Chapter 3782 I Can't Report

For Qi Tian, ​​he is fledgling now, he has just gained a firm foothold, and there are many things that cannot be rash.

Now the Lord of the Kunlun God City is a behemoth, and there is really no need to compete with such a behemoth now.

Relatively speaking, stability is also necessary.

Can't wave.

Qi Tian looked at Han Ling, and Han Ling also looked at Han Ling, and their consciousness gradually collided with each other!

"Don't worry, you are my man now, how can I report my man!"

"I just wish...you could come and see me more often."

"This... this is my only expectation."

Seventh Madam Han Ling bit her red lips, and as she spoke, all kinds of consciousness gradually collided in her mind.

it is more than words.

This time, the feeling gradually followed, and the thoughts gradually became chaotic.

The feeling and taste are all messed up.

Messy, some don't know how to express it.

Qi Tian silently nodded, some things don't need to be so clear.

"A thorough investigation of the traitor, do you know?"

Qi Tian said without saying a word.

"A traitor?"

"Ah!"

"If you want to talk about traitors, all the women in this courtyard are probably traitors!"

"Take out any one, I'm afraid they will hate that city lord!"

"In this situation, anyone could betray him."

"After a long time, it will drive me crazy!"

"It will drive you crazy!"

"Ten years! Hundred years! Thousand years! Ten thousand years!"

"Forever... stay in this ghost place forever."

"That feeling is really painful."

Whispering voices followed, Han Ling gasped for breath, and then chuckled silently, looking extremely sad.

Thinking this way in my heart, my consciousness gradually became extremely disordered.

Chaos and disorder!

Qi Tian walked out of Han Ling's house.

After all, Han Ling is the Seventh Lady of the City Lord's Mansion of the Kunlun God City.

It's not good to be here for too long.

Qi Tian and Han Ling tossed about in the small world of Wanbao Pavilion for several hours. Under the pressure of ten times the speed of time, only about half an hour passed in the big real world.

When Qi Tian came out, the eyes of Yu Feng, the deacon of the City Lord's Mansion, looked even redder.

"How did it take so long?"

"I went in to look for you just now, why didn't I see you?"

"President Qi Tianqian! Where did you and Mrs. Seven go just now?"

The deacon Yufeng took a deep breath, and then hurried over to ask.

When he spoke, the tension on his face was palpable.

From his eyes, one could see extreme fatigue.

It was as if the whole person was trapped in this atmosphere and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Where did you go?"

"Ok?"

"Where can I go?"

"It's been... right here."

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you see it when you went in?"

"Madam Seven and I were discussing about traitors, so we took a look around the house."

"Maybe I missed it."

Qi Tian said nonsense casually.

It was a whim at the time, and the excitement was really hard to contain.

So it seemed impulsive.

From Qi Tian's point of view, there is no regret at all.

In general, very calm.

Basically not a big problem.

It's just a little fortunate that the seventh wife, Han Ling, was brought to the small world of Wanbao Pavilion.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to handle if she was really caught and raped in bed.

If the deacon Yufeng was controlled in time, it would be better to say that everything can be turned back.

If he is really allowed to expose this matter, it will be regarded as the end of the calf.

At that time, won't it be flooded and hard to recover?

The cool moonlight will sweep over directly at that time.

The feeling of panic and anxiety gradually tore apart, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more appropriate this feeling became.

"how is this possible!"

"If you were in the house at that time, I can't feel nothing!"

"You were definitely not in the house at the time!"

"Where have you been?"

"What did you guys do?"

"There is a problem! There is definitely a problem!"

"Half an hour is enough for you to do a lot of things!"

"No, I want to go in and see Mrs. Seven!"

As soon as Deacon Yufeng's expression changed, he was about to break in directly.

Qi Tian waved his hand, the Zhuge Gatling machine gunner corps and the White Dragon Knight corps had already surrounded him.

As long as this guy moves, he will be wiped out instantly.

"The Seventh Madam said that no one is allowed to go in and disturb her!"

"Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!"

"Do you want to court death?"

"I can bear it, but these soldiers under my command...maybe."

Qi Tian squinted his eyes, which flickered with cruelty.

At this moment, the seventh lady, Han Ling, is probably still in that comfortable state.

If it passes now, there is a high probability that it will be exposed.

Yu Feng, the deacon of the City Lord's Mansion, knew at a glance that it was not easy to mess with.

In his pupils, there seemed to be sharp rays of light flickering crazily.

This guy has to hold on.

When Deacon Yufeng saw these soldiers around him, his complexion became darker and darker.

His guess was right.

Something must have happened to Madam Seven.

was killed?

Does this guy have the guts?

Or... just let it go?

What did the two of them do in half an hour?

Deacon Yufeng's expression became more complicated.

He knew more or less what was going on with these ladies in the backyard.

One by one, I haven't seen a man for many years,

Suddenly seeing a man, how can I be stable in my heart?

All of them went crazy.

Gritting his teeth, he followed fluttering excitedly.

That's basically it.

The posture is in place, and the consciousness is surging to the extreme.

In terms of feeling, it is also very clear.

The feeling of wandering, the meaning of destruction, is exploding without limit!

The stabbing is boundless!

Tremor boundless!

Lock in the moment!

"It's not really what I thought it was?"

"Is it possible that Mr. Qian really has that guts?"

"Do you even dare to touch the city lord's woman?"

"Crazy?"

Yu Feng, the deacon of the City Lord's Mansion, gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, his complexion became more and more gloomy.

In a mess of thoughts, I don't know how to express it at all.

The more you think about it, the better you feel.

Gradually, carry out crazy suppression!

That's basically it.

The deacon Yufeng glanced at the surrounding soldiers, and he also knew that any untimely actions he made at this time might lead to death.

Against a team full of elite thousand, he's not that stupid!

What we have to do now is actually to protect ourselves wisely!

Save your own life first, as for other times, we will talk about it later!

Even if you want to report and accuse, at least you have to live!

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"

"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about no firewood!"

"Hmph! Just wait!"

Deacon Yufeng's eyes became more rosy, and he thought to himself.