Otherworldly Evil Monarch Chapter 98: No Regrets Takarazuka!

Chapter 98: The Dress without Mourning!

The cold sweat on Jun Moxie's head fell down and smiled reluctantly: "Uncle San, your intelligence network powerful is big, wouldn't you be there at the time?!"

"There are so many strong peaks in the realm, what am I going to do!" Jun inadvertently scolded: "After all, this is a major event in my heavenly kingdom. He has already alarmed His Majesty, and ordered Thoroughly. Investigate this; if I do n’t know it again, our monarch will be too ignorant! "

He looked at Jun Moxie with scorching eyes: "These are not important. The really important ones are the only thing I want to know. Last night, the one who appeared with Xuan Dan, did not know the height of the earth, was extremely mischievous. Who is that black masked little bastard?!

"Uh ... it should be a legendary senior man! Is it possible for such a senior man to guess, maybe even the first person of the Supreme Divine Mystery Yun Biechen, maybe someone else has So dusty! "Jun Moxie said solemnly and solemnly.

"Is it very dusty?" Jun's unintentional expression was like a volcano that was about to erupt in silence: "I only gave you a sixth-order Xuandan a few days ago, and now give me that Xuandan Check it out. "

That Xuandan is lying in He Chongxiao's arms now, how can he take it out? Really when I can have nothing out of nothing!

"Er, Xuandan, Xuandan, I ..." Jun Moxie's eyes turned: "... lost."

"Well thrown, wouldn't it have been thrown to the King of Heaven Punishment?" Jun nodded slowly and inadvertently: "Very good, very powerful; from when you woke up to now, I asked you a basket Question, you have also given the nonsense of Laozi Hachiman basket, Jun Moxie, Master Junsan, you are really grown up, and you are well-off ... "

"Although I don't know, why you are so sure, and how you got away, and I don't know how you lied to those people; I also know that you lied so as not to worry me, but ... ... "Jun said slowly, unconsciously.

Jun Moxie's heart was so scary that he would get out of bed as soon as he lifted the quilt. "Uncle San, I'm a little urgency and can't hold back ..."

"Give it to Lao Tzu! Really can't help but pee into the pants and quilt!" Jun shouted inadvertently. Jun Moxie faced obediently and did not dare to move. Jun San Ye continued to say: "... I still want to punish your family law!"

Guan Qinghan was walking anxiously in the courtyard at the moment. As soon as Jun Moxie woke up, the third uncle went in. Although Jun San was his own little uncle, it was still a young man's bedroom, after all, Guan Qinghan Naturally embarrassed to rush in, had to wait outside, waiting for three or two, and suddenly heard the roar in the room, could not help but feel nervous: the third uncle was furious, this guy did not do something broken, how to let Uncle San is so angry?

Worrying ...

"Bang!" A group of white shadows flew out of the room, and Guan Qinghan almost picked it up subconsciously, but was hit by that fierce impulse, and almost fell, while catching his arms. That thing in China also screamed: "Uncle ... Tap!"

It's Master Junda!

Guan Qinghan exclaimed, "Oh," and threw him slammed into the ground, flushed.

Jun Moxie was kicked out by Jun Sanye. Although there was a big call on his mouth, in fact, already quickly adjusted his posture in the air, and he was absolutely sure that he could land securely; In the arms of nephrite Wenxiang, before exclaiming, a refreshing fragrance came from the nose, and the objects in contact with the back felt softer and seemed to rebound a bit ...

Can't help but feel refreshed, just about to enjoy it, but thrown out again.

This time I can no longer adjust any posture, keep the free fall posture, and sturdyly fell to the ground. Suddenly, the **** almost did not fall into eight petals. Then Jun San Ye jumped out, and couldn't help but say that ping pong is a wild meal, punches and kicks are dense as raindrops, and Guan Qinghan, who is blushing on the side, sees a heart-beating beat.

King Qinghan knows about the recovery of Jun San Ye. Therefore, Jun has no intention of having no scruples at all, and let go of his hands and feet.

Jun Moxie clasped his head in one hand and covered his crotch in one hand, and his whole body rolled directly into a very round sandbag.

Fate it, let's open it! How to get rid of qi, let's give this hundred and ten pounds to the uncle, you will have to stay alive!

"Uncle San ... You ... Don't fight, don't fight ..." Guan Qinghan rushed to persuade.

When I said this, I clearly heard the anxiety and distress in the voice. Jun stopped it unexpectedly and unexpectedly, even Jun Moxie on the ground opened his eyes in surprise. The uncle and nephew stared at Guan Qinghan while staring at each other with great tacit understanding, and then looked at each other, seeing the unbelievable in the other's eyes.

When did Guan Qinghan care about Jun Moxie's life or death?

Did hell, or is this nephew-in-law / sister-in-law? !!

Guan Qinghan saw the two of them look at him dumbly, and then thought about it for a moment. He had been extremely unsatisfied with the little uncle before, and suddenly begged him for help, which would inevitably be strange.

But why would I plead for him?

Guan Qinghan was thinking about it, Qinglian's face was red, and the redness of the brush reached the root of her ears. She could not help but stomp her feet, and became a little embarrassed and angry: "I ... I'm just afraid Uncle you are tired ... hit it, let it go He forgets it. "After speaking, but felt that his voice was almost coquettish and crooked, and could not help but be embarrassed again, seeing that the eyes of the two were getting bigger and bigger, there were signs of looming at any time, hateful He snorted and walked quickly.

"Should I read it right? Didn't you hear me wrong? That person is really my sister-in-law?" Jun Moxie touched his head and scratched it twice. This posture is really like a smart break.

"Looks like ... yes." Jun inadvertently said in an unsure tone. Suddenly furious: "Who asked you to stand up, it still doesn't look honest ..."

Continue to drill "sandbags" ...

For a long time, Grandpa Jun shook his arms very comfortably, and said, "Tomorrow is your father's death day. Then go with me to the family shrine to incense, and then go to the coat of arms of your father for your father. Worship. You have to fulfill your responsibility as the Son of Man, understand? "

Jun Moxie hummed, "I see."

Jun Sanye rubbed his wrists and stepped into a wheelchair, pushed the wheelchair by himself, and Shi Shiran left with satisfaction. When I walked to the gate of the courtyard, I looked back again: "What happened to the Blood Soul Villa ...?"

"It's really solved ..." Jun Mo's desire was crying without tears.

Sanye left.

Cool! All I can say is that San Ye is so cool! Being able to find a lesson for this boy, San Ye thinks this is the greatest fun of his time.

The next day, the sky was still gloomy.

Jun Moxie, Jun has no intention of sitting in a wheelchair one by one, and standing quietly, looking at the Yiguan Tomb which can almost be described by the word "magnificent", both of them are extremely uneasy.

This morning already was beyond the scope of the so-called clothing crown, more like a palace built beside a military barracks, an unusually atmospheric palace.

When you come here, even Jun has no intention of going through the inspection of eight sentry posts, and there are obviously countless hidden piles around the sides. A clothing mound, the alert is so severe!

Eight sturdy stone pillars support a dome. On both sides, there are two complete large stones standing on the ground facing the way. They are flat and engraved with a few words.

Left: Fengyun listens to Junyi!

Right: Heaven and Earth Renjun!

The ground is a first-order, first-order staircase made of neat bluestone slabs. On each side, there is a team of magnificent stone carvings that hold guns across the horse and are as large as ordinary people. Then go forward, on both sides, each side stands. With four majestic stone carving giants, everyone is holding the sword by their hands, and looking ahead, although it is a stone carving, it is vividly carved, showing the heroic style and cannot be violated.

"The eight stone carvings, carved in the shape of real people, are your father's personal guards. They are known as the" white clothes eight generals ". Since the beginning of Brother's entry into the military, these eight people have been waiting around until ... … Tianguanling died in battle and never left a step! "Jun looked at the stone statues of the eight men with no intention, and projected deep emotions in his eyes. The tone was unusually low, with deep memories.

"Same life and death, common prosperity; white clothes Wei, blood cloak; righteous Changhong with no regrets, who is like him through the **** crown?" Jun murmured unconsciously, moving forward slowly, eyes lingering in each stone statue Look up deeply.

Jun Moxie could not help but respectfully, and unconsciously, straightened his back.

The entire coat of arms is completely clean and spotless; just after the heavy rain, such a late autumn season, there are no half leaves, no grass stalks, and even no water stains.

"There is a special person in the barracks who is responsible for this. There is another unwritten rule in the barracks: As long as anyone jeopardizes the cemetery of Brother, it is ... capital punishment! It must be decided! Although it is not explicitly stated, but But it is far more rigorous than military law! There is no exception, no one dares to violate, and no one can violate! "Jun said unconsciously, slowly pushing the wheelchair, and went all the way.

Jun Moxie accompanies him silently, already is shaking in his heart. Just from this point, it can be seen that the love and affection of his father in the army is obviously already to an extremely high level. Perhaps, in the hearts of the Tianxiang soldiers, the former handsome soldier in white has no regrets and is a god! God of War!

Below the dome, in the middle of the sky, is a tall stone sculpture, a middle-aged warrior who crosses a horse, stands upright, with a sword and eyebrows, his eyes are bright, and his eyebrows carry the spirit of domineering battle. The right hand that hangs on the waist is gently pressed on the hilt, the left hand is lightly holding the stables, the sharp face, and the corner of his mouth is still a stern cold smile. It seems that all the mountains and rivers in front of him are at the feet, billions of souls, all Under control!

The cloak behind me also seems to be flying in the wind. Although it is just a dead stone statue, it also reveals a majestic and magnificent image of the king's presence in the world!