Chapter 1007

Young men always have many fantasies about beautiful women, and Mr. Qi is no exception. After seeing this beautiful woman, he thought of his little maid. That was the day he became Mr. 7. Mr. 9 gave him a gift.

A well behaved and sensible girl.

Before that day, he never knew that girls looked so good when they laughed, that there was a faint aroma on girls, and that some places on girls would feel so exciting. That night, when she took off her clothes in front of him, he felt that his breathing had stopped. When she guided herself into her body, he felt that time had stopped.

From that day on, he was addicted to that feeling.

He wouldn't allow her to leave his sight. He would follow behind her and watch her wriggling waist and undulating hip flap when she walked, and then his breathing would become rapid. As soon as he closed his eyes, it was her body, and the attractive chest was on his lips waiting for him to suck.

Ten days.

He didn't practice.

He and his first woman are crazy in all kinds of places all day - love, in bed, in the kitchen, in the woods, in the river, she will give it whenever he wants.

On the eleventh day, he killed her.

Because he suddenly realized that he had not practiced for ten days. Ten days will not make his cultivation retreat, but it will definitely make him a person. In these ten days, he didn't even think of practicing, but enjoyed the most primitive desire between men and women.

He fell in love with her.

Special love.

Sometimes this is the case. Men who first contact a woman often fall in love with the woman quickly and invest in deep feelings. At that time, his whole world was her, there was no other. On the eleventh day, he suddenly thought that if he went on like this, he would be finished.

She woke up, smiled at Mr. Qi, asked him what he wanted to eat in the morning, and she did it.

Mr. Qi stretched out his hands and grabbed her neck, with green veins on the back of his hands. At the beginning, she was very frightened and surprised. The incredible and begging in her eyes was so distressing. At a certain moment, he even shook and slightly loosened his fingers, but the slightest lightness and hope in her eyes at that moment made him clench his hands again.

Is she mocking herself?

Mr. Qi always asks himself that way when he recalls the look in his eyes. Maybe she was really mocking herself, mocking herself that she was addicted to women and lost the minimum reason of a practitioner. He always used such reasons to comfort himself that it was not a wrong decision to kill her.

After he killed her, he left his residence in a daze. He wanted to escape and didn't want to see the body.

Then he met Mr. nine.

"Congratulations, you didn't let me down."

Mr. Jiu said.

"Why?"

After asking this question, Mr. Qi suddenly understood, and then there was a murderous intention in his eyes: "you deliberately let her seduce me, right? You know I will indulge, right? You know I will become more terrible in the future, so deliberately arranging her around me is to make me degenerate!"

"No"

Mr. Jiu shook his head slowly: "I just gave you a test. If you can't even pass this level, then you are not qualified to continue to sit in Mr. 7's position. Although your practice is a little extreme, you still pass this level after all. If you can resist confusion, it's best. It's also good for you to cut off confusion. After all, you still understand that this is the most important..."

"A woman is not important. In the future, if you want women, there can be countless. But you have only one, you must first know what you want. If it is only a woman, you undoubtedly underestimate your value. I told Lao Ba not to kill you, not just to save a lusty ghost."

At this moment, Mr. Qi was depressed in an instant.

"But I killed her..."

He said.

"I can give you another one. It's more beautiful than her."

Mr. Jiu said.

"No!"

Mr. Qi shook his head vigorously: "I don't want women. I just need to practice. You don't use this means to test me. I don't need and don't want to kill women anymore!"

"So you still can't help the temptation. You killed her, but as long as other women come into your heart, you will still fall."

Mr. Jiu's tone was full of disappointment: "I hope you can control yourself, otherwise... Lao Ba doesn't mind eradicating a threat in advance. With your talent, you will catch up with him and surpass him sooner or later. Everything Lao Ba enjoys now is yours. On the contrary... What you lose is not just a woman, but everything you have."

With these words, Mr. Jiu floated away, but he stood there until late at night.

……

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"Go away, I don't want to kill women."

Mr. Qi frowned and looked at the beautiful woman who seemed not to belong to the world. She was more beautiful and beautiful than her little maid. Such a woman belonged to the type that ordinary men would despair at the first glance. Because ordinary men knew that they could never have such a woman.

"He speaks like a man, although he is still half a child."

Mo Ningzhi squinted at the young man in front of him, then shook his head: "are you here to kill? People as old as you begin to kill for a living, maybe it's really a terrible thing. Because you still have a long time to continue to kill, and many people will die in your hands."

When the woman said that she was like a man, Mr. Qi's eyes burst out fiercely, with a thorough chill, like eternal ice.

"Are you a fangxie woman?"

He asked.

Foam curd did not answer.

She was a little stunned by this question. She wanted to shake her head and say no, but there was a very strange thing in her heart that prevented her from shaking her head. That strange and annoying thing even forced her to admit it. It took her a lot of effort to stop herself from nodding. But for Mr. Qi, her performance is tantamount to acquiescence.

"He seems to have several women, so kill you first."

Mr. Qi felt that there was a fire burning in his heart, which made his internal organs so painful. He must let himself kill and douse the fire with blood. If he doesn't kill, he's afraid he'll be burned to death by the fire.

"Kill!"

His eyes were full of blood, and he didn't understand why the boy suddenly changed. Vaguely, she felt that her words had stimulated him, but she didn't know which one it was.

Mr. Qi pushed his hands forward fiercely, and the black circle with a diameter of 100 meters immediately rushed towards the foam curd. Such a huge hemisphere flew over, with a very oppressive momentum. This is a very strange hemisphere. In people's inherent cognition, the hemisphere is half of the ball. Cut from the middle, no matter which half is the hemisphere. This explanation is not nonsense, because Mr. Qi's hemisphere is not such a hemisphere, but the one in the middle of the ball. Divide a ball into three parts, remove one from the top and one from the bottom. The middle part is what Mr. 7 controls now.

knife

Foam curd slowly raised his hand and then cut it down.

A very simple move without any modification. Even if you ask a child how to use a knife, he will raise his hand and chop it down to tell him how to use the knife. For a martial artist, the child's answer will make him feel funny, because he has not reached that level.

Knife, that's how you split it.

A huge long knife with a length of tens of meters appeared in the sky, and then fell down with a momentum that can split it even if there is a mountain in front of him, and fiercely split it on Mr. Qi's hemisphere. After a loud bang, the forward speed of the hemisphere was forced to stop, and the whole half ball sank.

With great force, all the dust under the 100 meter hemisphere flew up!

However, the hemisphere did not break a point.

Foam curd slightly frowned and suddenly thought of something.

"How dare you..."

She didn't say anything later, but pulled out the ordinary long knife she was holding in her hand. The previous knife is her strength of cultivation.

Foam congealed fat pulled out the long knife. There were countless knives flashing in her eyes. All her cultivation strength was poured into her hands and then injected into the long knife.

She jumped and fell.

Boom!

The knife cuts the hemisphere to the ground, just like a mountain falling from the sky. The hemisphere landed and the whole ground began to sink! Mr. Qi standing in the middle of the hemisphere was like being hit hard by a heavy hammer. There was blood slowly flowing out of his nose, ears, corners of his eyes and corners of his mouth.

This knife is too heavy.

"What a powerful knife... But unfortunately, you can't make such a second knife?"

Mr. Qi straightened his knees that had been bent down before, and his eyes were cold: "I was wrong. It's not that women don't die, but that all women die... Why did I choose that at the beginning?"

Talking to himself, the anger in his eyes was stronger.

"Go to hell!"

He pushed his hands forward fiercely, and the hemisphere pushed forward rapidly. At the same time, countless black lines flew out of the hemisphere, just like slender snakes rolling into the foam and grease, trying to roll her into the black hemisphere. The black line is too dense, more dense than the rainstorm.

Foam congealed fat's eyes were cold, and countless small knives flew out of them. They were invisible, but absolutely sharp. Each invisible knife is aligned with a black line to break it. At the beginning, the knife completely sealed the black line, but not long later, the number of black lines far exceeded the eye blade.

A mass of black thread, like a monster's flying hair, rolled to the foam and curd.

"Yes!"

Just then, someone shouted behind the foam curd. Then a dark shadow floated over and took the foam Congzhi's arm to the back. Nothing appeared, no weapons, no vitality of heaven and earth, but the dancing black line suddenly stopped in mid air. It's like an invisible high wall suddenly appeared in front of the black line. After the black line hit it, it was all stopped.

This is a very strange and spectacular scene, just like when someone poured a ladle of ink in the sky and was about to pour it down, the ink suddenly stood still in the air. While the black line was fixed, Mr. Qi felt that he was also fixed, his limbs... And even his whole body were fixed. Even for a moment, he also felt fear. This feeling of being imprisoned made his heart jump wildly.

Although it was short, it was a deep fear.

Mr. Qi took back part of his cultivation strength, forced himself to break free from that bondage, looked into the distance, and saw two more women, very beautiful women.

Now, standing in front of him, there are three beautiful women.