blood contract

A hint of joy flashed in Lei's eyes, he responded readily, tightened his cuffs and jumped onto the field.

Although it doesn't matter who he is sparring with, as long as Lingling stays. But having him compete with Lei now was really a test of his physical fitness.

Knowing that Lingling did it on purpose, he still laughed in his heart: You weird little naughty guy, do you really want to see my powerful and domineering appearance?

In this way, the four of them practiced until Xu Shi.

Mu Qihua Le specially asked people to prepare dinner. He didn't pay attention to the false courtesy. After he retired, the four of them sat around and ate, discussing and eating at the same time. They were very happy.

The next day, after Mu Qihua Le finished practicing, he was called by Damian to drink in a restaurant in Baidi City.

As soon as they met, Damien punished him with three drinks.

"I was killed by your kid. General Tu treated me harshly all day long. I feel like my life has no meaning anymore?"

"I'm going to cut off your drinking for a few days, right?" Mu Qihua Le picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth, muttering.

Damien rolled her eyes at him several times, "Wine, is this about the wine? It's the beauty. Do you understand, beauty? I don't want to be as abstinent as you."

"Ha...so you kid wants this."

"Without female body fragrance, I can't sleep well." Dami An complained bitterly, "Hey, even if I tell you, you won't understand."

"Hey, I don't understand why you have to make yourself look like a breeding pig. Isn't it delicious to practice?

Young people, while you are still young, practice hard and practice hard. When you become a martial god, wouldn't it be even more beautiful to support the princesses of other countries every day? "Mu Qihua Le looked sideways at Dami An and said jokingly.

"Hey, you're the God of War." Dami An looked down and put down the wine cup in his hand, "Why didn't you say you wanted to stand side by side with the sun?"

"I'm working hard, aren't I!" Mu Qihua Le smiled charmingly, raised his wine cup to salute him, turned his head and drank.

"Tch, don't talk about it for now. Let's talk about how you can defeat the warriors of the five tribes." Damien said.

Mu Qihua Le paused as he put down the wine cup, raised his eyelids and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You don't know, right?" Damien looked surprised.

Mu Qihua Le narrowed his eyes slightly. During this period of time, he was focusing on his cultivation, and he had no idea what was happening in the outside world.

"What happened?"

"The five major clans were very interested in the competition between the two of us, and I don't know what they thought afterwards. I talked to your old man... ahem, I told the king, and it turned into a friendly exchange match... When the general heard this, he was very unhappy and threatened my life..."

As he spoke, Dami An raised his head sadly and drank a glass of wine, "So, was I killed by you?"

Mu Qihua Le snorted coldly, but before he could speak, Damian raised his hand to stop him and said: "Hey, I know you are not afraid, and you are still working hard to fight.

But buddy, please think about it for me, my brother! You have a spiritual beauty who can inherit the Yuanwu magic. What I have is General Tu’s old fist. "

Hearing this, Mu Qihua Le was shocked, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

Although Lingling promised to teach him in front of the ministers, whether the true teaching was known to all the ministers was unknown...and not many people knew about the true teaching of his skills.

He said calmly: "Who told you this?"

Having said this, he quietly scanned the surrounding area with his spiritual consciousness... and then he collected his spiritual consciousness after finding nothing strange.

"It's spread all over the city. Brother, you are not honest, why are you digging a trap to harm me?" Damien said unabashedly because of his drunkenness.

The competition with Damien was not a secret, but he had only told his father about Ling's teaching of his skills. Even if Ling told his uncle, I believe he would not spread the word... But why did he do it now? Does everyone know?

Who leaked the news?

Mu Qihua Leqiang suppressed all the suspicions in his heart. He smiled as usual and said, "Brother, it's not impossible for you to learn if you want to?"

"Oh, really." Dami An was half awake from drinking. Who doesn't want to learn Yuanwu Kung Fu, "You didn't lie to me?"

"Why are you lying to me? It's just that this matter has to wait until the competition between the two of us is over, otherwise I might make General Tu unhappy, which would be very annoying."

"I understand, okay." Damien nodded.

“You also need perseverance and perseverance.”

"no problem."

"The most important thing is not to be afraid of hardship and beatings."

"No... wait," Damian reacted and asked strangely: "Being beaten? What do you mean?"

Then Le looked at him and showed a strange smile, "This is my recent medal." After that, he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his bruised and swollen arms.

"...Fuck," Damian's eyes widened and he couldn't help but shrink back.

"Who could beat you like this?" Then he paused and seemed to think of something, "Hey, is she murdering her husband?"

If he really wants to practice Yuanwu Kung Fu like this, he might as well suffer General Tu's old fist.

Whoever loves to learn will learn it. Anyway, he has given up.

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you believe I will beat you up?" Mu Qihua Le was a little angry. He pulled down his sleeves and stood in front of him with a fist in one hand. No one could say anything bad about Ling'er.

"Have your brain been damaged by her? Brother, I was worried about you and vented my anger on you." Damien An looked at Le's handsome face and smiled teasingly, "Fortunately, I didn't hurt your face. "

"Why slap you in the face if you have nothing to do? My Ling'er is not the kind of person who does random things." Thinking of Lingling's appearance, Mu Qihua Le's face showed a soft color.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, speaking of her, I see you glaring at me, I don't know what's so good about this kind of female man... However, you should feel a sense of accomplishment after knocking her down, hey... oops..." Then Damien covered her face He shook his head, very angry, "Why are you hitting me with a cup?"

"Young man, put away your dirty thoughts and wait until you meet your destined person before discussing this issue with this prince..."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk more about this issue, let's drink and drink..."

Le glanced at him, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip. After drinking, he stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Let's go now. I've called two dancers for you."

"You take your time. When the time comes, don't blame me for being harsh." Mu Qihua Le didn't even look back, shook his arms and left.

Seeing Le walk out of the house in disbelief, Damien curled her lips and muttered, "I don't want a forest, I have to hang myself on a tree, God gave you that peerless beauty for free, what a pity!"

Saying this, he kept shaking his head, picked up the wine bottle and poured it out. Not even a drop was left. Only then did he remember that he had just drank all the wine.

Somehow, I couldn't help but shudder when I thought about this guy's ruthless behavior.

He is the 'big devil', and he always speaks his mind.

Forget it, let’s go back to practice!

Don't embarrass yourself in front of the five tribes then, especially not to mention beauties, maybe even bitches will dislike him...

Deeper and quieter, the night falls.

Mu Qihua Le has been pacing back and forth outside his father's palace for several hours...