Natsujin Kurita let out a "Uh" sound, pursed her lips tightly, and her whole body immediately tensed up. She let out a soft breath, but she still didn't dare to open her eyes. Until she noticed that her body seemed to be suppressed by something, and she knew When the time finally arrived, she opened her eyes in a daze, and Huang Buer was already on her body, giving her a comforting smile.
"Don't be afraid."
Huang Buer comforted him softly, but he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding. With a little force of his hands, he spread Natsujin Kurita's legs a few inches, and the sparse black shadow was already wet. Huang Buer calmed down and moved his lower body towards Go up to the front.
"Uh!" Natsujin Kurita was panicked and embarrassed when she saw a man for the first time. She didn't know how to deal with it. Seeing Huang Fuji slowly thrust forward towards her, he couldn't help but be afraid. Huang Fuji kissed her and held her down. The delicate body that was stirred by stimulation moved inwards bit by bit.
As Huang Fuji went deeper, Natsujin Kurita's expression became even more confused.
"ah."
The two were tightly bound together. Huang Fuji took a breath, and saw an innocent look in Natsujin Kurita's hazy eyes, while he let out a weak gasp: "It hurts."
Huang Buer nodded, "It'll be fine soon." Then he started to twitch slowly. At first, Xiajin and Kurita managed to suppress his voice, but slowly, the pleasure seemed to surge through his body, and he could no longer care about the last moment. Huang Lang, a conceited and arrogant man, stopped when he came to the small nanmu structure building.
A distance of three meters.
Because Huang Buer has a kind of mental mysophobia, people of the same sex must be within three meters of each other. Otherwise, he will crush them to death like an ant.
Huang Buer is the only one in the family who is Huang Xin. He is a genius in martial arts, but he is also a complete lunatic.
There is always a thin line between genius and madman. His mad behavior led to him being hunted down by many top masters in the ninjutsu world when he was twenty years old. The person who chased him at that time was the master of the Itto style, but the final result was Huang Fuji relied on his strong strength to break out from the masters.
There was only one reason why he was hunted down by so many people.
Stealing people, stealing women, this is a very strange quirk. If you can't steal, you will go back to the overlord and force yourself to do it.
Huang Lang is not afraid of Huang Buer's abnormal strength because he is a smart man.
The reason why Huang Xin named Huang Buer tonight was for one purpose, and that was to determine whether Huang Buer could become the next patriarch of the Huang family.
"Buer, the master of the house calls you." Huang Lang's voice slowly and deeply entered the room.
Huang Buer's ferocious dick under ### was shuttling back and forth in the woman's secret cave. When he heard this sentence, his body stopped moving, while the woman looked shy and was attracted by this. She was filled with gratitude and happiness with the man she rescued in the nightclub underneath her. It was the best ending for her to commit herself to him.
Huang Buer lowered his head and kissed the woman's red lips, saying: "Keep it moist down there, I'll be right back."
The woman smiled, her face flushed and full of allure.
Even though Huang Buer was angry that his good deeds were interrupted, he still went when Huang Xin called him.
Huang Buer put on his clothes and immediately transformed into a handsome young man. He looked in the mirror and saw a handsome and masculine face in the mirror.
When he walked out of the house, Huang Buer closed the door and did not look at Huang Lang after that. He seemed to treat him as nothing because he had such strong strength.
A hint of murderous intent flashed at the corner of Huang Lang's mouth, but Huang Buer didn't notice it.
"Master." Huang Buer's arrogant personality completely faded away when he saw Huang Xin, and he stood in front of her respectfully.
"Go kill him. You will be the next head of the family." Huang Xin said calmly, as if he was talking about something trivial, ignoring Huang Lang's flash of "sorrow". Her wrist had always been vigorous and resolute.
Huang Buer turned around and glanced at Meng Xiaoan. He was a young man with a somewhat thin body, but he didn't have any contempt at all. How could the head of the family ask him to kill someone, at least he was a master of a sect.
And obviously this young man has reached the level of a master.
Which school is he from?
"Is this this guy?" A cynical and indifferent smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "He seems to be a master. Aren't you afraid that I will slap you in the face?"
"That's not a small tone. Today's young people are so anxious to see God. I can't tell that you are from China. It's interesting. A fierce dragon crossing the river?" Huang Bu'er chuckled. Perhaps subconsciously, he was interested in this so-called fierceness.
There is always a bit of disdain for the masters of Long Guojiang. Meng Xiaoan can only be regarded as a master, but only a master.
"Damn it, right? I'll just turn into Erdan."
The dagger in Meng Xiaoan's hand hit his head, and Huang Buer dodged with a chuckle.
A white arc was cut from vertical to horizontal, so fast! Huang Buer was startled in his heart and restrained the slight contempt that had just surfaced, and leaned back. Dodging this sharp knife, his body spun behind Meng Xiaoan like a top,
Attack with one punch. Extremely domineering.
Meng Xiaoan held the handle of the dagger in one hand and struck with the other hand, blocking Huang Buerdi's punch.
Huang Buer neither punched nor pursued, and sneered. "You have some strength, but you will die faster."
The corner of Meng Xiaoan's mouth curled up in a cruel arc. His body suddenly shook, and he kicked the ground with both feet. The splashing soil danced in the air, and he rushed towards Huang Buer. Huang Buer relied on his strong strength to dodge Meng Xiaoan's dagger and brought it up.
One after another Liuhua assassinated.
Without weapons, he no longer gave Meng Xiaoan a chance to swing his sword and bullied himself into close combat. He was extremely powerful in close combat. At this moment, he finally showed the demeanor of the second master of the Huang family. Huang Buer used both fists and kicks.
His research is unparalleled, sometimes cunning and sometimes domineering. The dagger in Meng Xiaoan's hand seems to have become useless. Every punch or kick thrown by Huang Buer is extremely powerful and has avoided the dagger in Meng Xiaoan's hand.
A dagger designed to attack Meng Xiaoan's most lethal part.
scold.
Huang Buer's eagle-clawed hand bit Meng Xiaoan's wrist, his five fingers like iron hooks. Blooddrops splattered all over Meng Xiaoan's arm.
Meng Xiaoan's cold eyes did not change at all, let's fight again!
boom.
Huang Buer suddenly started to play Shaolin Vajra Boxing. The boxing skills were very powerful. It was hard to imagine that an Anwei person would practice Chinese boxing skills so well. He suddenly burst out without warning, and then punched Meng Xiaoan.
The body exploded.
When Huang Lang, who had been watching the battle, saw Meng Xiaoan being blasted out, his eyes twitched. If Meng Xiaoan was killed by Huang Buer, then his plan would be completely in vain. All his efforts would be in vain.
As for Huang Xin, the leader of the family, he looked at the peak battle between the two men in front of him with amused eyes.
Meng Xiaoan, who was blasted far away, had a cold look on his face. He stood up expressionlessly and threw away the delicate dagger.
"Sending you to hell, a dragon crossing the river? You don't have the strength and opportunity." Huang Buer had already attacked her. A set of flowing three-sword fists were so majestic that he actually had the skills to convert the sword skills into fists and kicks.
This skill shows that this person's talent is extremely abnormal. With one press and one bump, Meng Xiaoan was knocked away again.
"You haven't mastered Chinese martial arts yet."
Huang Buer sneered, but his figure never stopped and continued to launch a continuous offensive. The momentum was like breaking a bamboo, destroying everything.
"Really? It seems that you are proficient in all Chinese boxing styles."
A bloody smile appeared at the corner of Meng Xiaoan's mouth, his eyes were cold and empty. A perverted strength erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.
Huang Buyer felt slightly strange.
Meng Xiaoan's shocking return shot not only blocked Huang Buer's terrifying explosive punch, but also sent the second master of the Shangshan family flying sideways. This shows that the strength of this kick is simply outrageous. The advantage is unforgiving.
Meng Xiaoan naturally knows this simple truth and follows him like a shadow. He touches the ground slightly like a dragonfly touches water, and then there is a burst of punches as fast as lightning. He opens his bow left and right, strange and tricky, and water drips between the punches.
If he didn't advance, he was like a ferocious tiger. The careless Huang Buer didn't expect that Meng Xiaoan could suddenly be so strong. Caught off guard, he could only pick and roll in embarrassment. His arms were numb.
The wave of offensives would stop soon. Little did he know that Meng Xiaoan didn't look like a human being who needed to breathe. Every punch must be extremely powerful. Huang Buer was not given a chance to breathe.
Huang Buer roared angrily. Completely irritated, he punched Meng Xiaoan hard. Click. The bones of his hand broke crisply. The other hand seized the opportunity and hit Meng Xiaoan solidly.
On the abdomen, blood oozed from the corner of Meng Xiaoan's mouth in an instant, but a strange and mysterious rebound force bounced from his lower abdomen to his arms. Huang Buer's eyes were in disbelief. The next second, his body was covered by this mysterious force.
The force rebounded out, and his body was not blown away but was grabbed by Meng Xiaoan's wrist. In an instant, Meng Xiaoan struck out with his other hand, Huang Buer's ribs clattered like beads falling on the ground, and his ribs
All of them were broken into pieces by Meng Xiaoan's punch, and each piece was rotten in his chest. Huang Buer raised his head and spat out a mouthful of hot blood.
"You are no match for me in close combat."
A bright ray of light flashed past. Meng Xiaoan's right foot used the force of the ground to knock the dagger on the ground flying upwards, and he raised the knife and dropped it.
Huang Buer's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, filled with despair and fear.
The blade passed by.
Full of arrogance and arrogance.
The light faded away.
A head left the body, spraying blood in the air. Finally, it rolled onto the lake ten meters away, leaving a trail of blood.
Huang Buer was still standing, but his head was ten meters away.
When Huang Buer died, a conspiratorial smile appeared on the corner of Huang Lang's mouth. Meng Xiaoan was indeed as he planned.
His strength is comparable to Huang Xin, maybe.
Huang Xin glanced at Huang Buer with a regretful look. There was no disturbance in his heart, and he was in a peaceful mood, just like a spectator watching this fight between dragon and tiger. The winner of this fight between dragon and tiger is undoubtedly Meng Xiaoan.