Chapter 342

What happened in the imperial capital of the kingdom of Shura has been widely spread in the world.

Jun Xiaoyao not only dissatisfied some Tianjiao among the ten kings, but also aroused the disgust of many buried earth creatures.

In ancient times, there are few beautiful women buried in the earth.

Xiaoyao was also arched.

This makes the buried animals resentful.

"The emperor's Tianjiao will certainly attend the feast of the ten kings, and then see how he makes a fool of himself!"

"Yes, we may not be able to deal with him, but one of the ten little Wangs can deal with him!"

"Yes, the Dragon Xiang of the corpse dragon clan, the Mo Ling of the dragon swallowing demon Python clan, and the Jiuyou GUI are much better than the fallen feather son, not to mention the ancient overlord body of the Hades palace."

"Even if the emperor's Tianjiao is stronger, can it sweep all the Tianjiao in the ten regions where I was buried?"

Jun Xiaoyao's strength is indeed very strong. They also know that they may even be able to defeat several of the ten Xiaowang.

But if we say that we can sweep away all Tianjiao, there will be some Arabian Nights and no one will believe it.

A group of earth burial creatures began to look forward to the opening of the feast of the ten kings.

In the center of the storm eye, Jun Xiaoyao is isolated from the outside world. He is very comfortable in the private bedroom of langhuan.

And Lang Huan, indeed, did not give up, always in front of Jun Xiaoyao, to release their charm.

Sometimes even more excessive, only wearing a small suit, in front of Jun Xiaoyao as if nothing had happened.

That snow-white fragrant shoulder and glittering long legs are so dangling in front of Jun Xiaoyao.

It has to be said that the charm of Lang Huan is very enough, and it is absolutely hard to resist it if you are a man.

Who can carry it?

But you can carry it when you are free.

Not because he is cold, but because he has seen too many beautiful women and has enough immunity.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao, he looked like an old monk in a fixed position. Even Lang Huan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and said, "Mr. Jun, you're still not a man. What's wrong?"

Jun Xiaoyao's face coagulated.

Is this a kind of provocation?

"My length is beyond your imagination." You are carefree and plain.

"Then you come and let me have a look." The eyes of Lang Huan twinkled with enchanting light.

She can feel the exuberant Qi and blood in Jun Xiaoyao's body.

Insist on three days and three nights, well, it should be underestimated.

It's possible in three months.

"If you just let a woman get it, isn't it cheap?" Jun Xiaoyao ignored.

He's not a stallion. It's too cheap.

This is why Jun Xiaoyao to now, all maintain the body of a virgin.

He doesn't exist easily for any woman.

"Hum..." Lang Huan grinds her silver teeth. She is both angry and helpless.

She has recommended her pillow like this, but Jun Xiaoyao doesn't know what to do.

After a bit of dust, Lang Huan finally learned how to do those futile things.

With the passage of time, the date of the feast of the ten kings will be near.

In the private bedroom of Lang Huan, there is a steaming bath.

Jun Xiaoyao, bared on the upper body, sank in the bath, with a pleasant expression.

Behind him, Qin Xianer, dressed in white, was scrubbing his back.

Naturally, this is also the order of Lang Huan, so that she can serve the good king.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao's happy face, Qin xian'er shakes his head slightly.

I'm afraid he doesn't know that the outside world has set off a storm because of him.

Long Xiang of the corpse dragon clan, Mo Ling of the tuntian demon Python clan, and jiuyouxuan and other young strong men have spoken out to suppress Jun Xiaoyao at the feast of the ten kings.

The feast of the ten kings is around the corner. The king is so carefree that Qin xian'er can't think of it.

"I think you'd better not attend the feast of the ten kings." Qin xian'er rubbed his back for you and said.

"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao has a light expression.

"The corpse dragon clan, the tuntian demon Python clan, the Jiuyou clan and so on, will definitely attack you, you can't deal with all the kings." Qin Xianer road.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't say anything. What he could do was what Qin Xianer could understand.

But he said, "will I be in danger? Why do you care so much?"

Qin Xian er's voice, a look, then said: "I am afraid that you have troubled Princess Royal, and then implicate her."

"Do you care?" You are carefree, your eyes are full of deep meaning.

Qin xian'er blushed and remained silent.

, for a long time, she just said, "I can see that your royal highness love you very much. She is the first time she met such a pleasant person."

"If you encounter any danger at the feast of the ten kings, she will not sit by."Hearing Qin xian'er's words, Jun Xiaoyao chuckled and shook his head: "is Lang Huan like that? She just greedy for my body."

A lot of people just mix like and greedy body for a talk.

"That's the same." Qin xian'er said, tone with a trace of light resentment.

"Don't worry, I won't stay in the burial ground for long." You are carefree.

After attending the feast of the ten kings, Jun Xiaoyao tried to find a way to find Jiumiao reincarnation undead grass in the world of burial, and to learn about the past more than ten years ago.

Almost after that, Jun Xiaoyao should also leave.

After all, the immortal ancient world is about to open, and Jun Xiaoyao doesn't want to slow down.

If you are carefree, Qin xian'er is a little relieved.

She also knew that Jun Xiaoyao had seen her special feelings for Lang Huan, so she said such comforting words.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao's handsome side face, even Qin xian'er couldn't help missing a beat.

She also understood why Lang Huan liked Yi Jun to be carefree.

If she didn't like Lang Huan first, she might be happy for you.

Almost seven or eight days later.

The day of the opening of the feast of the ten kings is finally coming.

On this day, outside the palace of the kingdom of Shura, there was a luxury ship.

It is the driving car of Lang Huan.

In the periphery, countless creatures are watching. They all want to know what is the relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Lang Huan.

Is Jun Xiaoyao still the saint of Lang Huan?

Three figures step out of the deep palace.

The head of the king Xiaoyao, set foot in the forefront, and the original attention of Lang Huan, is like a servant girl general, follow her side.

She looked at Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, but also with a trace of a small woman's sense of resentment.

It's like a little wife left out by her husband.

Seeing this scene, the licking dogs who were still holding a glimmer of hope at the scene were dripping blood and despairing.

Jun Xiaoyao did not care at all, and went straight into the ship.

Lang Huan and Qin xian'er followed.

The ship also swept away towards the place where the banquet was held.

Looking at the distant ship, many buried men Tianjiao are beating their chest and feet, in the curse roar.

"If Tianjiao of the king's family dares to attend the feast of the ten kings in such a grand manner, he will certainly not have a good result."

"Yes, let's go and see how the other kings taught this man!"

"That's right. I'm not willing to see your family's Tianjiao eating shriveled."

A group of creatures yelled, followed and went together.

It can be imagined that the feast of the ten kings will be the most lively one.

Of course, it will also be the one with the most variables.

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