Jiang Ji's live broadcast room is mixed, and gays and dirty women are emerging one after another.
When they knew that today's live broadcast content was no longer boring government affairs, but full of hormones on the screen, they couldn't stand it anymore.
A group of scumbags clamoring to cry every day Yang Tao is serious, the most serious is a group of gays and dirty women staring at the bulge under Yang Tao's tight abdominal muscles and poking and blushing. In contrast, Jiang Ji received little attention. They saw this face every day, and the other party wouldn't show them his abdominal muscles. The little angel Yang Tao was the real warrior.
Not only did the gay dirty woman clamor to push Yang Tao, but a group of salted fish with little fighting power also followed the crowd and shouted slogans.
[Audi Leming]: If the next emperor of Europe is a baby, the baby must desperately take off the big pants of the little angel Yang Tao!
[New Time Brewing Milk Tea]: After watching the analysis of a group of great gods in the live broadcast room, the baby felt deeply inferior, not all of them said that the ancient men did not eat well, the food was not nutritious, so the height was not tall, the appearance was bad, and the figure was out of shape... As a result, Yang Tao is actually such a man
[Teddy Chengjing]: If I can pass through, I want to pass through into the pants that Yang Tao wears, and molest him every day!
Jiang Ji looked at a group of Zhan Wu scum who had no AC count at all, and shook his head secretly.
Yang Tao can lift them up with one hand and turn them around twice before throwing them out. Who gave them the confidence to push him, and said that he would cry for him every day
Jiang Ji's control of expressions has reached the point of pure love. Although there are countless complaints in her heart, Yang Tao, the party, has found nothing. He took two jars of spirits from the cabin, and each person got one jar. "I never thought that I could be on the same boat with Duke Liu and drink against the wind."
"It's hard to imagine?" Jiang Ji said, "I think it is expected, nothing new."
Yang Tao pondered her words carefully and heard the arrogance and confidence in them.
He said that he never thought about it, both "I didn't think I would lose to Jiang Ji" and "I will be reused after losing to Jiang Ji".
Jiang Ji's answer was very straightforward, she firmly believed that she would win against Yang Tao, and Yang Tao's defeat was what she expected.
Alas, such a humble person was not beaten to death by a sack.
Yang Tao is so good-natured that he wants to smash Jiang Ji, which shows how much she is loved and hated.
"Liu Gong had such a temperament when he was a child?"
Jiang Ji drank half the jar of spirits in one breath, put her hands behind her and propped up her upper body, her feet in the river water, her clothes were half wet and half dry, sticking to her skin, vaguely delineating Miaoman's figure. It's just that most of his body is covered by the cloak. Yang Tao doesn't pay too much attention to women other than his wife. The guards dare not look directly, and Xian Yu only cares about licking Yang Tao's abdominal muscles. No one pays attention to her.
"What do you think?"
Yang Tao smiled and said, "If Duke Liu had this temperament when he was a child, he probably wouldn't be alive now."
This kind of flat temperament is too hateful.
Jiang Ji smiled and showed her white teeth, and her smile seemed to be two points brighter than the blazing sun above her head.
"How could it be? My personality was much worse when I was a child, and people will become mature and stable when they grow up... "
She didn't lie, she had a bad temper when she was a child.
Putting the words of some old comrades-in-arms, every time she looks at people, she looks like someone owes her five million and hasn't paid it back, silent and sullen.
It's just that the taciturn Bingshan's image is not bad, but she is a talkative person with a single mouth, and she has to speak to the heart.
Yang Tao laughed awkwardly.
Now that she is mature and stable, what should Jiang Ji look like when she was a child
The two drank more than a dozen altars one after another, and Yang Tao got drunk when he drank the third altar.
Although his drinking capacity is good, it is based on sake. The stamina of these spirits is not comparable to that of sake that has been diluted with water.
Although spirits are good, don't be greedy.
Jiang Ji dried all the remaining wine alone, and the wine jar was thrown on the river surface at will.
After blowing the river wind for a long time, she said to the guard, "Go back, remember to cook some sober soup for him, so as not to catch the cold."
When the group came to the shore, Jiang Ji's clothes were almost done.
He raised his hand and hung the Zhan Shen Dao around his waist, returning to his normal attire.
She jumped on the horse's back, and was about to give the order to return, her brows twitched, her brown eyes in the sun skipped a little danger.
"and many more"
The guard said, "Is there any order from the lord?"
Jiang Ji said, "You bring Yang Tao back from the waterway instead, I want to walk alone."
The guards looked at each other and said hesitantly, "Several military advisors have repeatedly warned that the lord must not be left alone..."
Jiang Ji smiled and tightened the reins, the corners of her lips were a little indifferent.
"Am I the lord, or are they the lord?"
The voice was neither light nor heavy, with a bit of chilling sternness.
The guards were half-kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. When they regained their senses, they were surprised to find that the clothes on their backs were soaked with sweat.
"I just want to be alone, hunt some prey and go back, and I will catch up with you soon, so it's good to report back to the military division and them."
The guard did not dare to hesitate and could only follow Jiang Ji's orders.
They didn't have the guts to ask Jiang Ji why she wanted to let them go and hunt alone, but the salted fish were not afraid.
Jiang Ji said, "There is an ambush ahead, and they are dragging me down. There is no other output contribution other than death."
She made no secret of her contempt.
Salted fish: "… "
Is there an ambush nearby
To be precise, there is an ambush in the woods ahead.
Everyone knows that Jiang Ji is a maverick protagonist who loves hunting and drinking. Whenever he has free time, he will take people to hunt game, and hunting alone is also a common thing. She dared to do this, of course, because the art masters were bold. It's not that there are no people who can assassinate her in this world, but those people are in another world. Just based on the combat power of this world, she has never been counseled. But others don't think so, especially the enemy.
[Guo Fengxiao, a ghost genius]: Suddenly there is a brain hole, if someone predicts that Xi is light and unprepared, even if there are millions of people, it is no different from traveling alone in the Central Plains. If the assassin crouches, one person's ears will fall. In my opinion, it will be lost at the hands of ordinary people... Probably will be slapped in the face, right
[Smuggling to Africa]: Hmph, where is "probably", you will definitely be slapped in the face, so swollen that your own mother can't recognize it.
Jiang Ji's combat power value, how can an assassin be enough
Don't you want to touch her clothes without pulling in a mighty army of more than ten thousand
The salted fish blew on Jiang Ji with their eyes closed. She was dressed in a round robe and red dress, with a high ponytail, a bow in her left hand, and a slashing sword on her waist, and she entered the depths of the jungle alone. When she easily hunted two deer, the sound of arrows breaking through the air could be heard in her ears...
These dark arrows were all smeared with poison, and each one came to her vital point.
Seeing her unresponsive, the assassin secretly rejoiced.
But the corners of her mouth stiffened as soon as they rose halfway up, Jiang Ji, who should have fallen down with the arrow, did not fall down.
Taking a closer look, the opponent is holding a familiar arrow in his right hand.
A bit of an ominous premonition was just born in my heart, but I saw the red figure pointing in their direction, showing a bloodthirsty smile.