Chapter 149 Little hooligans and old bastards

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The fat man has a dead heart. I have only heard of three thousand beautiful women in the harem before. There was a great opportunity to get along with these beautiful women for a long time, but I never thought that this damn old man's words would turn his dream into nothing.

"Three thousand beauties..."

"Woo-woo..."

"Stealing an underwear a day can be busy for ten years. What's the beauty of a group of stinky old men?"

Hearing the fat man's muttering, Qu Shuiqin couldn't help but reward the fat man with a white eye and said angrily, "Don't dream. Even if you are transferred to the royal family, you don't have a chance to do those lewd things. Are those guards in the palace really given for nothing? Among other things, the ten-level masters who rotate day and night in the royal family can flirt with you with their fingers!"

"Woo-woo... Three thousand beauties, just don't do anything, it's good to have a look!" The bitch who still didn't give up seemed to be stunned by the devil, and kept thinking about it.

"You little bastard, look at your promising point!" Old Man Qu really hates the virtue of the fat man.

"What's wrong with my promising point? I'm a seven-level martial artist now. Up to now, I haven't even touched a woman. I don't lose so much in my life... Whoo-hoo..." Ye Fei cried aggrieved tears.

Qu Shuiqin couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the fat man's defense. What does a seven-level martial artist have to do with not touching a woman? Can't the seven-level martial artist survive without a woman? Wait...

"What did you just say? Have you broken through level 7?" Qu Shuiqin's eyes widened in an instant, and his mouth seemed to be able to swallow more than a dozen eggs at the same time. A wrinkled face was full of surprise and horror.

"Woo-woo..., what if you break through level 7? I'm still a chick!" The fat man cried with a sad face, and tears fell on the coffee table.

"Have you really broken through level 7?" The old man asked again.

"Woo-woo... Why did I lie to you about this?" Ye Fei raised his head and instantly found Qu Shuiqin's shocked expression. He couldn't help asking curiously, "Well, why are you doing this expression!"

At this moment, Qu Shuiqin has already turned over the huge waves in his heart, and he keeps repeating a voice in his heart. Is this true? Is this true?

At the age of a fat man, if the strength of level 6 can still surprise him, then level 7 is something he can't dream of.

From level 6 to level 7, this process took Qu Shuiqin 18 years, and it will take about ten years for those well-known strongmen in history to break through this limit. No matter how talented they are, they have never heard of anyone who can break through to this level in just two years.

Before, Qu Shuiqin never thought that a person would advance so fast in the world of martial arts. From the first time he took this doll back in the foggy forest to now, although nearly 20 years have passed, although he has long been used to his awe-inspiring talent, he really looks at a person walking. When the bumped baby grew into a seven-level strongman, Qu Shuiqin still felt that it was like a dream, so illusory and unreal.

It is rumored that the historical god of martial arts also broke through to level 7 after the age of 25, and Ye Fei is only about 20 years old.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing? I'm talking to you!"

Ye Fei's few whispers brought Qu Shuiqin back from his thinking.

"Have you really broken through to level 7?" Qu Shuiqin's eyes were full of unbelievable smell and asked again.

The fat man was almost pissed away by the old man: "Damn it! What's wrong with you! I've said it several times, how can it be more ink than the old ladies!"

"Ye! Let me show you my fighting spirit!" Ye Fei was also too lazy to talk, and directly lit up the milky war spirit.

As soon as Qu Shuiqin saw the faint dragon head pattern on the war spirit armor, he couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva. Even no matter how clumsy people are, they can recognize this pattern at a glance that this is a special sign that will only be formed after upgrading to level seven.

Old man Qu really can't figure it out. It seems that it took more than four years for the guy in front of him to break through from level 5 to level 6. Why is the time for the more difficult progress this time to advance is shorter? What have happened to this fat man in the past few years?

"See it clearly?" The fat man glanced at the old man and dispersed the fighting spirit all over his body.

"How did you do it?" Qu Shuiqinbo couldn't wait to ask.

"Damn it, you're not finished. Isn't it just a level 7? As for what, it made you so nervous?" The fat man's eyes were horizontal, he looked at Qu Shuiqin contemptuously and said, "If I show you something more, I don't know what kind of bear I will scare you!"

Without giving old man Qu a chance to speak, the fat man showed off the long bow that had just condensed his fighting spirit and showed off to the old man.

"Do you see it? The real baby is here!" The bitch looks proud.

"Ah...this..." Qu Shuiqin's uncalated heart set off a huge wave again, and the expression on his face could no longer be described as shock. It was a kind of white with dead ashes.

After a long time, Qu Shuiqin said tremblingly, "How can you condense the weapons of war spirit?"

"Oh, I can't help it. When the realm comes, it will naturally condense!" The fat man faked a helpless expression, which made people want to rush over and beat him first.

"Little bastard, can you pretend with me again? Believe it or not, I'll beat you!" Qu Shuiqin, who is used to punching bitches, has now been completely shocked by Ye Fei's breakthrough of level 7 and forgets that there are still thousands of mountains and rivers between them, relying on communication crystals.

"Oh! Come on, are you going to beat me? The fat man didn't forget this stubble and kept frowning and shouting at the old man.

"You!" It was not until Qu Shuiqin slapped fiercely and his fingers slid through the light blue magic image that he suddenly realized it.

The bitch became more and more happy, constantly making faces and twisting his buttocks: "Come on! Why don't you fight? I'll wait! Hurry up!"

"Mom Gobi! Believe it or not, I will send Qi Lan to the front line!" Qu Shuiqin was so angry with the fat man's expression that he instinctively took out Qi Lan as his killer.

"Cut! Send it! If you are willing to give up, I won't stop you!" The fat man blinked his eyes and said thieves.

"Little son of a bitch!" Qu Shui cursed with hatred, and his eyes turned and his mind.

"Oh..., in that case, hey..." The old man smiled and made a mysterious look.

The fat man's eyelids jumped inexplicably. Every time the old man Qu had this expression, he must be thinking about bad water in his stomach, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what the hell the old bastard was thinking.

The bitch said fiercely, "Don't threaten me with Qilan. Let me tell you, Grandpa won't eat this at all!"

"Hey..., isn't it?" Old man Qu gradually turned his back and muttered, "In that case, I won't stop Qilan's marriage. Anyway, one is affectionate and the other is intentional. Why am I getting in this matter at such an old age? Oh... It's a pity that some people will be disappointed when they come back!"

Qilan? Marriage?

"Damn it, old man, what the hell are you doing?" The fat man's eyelids jump.

Qu Shuiqin slowly pulled a chair from behind, sat leisurely on it, and said lightly, "It's nothing to tell you, but the youngest son of General Wang's family of the Third Army has taken a fancy to Qilan. Recently, his father is talking to me about it!" As you know, I don't have any hobbies, but I'm willing to help people tie a line, make a bridge or something. Although it's not easy for me to interrupt young people's affairs, it's okay to find some opportunities for the two to see each other more..."

Ye Fei was stunned on the spot and couldn't help asking, "Which general Wang's son?"

"Which one? Which one do you know?" Qu Shuiqin glanced at the fat man and said disdainfully.

After a pause, he said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, didn't that Qilan sign up for the army a few days ago? The person in charge of conscription is Wang Yu, the youngest son of General Wang Shaoting.

"Ah..." The fat man grew up in surprise.

The old man Qu, who only listened to the gloating, continued: "Qi Lan's girl is good-looking and attracts people everywhere. The son of General Wang's family is also a talented person. He took the position of regimental commander at a young age. It is not impossible to become a general in the future. Hey, this girl Qilan is blessed and can be seen by Wang Qi. It's better to have no worries in your life than to follow some incomparable hooligans!"

"What does the girl Qilan mean?" The fat man asked with red eyes.

"Cut, when you come back, ask her to go, but I can't guarantee that there will be some pictures between these two people that they don't want to see!"

The fat man was dumbfounded. If the old man vowed to make an arranged marriage for Qi Lan at the beginning, he would not believe it. However, if the old bastard said that he could create an opportunity for the two to be alone, it would be a big trouble!

Although he knew that the old man was forcing himself to comply, his stick was really incomparable and grabbed his key points at once.

"Are you telling the truth?" The fat man's eyelids are twitching crazily, and the fat on his face is wrinkled together.

Old man Qu yawned lazily and strained again: "Believe it or not, anyway, you have to come back sooner or later, and you will know then! I'm not in a hurry."

"Mom Gobi! Old bastard, you can't turn your elbow out!"

"Hmm!" Qu Shuiqin raised his legs like an old hooligan, put it on the table, sneered, and said disdainfully, "Wang Ceng's father and I have been friends for many years. Why did I abduct out? Originally, I have always been partial to you, but since you don't know anything about it, don't blame me. At worst, I won't help both sides and let you two compete fairly. Don't beg me about this!"

Fair competition? Shit, I'm one hundred and eight thousand miles apart. Where can I compete fairly with that guy?