The Return of the City’s Cultivation

Ye Tian couldn't help admiring this popularity when he first saw the Northern War God.

The Northern War God's eyebrows and eyes are full of heroism and grandeur. When he is marching, he walks and walks, his eyebrows are like swords, and his eyes contain the world. The big pattern and grandeur are undoubtedly revealed when he raises his eyes, and one foot enters the banquet At the moment at the gate of the hall, the edge burst and the sun was dazzling.

Everything seemed to be eclipsed in front of this man.

Half of the sharpness stems from a golden red bead on his forehead above his eyebrows. The bead is born on his forehead, but it is not obtrusive. Instead, it shows his unusualness. The red light inside the bead circulates, looking like a golden crow with wings spread out.

This is the unique feature of the Tianwu tribe, and the Tianwu tribe is born with it.

"Qiankun four-level heart!"

Ye Tian's heart jumped, and when he looked at him, he was surrounded by a large group of Yangling people. The whole father and son of Huanriying were among them, speaking with smiles. There were more than a dozen Tianwu people all following, beside the Northern War God, Standing side by side, a woman, twenty-eight years old, born out of dust, slightly lowered her eyes, her appearance is so strong, she has its own advantages compared to flowers.

The stars of the Northern War God Pengyue came down to the main table, took a seated position, and his eyes flowed. He glanced at Huanri against the guest, "Sit down."

The others stood, asking themselves that they were not qualified to sit down, and Huanri didn’t dare to refrain from it, and hurriedly sat on the chairs politely, “Look at the young man of the Yangling clan, you don’t even have a vision, and you don’t know how to get tea. I am neglecting the Northern God of War." He poured a cup of hot tea graciously.

The Northern War God instigated him, playing with the teacup, and said unintentionally, "Huanri, is there a plan for this city lord?"

Huanri’s heart beats wildly. He covets the city’s master and knows everything about his ambitions. But with Chanzi and King Zhen, it’s not that simple to sit in this position. The words of the Northern War God have profound meaning. He wants to support himself.

Huanri was overjoyed, but he waved his hand and smiled, "I have a handful of old bones. I want to support my life and enjoy the joy of children and grandchildren."

The Northern God of War raised his eyelids and glanced at Yingquan lightly, "I think your son is super talented and has a leadership style, and he is also very good."

Yingquan praised the North God of War, and was as excited as a child who won the Three Good Student, blushing and said, "Xie Bei War God praised."

Ring Sun was more certain about the idea of ​​the Northern God of War, and was overjoyed, "The God of War is absurd, Yingquan is so different from you, it would be a blessing to get you to mention it."

The Northern War God laughed, "Yingquan can listen to me?" A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Yingquan didn't notice, and said happily, "The Northern God of War is a legend. He has established an inexhaustible fame and is a small hero. No matter where he is, no one listens. How dare not to listen to the teaching of the God of War."

The three people reached a tacit agreement in a few words. The Northern War God wanted to strengthen Yingquan and sit on the seat of the city lord. And the father and son Yingquan have been coveting this position for a long time, and they were anxious, and Yingquan pursued Huaxian with this goal. No matter which way, he didn't care. If he could get the support of the Northern War God, he would not be able to catch it, more than marrying Huaxian. It's a shortcut, the three hit it off.

The Northern War God frowned, "Why haven't Huaxian and Luofen come?"

Huanri's face was stiff, sweaty on his head, and he smiled, "The first time the two girls saw the God of War, they must be flustered. They must be dressed up in the boudoir." Secretly, someone was urging. At this time, Hua Hua Xian He Luofen walked in accompanied by his father.

Huaxian wears a white lace hollow dress, which is pure and sexy. The white suit collar splicing black over-the-knee gauze skirt is elegant and intelligent.

The flowers appeared and fell, making the banquet hall suddenly light up, beautiful enough to kill all things in a flash, causing the Northern War God's eyes to flash up, his eyes turned evil, and his tongue licked his teeth.

Huanri hurriedly said, "I will pick up the Northern War God to get acquainted with it." He got up and greeted the two women. Chanzi and King Zhen followed, and met in front of the God of War.

The Northern War God's gaze gave birth to nails, fixed on the two women, up and down, wandering around the two women over and over again, from the slender legs to the snow-white neck and face, the evil light in his eyes became more and more excited. He gritted his teeth, and suddenly stretched out both hands, actually trying to grab two female slender hands.

The two women were startled, and hurriedly shrank their hands to avoid them, and took a step back, their faces instantly pale.

The Northern God of War is not ignorant of the Yang Ling clan's rules, but he still does it, either he doesn't care at all, or he can't wait, his nature appears.

Seeing them avoiding, the Northern God of War chuckled, "Pour me three glasses of red wine." Self-expression appeared one after another, his eyes never left the two of them.

Huaxian and Luofen looked at their father as if they were asking for help. Chanzi and King Zhen were angry, but they dared not speak, but nodded helplessly.

Huaxian and Luofen left and right, took the red wine on the table, leaned down, and filled the glass, the Northern War God's gaze swept across their chests, two big hands on each side, touching Huaxian and Luofen's back .

Hua Xian Luofen was always alert, and his body was also stiff. At this moment, the frightened rabbit generally avoided, and could no longer conceal the disgust on his face, "Northern God of War, please behave yourself!"

The Northern War God's face was cold, how dare someone call him "self-respect", the violent color flashed, the teeth "creaked", and suddenly he smiled evilly, "What are you afraid of? Sooner or later, you don't want to see me frankly."

Looking at this anxious look, Chanzi and King Zhen frowned, their hearts were sad, Hua Xian Luofen was even more disgusting to the stomach, cold faces did not speak.

The Northern War God lay down on the back of the chair and ordered, "Take up the wine glass." Seeing the disgust in the eyes of the two women, he was a little impatient, and his chest was about to explode with anger.

Where did the Northern War God go, it was not about shouting before and after, or sending a lot of beautiful women to the door, this kind of cold reception had never happened before.

The two women held back the tears in their eyes and held up two glasses of red wine.

The Northern War God curled his lips, "Get closer to me."

Hua Xianluofen walked forward two steps cautiously, and for a while, she felt extremely sad, human being a sword, and I was a fish.

The Northern God of War smiled like a wolf, "Kneel down and have a drink with me!"

The banquet hall suddenly became quiet, and the Northern War God called the saint of the clan, the non-insulting existence knelt down and drank a cup of wine, how arrogant, how humiliating, but no one spoke, the needle fell silently around.

This tranquility makes the flowers appear and fall in the heart like dead ashes.

But they didn't move, they just held their glasses and didn't speak.

The Northern God of War licked his teeth, "You are always mine, you can't avoid it." He slapped the table fiercely, banging, frightened and fluttered, his heart pierced like a knife, and the tears finally stopped. Unstoppable, "Hua La La" rolled down on his cheeks.

The Northern God of War smiled with a trace of madness and a lot of excitement. He seemed to like torturing women very much. It was a lot of fun to watch women cry.

Chanzi and King Zhen took a step forward and were about to talk. Two figures suddenly appeared from the Tianwu tribe, one with a sword, and they forced their necks with fierce eyes, "Dare to move and kill you!"

"Kneel down and have a drink with me!"

The Northern War God yelled, like a thunderstorm, causing the hearts of the people in the banquet hall to raise their throats.

Huaxian and Luofen were trembling, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled more severely, tears falling into the wine glass.

At this moment, a voice rang in the corner, "They won't drink with you!"

This voice set off a stormy sea in the hearts of many people, who is it? Dare to stop the Northern God of War!

"They are my women!"