Chapter 281 Heroes' Tomb

Chapter 281 Hero's Tomb

(I had something to do yesterday, and I didn't update it. I'm sorry.)

"Bang Hengjun, Dahe's think tank, have you been doing well recently?" Park Shiren said with a gloomy smile on the phone. But it didn't make Ban Heng sweat coldly. What are you afraid of? How could Park Shiren call at this time to talk about the nonsense of good weather today? Ban Heng knew that this master was more terrible than wine.

"According to Prime Minister Park's instructions, we are actively working, various plans have been successfully pushed out, and the fifth film has begun to be filmed. At the same time, we have opened several clubs in the capital of China, and the great ** girl in our country is working hard. Ban Heng took the initiative to report.

"I know these. I also know that you have also registered several websites, which are all good. On behalf of the People's Livelihood Party, I would like to thank you for your efforts and the Great Flower for our great rejuvenation. But..." Park Shiren's tone became colder, and his voice seemed to come from the ground, making people's back cold. With Mr. Banheng's wisdom, I believe that a better way will be found to mess up this China that has discredited us. What can best cause the turmoil of a country? It's corruption and scandal. Let our ** girls launch a new round of attack on Chinese officials, and let meat * bullets and money defeat those Chinese officials who have no faith, no ethics, and only know how to enjoy"

"Yes, we will set off a huge wave in China according to your instructions." Ban Heng has been standing, holding his mobile phone respectfully, and cautiously answering Park Shiren's question. Although Park Shiren is a former prime minister, the powerful forces behind Park Shiren did not lose much in the fight with the new prime minister. Those who died, hung up and ran away were just some peripheral forces, and the core forces of the real Park Shi family were not affected. In the so-called people's * main country, Park Shiren has gone down. Perhaps in the next election year, the Park Shi family will launch a Park Shi Gou and Park Shizhu to participate in the election. Under the cloak of the people * owner, only those families will always truly monopolize the highest power. Therefore, Ban Heng has a strong fear of Park Shiren from the bottom of his heart.

"Work hard to fight for Dahe." Park Shiren's voice in the microphone is full of agitating.

"Yes, for Yamato" Ban Heng quickly expressed his loyalty to his master.

"For the safety of you and the flowers of Yamato, we have sent several of the strongest warriors in our country who will secretly protect you. Well, don't just think about how precious the seeds of Dahe are. Keep them to return to Dahe and prosper our children and grandchildren," Park Shiren said and put down the phone.

Beng is already sweating profusely. The difference between the superior and the slave lies in the aura. Although it is thousands of miles away and just a phone call, Ban Heng can still feel the high momentum of Park Shiren. The pressure is too strong. Ban Heng sat back on the sofa again and thought about Park Shiren's phone number from the beginning. It seemed that the tree was quiet and the wind was not over. He wanted to spend the rest of his life in this peaceful nest, but if I didn't kill people, they would kill me, so I could only kill them. If you want to kill people without wine, you are a master who loves to kill people and can be ridden by thousands of people.

Power comes from stress. Ban Heng believes that Park Shiren is not a kind-hearted master. Although there is no severe blame on the phone, the master said that if the slave does not execute it, the consequences will also be very serious. So Ban Heng began to take action. The three-inch body went out of the door, followed the corridor covered with pure white marble, and slowly walked towards the lake area.

A battery car is coming from the direction of the Lake District. The figure of a charming big girl in the car has reached the extreme of the world. Even the most outstanding ** in Japan can't catch up with others, but the big girl's whole body lies in a man's arms. Her bright red mouth is slightly pouted, like anger and resentment. That seductive situation stunned Ban Heng. The man was extremely dishonest. He thought that a big hand had reached into the bottom of the girl's clothes. He didn't know what he was holding. The funny girl's face was like a peach blossom and giggled.

Ban Heng flashed to the roadside to make way. When the battery car passed by with fragrance, Ban Heng looked at the man who was enjoying the happiness in the car with great hatred. Why couldn't he change himself when sitting in the car? Suddenly, Ban Heng seemed to recognize the man's identity from the man's back, and there was panic in his eyes. Isn't this man really throwing himself 50 meters away? Thanks to not recognizing himself, Ban Heng sweated coldly in front of his forehead. No longer dare to stay, three inches accelerated his pace. It seems that if you don't kill this guy, you will have a shadow in your life.

Ban Heng arrived at the lake, surrounded by a tender willow, and a small building looked unique and charming. Ban Heng pushed the door in, and a gentle chrysanthemum song came from the villa. More than a dozen girls with only three o'clock are bending over their knees to train with a gorgeous woman. Seeing that it was Ban Heng, the leading woman showed her delicate face. When she came to Ban Heng, she asked softly, "Why did Ban Hengjun come here? Haven't you been worried that ** people will lose my face?"

The woman is only three o'clock, and her body is like **. Her skin is as tender and white as jade, her chest is full, and her curves are made like a god. Ban Heng looked greedily at the woman's delicate face, with horizontal flesh and wrinkles, and said with a smile on his dead bark-like face, "Miss Jiuzi, Prime Minister Park has just called. Please work hard together for some things."

The wine ate with a delicate smile, twisted his slender waist, and took Ban Heng into the inner room.

Zhou Tian and Wang Si returned to the room. But he asked Wang Si to pack his things immediately. Wang Si is puzzled. Didn't he say that he still needs to play for a day? Is it that the handsome man who just earned 100 million is going to run away? With your skills, are you still afraid that people will come to you? Although he was dissatisfied, there was no hesitation in his actions. Zhou Tian said that he would do it. Who would make him a man? Wang Si put on several clothes he wore and sat by the bed, looking at Zhou Tian, who had been walking around the room.

When Zhou Tian saw Wang Si packing up his belongings, he stood in front of Wang Si. Wang Si is sitting by the bed, with a beautiful face below Zhou Tian's waist. This scene made Wang Si's little face suddenly turn a little red. You are a dead person. Is there any end to it? It's too satisfying to do it several times a day. Thinking so, the two ivory-like shiny tender hands involuntarily reached to Zhou Tian's waist and slowly eased a cowhide belt. The little face rose slightly, the phoenix's eyes were obsessed, and the spring wave turned slightly.

Sunday laughed badly. It seems that he has finally achieved fruitful results for many days**. Reaching out his hand, he took Wang Si's little hand that was about to move inward and said with a smile, "At night, now I'm not feeling well. I can barely fight, and I can't make the girl happy."

"Ah, pooh" Wang Siyu's face turned red. Why did he take the initiative? You pervert stood upright in front of others, and his trousers were about to burst, but why did he become what he wanted? He scolded disgustingly, grabbed Xiao Zhoutian, twisted him desperately a few times, and vented his anger.

"Ah, it hurts" Zhou Tian took a step back with a bad smile, escaped the little brother from the claws and quickly put on his trousers. He smiled and said, "Girl, you, you, come back today"

"What?" Wang Si didn't seem to understand, "What about you?"

"I want to play here alone for one night." Sunday turned red, and the jade shadow was full of spring. At night, the groom wanted to stay alone for one night. Everyone could understand what this guy was going to do at night.

"Okay," Wang Si whispered, "I'm leaving now. It's no longer a good thing for Mr. Nai." He picked up a red bag and wanted to open the door. "Go back and see how Feier and I deal with your perverted dead wolf."

"No" Zhou Tian heard Wang Si preparing to educate himself with Feng Fei. What can a woman, especially the woman who loves you the most, deal with her men? You can figure it out with your feet on Sunday, which is the bed ban. Although China is full of chicken coops now, as long as men have money or good things, they can have a spring snack wherever they go, but that kind of exercise is just a simple vent. How can it be compared with the exercise of lovers who are in love and the same world? I, I, I have something to do."

"Who knows which prodigal hoof you fell in love with. I don't care. I dare not deal with you. Doesn't Feng Fei dare? Just wait to go home and kneel on the bench," Wang Si said, but stopped in front of the door, looked back at Zhou Tian, flashed a pair of phoenix eyes, and said in a coquettish voice, "Go back when it's over. Don't always worry me and Sister Fei'er."

Zhou Tian suddenly felt endless warmth in his heart, nodded and said, "It's not that you don't know your grandfather's ability. Eight women came, and I also did it all for her."

"Dead appearance, big pervert" Wang Si scolded softly.

Zhou Tian sent Wang Si out of the jade shadow, and Wang Si drove away alone.

Night, the west city of the capital. An extremely luxurious private room in Beijing Hotel. The huge table is full of all kinds of delicious food. If you are careful, you will find that there is no trace of red meat in all the dishes. On the right position, a slightly feminine man, wearing a decent gray suit and a blue tie, made this man look a little elegant. On the left hand side, there is a foreigner, about two meters tall and powerful. In the guest seat sat a 40-year-old man with a moderate figure, wearing an open-neck T-shirt, a pair of white casual pants, and a pair of white leather shoes on his feet, exquisite and leisurely. But this kind of leisure is just the appearance, and there is a chill in the corners of the man's slightly sunken eyes, like death.

A handsome man sitting at the head of a middle-aged man picked up his glass and said to the man sitting in the first place with a smile, "Angkor, this is my cousin Ma Xichuan. The largest ringing horse on the northwest ground pointed to the Westerners and said to Ma Xichuan, "This is Peter. Russia's most distinguished guest.

Ma Xichuan picked up the wine glass, and a chill filled the whole room with Ma Xichuan's movements. Ma Xichuan said coldly, "That is, business, then the villain and then the gentleman. Mr. Peter wants is the real thing. Don't fool me with some obsolete things."