Chapter 6 Reward 4

In the morning, the bright sun sprinkled warm and harmonious light. Under the sky, there was a bright light. Jiulong sat in a chair and watched the beautiful Mesomia sloping head and leaningily on the sofa. The gentle breath proved that she was asleep.

Jiulong smiled and looked at Mesomea's beautiful face with joy in his heart. With this girl, Jiulong felt that what he felt was innocent, pure and unique personality was the reason why Jiulong liked it.

Kowloon looked at Mesomea helplessly and thought that he had talked to her all night. Mesomea was full of curiosity about things outside. For her, everything Jiulong said was fresh, and she also listened with relish. Although Jiulong had only been in the world for half a year, Loxus was a A well-readed and well-informed wizard, he has accepted the memory of Roxus, and Jiulong knows a lot about this continent.

Kowloon stood up gently, walked to the bedside, took a thin quilt, gently covered Mesomea's body, smiled, and turned to look out of the window at the bright sunshine.

Opening the window, a fragrance of dirt came to my face. Looking around, the pavilions in Allen Manor are unique, hurriedly forest, and large and small gardens are full of flowers. After the rain, the sunny morning is particularly cool. Birds in the sky soar freely and sing to their heart's content. Everything is so harmonious...

Looking at the disk-like sun in the sky, Jiulong could no longer hold back his happy mood. After hardship and torture, he finally won his freedom. The sky was particularly blue and the air was particularly fragrant. How his life unfolded here? Jiulong felt the caress of the sun and gently closed his eyes. A beautiful blueprint came into sight.

Bum! Bang! Bang!

The knock on the door interrupted Jiulong's thoughts. He opened his eyes and went to the door to open the door. The man came was a warrior in brown armor.

The warrior's face was dull and expressionless, and a trace of decisiveness of killing flashed in his eyes. After seeing Jiulong, he said coldly, "Lockus, clean up quickly and let me meet the count!"

"Yes!" Jiulong frowned slightly, and he didn't like his attitude towards the warrior, but he was under the roof, so it's okay to think about it.

"Hmm!" When the warrior saw Jiulong frowning, he was unhappy. He sneered at Jiulong's attitude, smiled coldly, and said sarcastically, "Is it just a slave? Now the salted fish turns over and there is no one. There is a green onion in his nose, what kind of big nose!"

"What did you say?" Hearing this, Jiulong suddenly turned around and looked at the samurai motionlessly. His anger surged. The tiger did not show its power and regarded it as a sick cat. He rode on his head and did not resist, which was cowardice!

"Why, you still want to do it, a cheap slave, am I afraid that you won't do it!" The warrior looked at Jiulong's face and was suddenly shocked. Seeing the momentum that Jiulong suddenly broke out, the warrior took a step back and was shocked, but then he thought about it, a funny smile appeared on his face, smiled, looked up and down at Jiulong, and said, "The cheap slave, tell You, this is Allen Manor, not your wild place!"

"Ha! Ha!" Jiulong sneered and said quietly, "It seems that people are really good at being bullied and horses are good at being ridden!"

"Why, do you still want to do it? Be careful that I will immediately restrain you, report you, a stubborn bitch, and be demoted to a slave again. It's not as good as a beast forever!"

"The villain will sue first and punch me!" Jiulong no longer quarreled. The warrior in front of him was too arrogant. As soon as he opened his mouth, he looked high, as if he was really a fairy in heaven.

Boom——

Suddenly, Kowloon broke out, and the powerful momentum flourished. The golden light suddenly surged, and the tide was endless. With one punch out, the sky and the earth were silent!

Kowloon punched, and it seemed that this space had been blocked. This punch was the wild horse in Kowloon's self-created martial arts "Wild Horse". The fist style was fierce, like the howling of the angry dragon. The true spirit of the fifth-level warriors, and the quality is comparable to the fighting spirit of the seventh-level warriors. This punch made the warriors unable to escape and avoid it.

Sure enough, the warrior thought of Jiulong's action and didn't pay attention to himself at all, and the amazing momentum was like a long rainbow. He punched out and wanted to avoid it, but time was fixed at that moment. No matter how he moved, it didn't help.

Kowloon's iron fist firmly hit the samurai's face. With a bang, the samurai threw away and spewed out a mouthful of blood. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, and his embarrassed appearance was no longer the prestige he had just now.

"How dare you beat the warrior of Allen Manor? Do you know that you have committed a heinous crime? I must report the great laborious young master to justice for me!" The warrior fell to the ground, opened his mouth and spewed blood. Looking at Jiulong's appearance, hatred in his eyes suddenly bred and cursed Jiulong fiercely.

"Hmm!" Jiulong was unmoved and snorted coldly, "You insulted me first and scolded me later. What's wrong with punching you!"

"You...you bloody!" The samurai slowly stood up, looked at Jiulong with resentment, and shouted angrily at Jiulong, "Wait, the great young master will deal with it impartially and demote you as a slave again!"

"There's so much nonsense!" Jiulong snorted coldly, went straight into the door, closed the door, and began to prepare. It is inevitable to see the laborious young master and many counts today. At the same time, he may also be rewarded and solicited by the nobles.

Kowloon closed the door, looked at Mesomea sleeping on the sofa, and then looked at the Youlan lying **, with a slight smile on his face, and said slowly, "Mesomea, I hit your warrior of Allen Manor. I don't know how your great brother treats me!"

Kowloon did not act at a loss, but made a plan to move. It is not a big deal to beat the warriors in Allen Manor, but if it is really investigated, it is not a small matter. However, Jiulong is now famous, and the supreme title of the god of war gives him an extremely glorious aura. He dares not be in this situation. The most important thing to do to himself is not these, but to test. He wants to test what kind of person he is!

Kowloon returned to the room and put on his leather armor, still ** with his upper body, strong body, solid muscles, calm face, bottomless eyes, and wise light flashing from time to time.

Jiulong quietly waited for someone to come and beat a warrior. You don't have to think about it. This time it must not be alone!

Wow! Buff! Buff!

Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, ten warriors came to the Kowloon door and violently knocked on the Kowloon door.

"Open the door quickly! Open the door quickly!" The warriors outside the house made a loud noise!

"Who is it, it's so noisy!" Mesomea, who was dreaming, was awakened, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and said impatiently.

Touch-

Suddenly, the leading warrior kicked the door open, and the loud sound completely interrupted Mesomea's dream. One by one, they looked at Kowloon's room wantonly, like a tiger and leopard waiting for food in the mountains, holding weapons and ready to go, giving Kowloon a fatal blow at any time.

"How dare you live impatiently!" Mesomea was disturbed by the dream and suddenly saw a group of people breaking into the room fiercely. With a fierce look, he immediately became angry and shouted loudly.

"Miss!" All the warriors were stunned, and the leading warriors looked around and made sure that this was Jiulong's room. It was even more strange that the young lady could be here, and Jiulong, his eyes glanced at Jiulong again. Jiulong sat calmly on the chair with a slight smile on his face and hung high. Looking up, he looked at the few people who broke in as if they were watching the play.

"Why don't you get out of here!" Mesomea was furious and shouted loudly. His voice was crisp and sweet, which made Jiulong giggle. The beautiful Mesomea's anger had a unique flavor.

Yes! Yes! Yes!" Hearing this, ten warriors quickly nodded and retreated. The fierce light flashed in the eyes of the leading warrior, shooting a cold light at Kowloon.

After several warriors retreated, Mesumia looked at the smiling Jiulong. His beautiful face turned red, his face turned red with shame, and his two small hands were at a loss and tore their skirts, as if they were children who made mistakes.

"Beautiful lady, disturb your dream!" Jiulong smiled and looked at Mesomea's shy appearance, and felt even closer to Mesomea's simple performance.

"Oh!" Mesormia lowered his head, gave a gentle oh, and then suddenly reacted and quickly said, "No, no, no interruption!"

"Hey! Hey!" Jiulong stared at Mesomea and her shy face, and Jiulong also smiled sweetly.

Suddenly, Mesomea was shocked when she saw the sunshine outside the house. Then she looked at the appearance of Jiulong ready to go. She understood what was going on. "I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep when I was talking to you!"