In the field of vision, there are two figures in the boudoir of the wife of the Wang family. I do n’t know what to do.

Mo Hui wanted to go in and poured out Hua Langjun, but Murong Caiyun didn't let him go in.

"You are still young, don't look dirty."

Ink painting blinked, I didn't understand it, but I didn't go in obediently.

So Ouyang Feng and Shangguanxu guarded out.

Murong Caiyun and Hua Qian entered the boudoir.

After a short time, a woman's scream came from the room, and then a man with inconsistent clothes was spit out by spells and spirit needles.

The ink painting was still a little curious, so I looked at the window and glanced at the boudoir.

Inside the boudoir, a piece of wolf borrows, and the robes and skirts are scattered to the ground.

A unkempt woman covered her body with a quilt, and she was anxious and shouted:

"Bold!"

"Who are you?"

"Can you break through the Wang family room?"

Hua Langjun was stopped by Ouyang Feng and Shangguan Xu.

Murong Caiyun sneered at the woman: "You are the lady of the family, and the picked flower thief entered the room, but he was still ashamed!"

The woman glared at Murong Caiyun proudly:

"What kind of flower picked thief?"

"You little girl, what do you know? Lang Jun loved me. He said that he went to make up for those women, just for practicing exercises, and never moved true ..."

"And he treats me different, so he is only willing to be happy with me, never pick me up ..."

When the woman said here, she was jealous in her heart, "Those bitch can be supplemented by Lang Jun, it is really cheap ..."

Murong Caiyun only felt anger and itchy, and couldn't speak for a while.

Ink painting was overwhelmed outside, and reminded "goodwill":

"He doesn't make up for you, it may be to raise you as a 'pig', wait for you to repair it as a high point, and then finish it at one time ..."

Mo painting words, but sympathy.

After all, the facts are there, the dog can't change the shit, and it is impossible for the flower picker to use it.

"Pigs, they all have to keep fatter before killing ..."

When the woman heard the words, she broke the defense instantly.

She sipped her blood, her face flushed, her fingers trembled and pointed at ink paintings, "Well, you ..."

As soon as she wanted to yell, she was stabbed into the acupuncture point with a spirit needle, and she passed out.

Although this woman has a foundation for building a foundation, she only knows that she has a lover with her husband, and her strength is so weak.

As for how this woman disposes it, it depends on the Wang family, and the meaning of Daotingji.

When you are in charge, you still have to grab the flower picking thief.

The flower picked thief broke the window, escaped the way, and was stopped by Ouyang Feng and Shang Guanxu outside, and stopped it.

Ouyang Feng's long sword is like a wind, and Shangguan Xu Chongjian is like a mountain.

The two surrounded the flower picked thief, and did not give him a chance to escape.

When I saw it, I saw that the man's appearance was handsome, but his skin tone was gloomy, his face was sloppy, and it seemed that it was "Hua Langjun".

Like most flower pickers, Hualangjun's body is very good, but the Taoist method is sparse.

He played with Ouyang Feng, he fell off the wind, but his whole body was wrapped in pink, his body was like a flower, and he could be treated for a while, and he had no worries of his life.

Soon, the monks of the Wang family gathered together. One or two looked shocked, but the attitude was different.

Someone sneered, watching jokes; someone covered her face and felt embarrassed; someone filled with anger, and anger ...

Many monks in the Wang family came up together to siege, trying to catch Hua Langjun.

But they couldn't do it, and they hindered their feet, but gave Hua Langjun a chance to breathe.

Ink painting was a little angry at the beginning, but when he saw the monk Wang family, he dodged his eyes and seemed to be in a ghost.

Grasp Hua Langjun, this matter is real, the face of the Wang family will not be guaranteed.

The family and the lady raised the flower thief, this is a scandal of the sky.

The Wang family will be reduced to the laughing stock of the entire Luanshan City.

The best case was that the Wang family grabbed Hualangjun, then killed directly, destroyed the corpse, and claimed that there was no such thing.

Secondly, it is to let Hua Langjun go, and it is not possible to catch rape. This can be just a "rumor".

The worst case was that Hua Langjun fell into the hands of himself and his brother and sister, and was detained to Daoting Division.

That's the fact that the iron of the Wang family must be shameful.

So they shot, preferred to catch Hua Langjun.

In the absence of Hua Langjun, you can't let Hua Langjun fall in the hands of his own disciples ...

Ink painting understands, smiled slightly, but did not shoot, but sat while watching the show.

And the actions of Monk Wang family did not expect from ink painting.

When they knew their Wang family and could not catch Hua Langjun, they began to deliberately stumbling, blocking Ouyang Feng and Shangguanxu.

Ouyang Feng and Shang Guanxu also wanted to understand this. Suddenly, they were a little angry, and they did not distinguish it.

Since the monk Wang family pretends to help, the matter is obstructing them, they pretend to be "lost" and cut the king's monk a few swords.

The Wang family was guilty of guilty, and did not dare to say.

But in this way, it is cheaper to Hua Langjun. The more chaotic, the easier it is to get away. After a few times, he has a few feet away from Ouyang Feng.

This distance is enough to get away.

Ouyang Feng was angry, his spiritual power was stunned, and his sword was qi, so he wanted to do it.

I heard a slight shout in my ear, "Brother Feng ..."

Ou Yangfeng looked at it, and turned to look at it, but saw that ink painting was on the side of his sleeves, his expression was calm, and he looked at him.

Ouyang Feng understood that he had closed, and Shang Guanxu also put away the sword.

Everyone watched Hua Langjun through the wall from the backyard, broke the formation, and fled to the wall outside the Wang family.

Along the way, the sound of people was so loud that the chickens flew.

Throughout the Wang family, the shadow was noisy, and it became a pot of porridge.

Hua Langjun escaped.

Ink painting was full of lively, nodded, and got up with Murong Caiyun several people, chased from Wang's house together.

Hua Langjun's body is very good, but in the eyes of ink painting, it is just a fun.

When Hua Langjun showed his body, when he was dealing with the crowd, ink paintings locked him with the consciousness of the gods.

He couldn't escape the palm of the ink painting at all.

Even if you escape, there is still a lot of money in ink painting, and he can always find his cause and effect.

It can be said that since he appeared in front of his eyes, he was already a "cooked duck", and he couldn't fly.

Several people of Murong Caiyun left the Wang family, got rid of the monk Wang's family, and then under the road of ink painting, but the half -hour kung fu, in the deserted suburbs of Luanshan City, encountered their best to escape for a long time.

Born in a secret cave, Hualangjun, who is meditating and rest.

Hua Langjun was shocked, "How did you find it?"

This hole is where he hid himself. No one knows except him.

Ouyang Feng was too lazy to answer his words, only pointed at him with Huang Feng's long sword, and said coldly:

"You died."

Hua Langjun sneered, his expression was still a bit arrogant, and he was not very arrogant.

If you can escape once, you can escape for the second time.

With his body, in these two fairy town, he picks flowers and thieves.

But what he didn't know was that he could escape before because there was a little monk hiding in the dark ...

But it's different now.

Ink painting does not intend to let him go.

Hua Lang Jun smiled, his body was stunned, he got up and wanted to escape.

In the distance, the fingers of the ink paintings in the distance, the water and gas condensed instantly, the locks came firmly.
To be continued...