Chapter 16 Master 4

Kowloon held a teacup in his hand and watched Mesomea drift away in a daze, and his obsessive eyes followed such a shadow until he turned the corner of the room.

Jiulong regained his obsessive look, put the teacup on the coffee table, gently sniffed the fragrance of his fingers, and looked intoxicated. With a click, Jiulong sat on the chair, looking a little dazed and stupid.

"Mesomea, we are going to come together and go through a lot of hardships. You are pure and beautiful, as bright as a little angel, and your noble identity is destined to make your marriage by yourself!"

"And I..." Jiulong was a little hesitant. He was ignorant of Mesomea's feelings. At this time, he had fallen in love with Mesomea. He was deeply in his feelings and did not decide the length of communication with the two, but was moved for a moment, smiling, every move, or words and deeds. In my mind, the two have been heart to each other.

Gulu——

The dishonest stomach protested against Jiulong's abuse of him again and made a grunting sound. Jiulong remembered that the water had not come in today, gently stroked his stomach, felt bursts of hunger in his body, and grinned: "People are iron, rice is steel. Let's wait until dinner!"

This room was given by Jiulong yesterday. At that time, it was almost dusk, and he did not know much about the house. At this time, he naturally wanted to know about it. As a subordinate's room, it was already quite luxurious.

The room is also very simple. Although the main hall furnishings are not luxurious, they are not shabby. There are all kinds of decorations, which can be said to be dazzling. Through a small corridor, this is a warm bedroom, and the opposite direction is the kitchen and so on.

Jiulong walked around and was satisfied with his house, which was equivalent to one bedroom and one living room in Kowloon's previous life, but the room here is large, luxurious, and the design is even more unique, but it is much larger and luxurious than the three bedrooms and one living room in Kowloon's previous life.

Kowloon's destination is naturally the kitchen. A charming food fragrance inadvertently floated into Kowloon's nostrils, which seemed to get a response, and the grunting stomach protested again.

Kowloon didn't want to think about it. He knew that this was made by Mesomea himself. He pushed the door and entered. Mesomea happened to be busy, and there were seven or eight dishes neatly arranged on a small table next to him.

All kinds of dishes are brightly colored and fragrant, which makes people's index fingers move. Looking at the busy Mesomea, wearing pajamas and feet, suddenly, Kowloon has a feeling like a different world.

Suddenly, Jiulong felt that he was not alone. The beautiful shadow of Mesomea was busy, and all kinds of meals were fragrant. This scene touched the scene. This was clearly a peaceful and harmonious life of a young couple.

At this moment, a lingering shadow haunted Jiulong's heart. The faint shadow roared angrily, roared ferociously, and looked aggressive, accusing Jiulong all the time.

The appearance of the virtual shadow slowly became real. Slowly, Jiulong recognized him. He was his master. Leslan Fei Li, the brother of Mesomea, pointed to Jiulong and scolded loudly, and cursed viciously, like a vicious wolf.

"Lockus, I finally warn you that although you were a prominent and martial arts genius, and although you saved my sister Mesomea, none of this can change your current situation. This is not the O'er tribe, but the Lelan tribe, this one under your feet. The land belongs to my Leren's laborious territory.

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"So, no matter how you used to be, from now on, you are my laborious dog. Do a good job in the nature of a dog. As the owner of the dog, you will naturally give you boundless blessings."

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"Go down, Roxas, do your job, and don't try to have any illusions about my sister Mesomea. If you come into contact with her, you will only be hurt. Do it and do it yourself!"

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The laborious words rippled in Kowloon's heart one after another, like a thunder bolt in Kowloon's mind, and a deafening sound made the lonely Kowloon fall into an endless nightmare.

"I'm hungry!" Mesomia looked at Jiulong standing at the door in a daze, smiling, red lips kissed, and a crisp voice like a silver bell with a little pride. "Come quickly and wash your hands and eat. My craftsmanship has been specially trained, and I will definitely give you a feast!"

"Oh!" Jiulong couldn't help nodding. Although Mesomea is a pure little girl, there is a magnificent female beauty in her bones, which is a soft body that combines the greatest maternal beauty and female beauty in the world, which makes people unconsciously fascinated.

At the table, the food is full of aroma. The two sit on their knees and snuggle up to each other like a sweet couple. You pick up vegetables, I pick up vegetables for you, and the two people come and go with each other, and the two hearts slowly approach, rub and merge...

Bum! Bang! Bang!

The violent knock on the door broke the beautiful picture. Jiulong and Mesomea looked at each other, and there was a sweet look on their faces.

"Let me open the door!" Mesomia was indeed perfect. Hearing the knock on the door, she stood up to look at the door.

Jiulong frowned. He already knew what was going on. He took Mesomea's hand and stroked it so gently, and his heart was soft. Maybe there were not many days like this. What was waiting for him would be a sword and a bloody wind.

This moment seemed particularly precious. Jiulong couldn't take his eyes off Mesomea's beautiful face, with indescribable sadness in his heart. He could predict that their ending was a miserable tragic love. For the sake of the marriage, they were like moths, facing death without hesitation. Into the deadly flames.

"Bum! Bang! Bang!"

There was another violent knock on the door, which seemed to be very urgent. The knock on the door woke up Jiulong and Mesomea, who were immersed in the warm picture. Looking at Mesomea's beautiful face, Jiulong said slowly, "I'll go!"

"Hmm!" Mesomia looked at Jiulong's resolute face, and her bright eyes were full of happiness. She whispered gently and smiled. The mischievous and lovely appearance made Jiulong's heavy mood suddenly become relaxed and happy.

After saying goodbye to Mesomea, Jiulong came to the living room, put on black iron armor, wore a black iron sword, and suddenly went out, leaving Mesomea looking forward alone.

"The great goddess of love is above, and the pious Mesomea prays to you for your generosity and give me the most heroic man in the world...!" Seeing Jiulong's full armor, the long sword shining coldly, and his vigorous posture slowly went out, Mesomea put her hands together and prayed devoutly to the goddess of love.

In the night sky, the colorful, the brilliant stars above the sky twinkled with an indefinable light. A round moon hung high above it, and the wind gently caressed the earth. The beautiful Allen Manor trees were shadowed, and the lights on the ground were dim, reflecting the crystal light of various artificial lakes, insects and cicadassing, and the pond frogs roaring at night. The hazy scenery of spring night.

The peaceful and quiet night is full of the brilliance of spring, which seems to be a moment of tranquility before the storm. This moment is quiet and terrible, which makes people shudder.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Suddenly, the shadows shook, and dark shadows shot towards Kowloon like ghosts. They were extremely fast, like ghosts. In a trance, more than 20 figures were ten meters away from Kowloon.

Suddenly, a brilliant golden light burst out of Jiulong's eyes, as dazzling as a star. Suddenly, Jiulong turned around and looked directly at more than 20 figures standing ten meters away.

buzz——

At this moment, a sharp edge pierced Kowloon directly, which was a blue flying knife. In the night sky, the shadow of the knife was particularly eye-catching, beautiful and fascinating, but the sharp breath was chilling.

The flying knife came straight to Jiulong's face with the momentum of thunder. Brush--, Jiulong's footsteps shook like a ghost, and he actually went straight back, and the speed was no less than the flying knife that went straight to the door.

The hazy night sky formed a strange gorgeous, but the strange picture was terminated after another figure appeared.

At this time, a spiral of fire shadow came straight to Kowloon like a diamond. This figure was extremely tall and burly. In a blink of an eye, it had approached Kowloon, but it was more than faster than Kowloon.

qiang lang——

A metal trembling sounded, and the fiery figure grabbed the blue knife in his hand. The sound of gold and iron made people's eardrums hurt. It was none other than Pasley, the captain of the escort of Allen Manor.