws and does not contribute to the increase in population.
In this war, especially the farming war of the cold weapon.
Which country has a large population, which means which country is strong, has higher development potential, and has more different labor.
And for hundreds of years of war, a large number of men died.
There are too many women left.
Therefore, there are different regulations in the laws of the Central Plains countries. Each man must marry a wife and nap, and there is no allowance to have only one woman.
Regardless of its status.
From the king, to the people, you must follow the law to open the harem.
Make your own contribution to breeding and expanding the population.
Nympho
Nympho
Silent memories.
Duanmu Rong looked up at the Yuan Yuan, recalled the memories of the scene, with a faint warm smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Just come back, I can rest assured."
The attachment to his husband's arms was warm for a while.
She slightly sideways her head and looked at the young and beautiful girls behind her. One of them was his most trusted personal maid Bai Xue. She recognized the other party.
Even very familiar.
As for the other two appearances, the twin beautiful girls with almost the same figure, Duanmu Rong carefully identified the memories, but after all, they did not know who they were.
A pair of dark purple eyes looked back at Xiang Fu Jun Yuan Yuan, with curiosity and doubts.
"Two their sisters are the newly collected under the strong subordinate of the husband." 姒 Yuan turned around and introduced Duan Murong to Duan Murong: "Before, their sisters were the young man's life of the Yinyang family."
"Now both fake death."
"Since then, it belongs to the Siushan Hall inside Liu Ji Hall."