Jiang Pingpi held a peach tree as thick as an adult thigh with a blue face, and his head was dizzy and circling.

"Lao Qiu, why do I feel more and more you feel?"

"There is nothing, young master, it actually hits you, it hurts my heart. If you don't believe me, listen, my heart is crying."

Qiu Daoyu is serious.

He discovered that once a person becomes shameless, he will come to him.

Thinking of it, he couldn't help but rub his fingers, and felt that the real feeling of the flesh just now was a little dreamy.

Although I don’t know what the young master had had today, I specifically asked him to get beaten up.

But the opportunity is rare, but it can be calculated that I feel depressed.

After all, he had wanted to do this a long time ago!

Sometimes my own young master is too disgusting.

Jiang Ping was holding the tree trunk in a daze, while the green sword intent of immortality on his body was surrounded by it. In a short while, the swelling on his face disappeared and his eyes returned to clear.

"call……"

“I feel like I’m getting stronger.”

"As a matter of course, those who can't beat me will make me stronger."

Jiang Ping pulled off the torn clothes on his body, revealing his standard tendon flesh, which looked particularly powerful.

He grinned at Qiu Daoyu, revealing a row of white teeth:

"Lao Qiu, continue tomorrow."

Qiu Daoyu's face froze and his tone was a little weird:

"What? Come again?"

"Not a young master, can you bear it in this way?"

"You can't do nothing next time you're fucked, right?"

Jiang Ping knocked on his chest, making a banging sound:

"I will always remember that sword. At that time, I realized that people have to rely on themselves!"

Qiu Daoyu couldn't help but feel silent.

He understood his son a little.

Maybe he has been patient all the time.
Chapter completed!