Super black turtle clone

() The two of them came to a place near the bartending table as they talked, Dao Feng called the waiter familiarly, and ordered two glasses of strong wine that he called a man's dream.

Picking up the light yellow man's dream, Zhuo Yun hesitated for a while, and then took a sip, a spicy feeling rushed into his mouth, but soon the spicy feeling completely dissipated, replaced by It has a faint weird smell.

"This is what you call a man's dream. It smells a bit like urine!" Zhuo Yun put down his glass with some disgust. He saw this glass of wine just now. It's kind of like a mouthful.

He was holding the wine glass, posing with a vicissitudes of life, and almost spit out the wine when he heard the words, he shook his head with a blank look at Zhuo Yun, and continued to pose there.

The two sat there, and soon attracted a few wild bees and butterflies, but what broke Dao Feng's heart was that these wild bees and butterflies all came towards Zhuo Yun, all winking and puffing out their chests Shaking his hips attracted Zhuo Yun's attention.

If it was Zhuo Yun from before, he might not be able to hold back the rippling in his heart due to lack of concentration. Now that he has seen a lot, he really doesn't have any desire for a woman like this who doesn't know how many men have ridden before. Feel nauseous right away.

When these women found that Zhuo Yun ignored them at all, they turned their targets to Dao Feng helplessly and dissatisfied, which made Dao Fengyu cry without tears. Before he boasted that he would give Zhuo Yun some, but now the situation is just the opposite.

"Hey, if I knew it earlier, I would have found that guy Tashi Dorji, my pride." Dao Feng's face was full of cattle, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have found Zhuo Yun, a handsome boy.

After cutting hair and washing marrow with mysterious beads last time, Zhuo Yun's skin is getting better and better. The mysterious and tough temperament is indeed more popular with girls than the pale complexion that looks like an over-indulgent blade.

Just when Zhuo Yun was a little annoyed by the mad bees, waves and butterflies around him, two figures in the distance attracted his attention at once.

There is nothing special about the appearance of the two, but the clothes they are wearing are completely different from those present. They are all dressed in kendo costumes. Both of them have a samurai sword on their waists, which looks extraordinarily different.

On the way to the plane, through Dao Feng and others, Zhuo Yun also learned about the situation in the Japanese country. People who are dressed like this and carry a samurai sword on their waists in broad daylight are generally people from major schools of kendo.

Unlike Huaxia, people from the major kendo schools in Japan can come and go with samurai swords at will.

He glanced at the Japanese embroidered on the chests of the two men's clothes, and felt very familiar. After careful consideration, he finally figured it out.

"Could they be members of Feitian Yujianliu!" His heart was slightly shaken. When Zhuo Yun was reading the materials of several major kendo schools before, he had seen the ri characters of Feitian Yujianliu's name, and the ri embroidered on the chests of these two men. The text is exactly the same.

Glancing at the blades that were having sex with two Japanese ladies who were wearing scantily clad clothes and surging breasts, Zhuo Yun raised his foot and kicked him under the table, and gave him a look.

After all, Daofeng is an old Jianghu, so he quickly realized it, and glanced in the direction Zhuo Yun indicated, his eyes brightened slightly.

Although he was very reluctant, Dao Feng could only disperse the two Japanese ladies around him, and they walked to a seat behind two Feitian Yujianliu disciples.

"Dao Feng, do you understand the Japanese language?" Zhuo Yun asked in a low voice after sitting down.

"Hey, don't worry about this, I worked hard to watch the original Japanese movies." Dao Feng smiled complacently, but his smile seemed so wretched to Zhuo Yun.

Two Feitian Yujianliu disciples were chattering while drinking, and soon two plump ladies from the Japanese country came over, and they hugged each other, drinking to their heart's content.

After talking for nearly half an hour, the two of them hugged each other and walked drunkenly towards the second floor of the restaurant.

"Blade, what did the two of them say?" Zhuo Yun asked suspiciously after glancing at the two who were staggering away.

An unscrupulous blade showed a rare dignified look: "They were drunk just now, and they said in the conversation that they had found the whereabouts of Can Leopard and the others, and the large army had already rushed to the mountain forest where Can Leopard was."

"Did they say where Can Bao and the others are now?" Zhuo Yun asked quickly with a slightly changed expression.

"No, the two of them just said that someone had notified them, but they didn't mention the specific location." Dao Feng shook his head, a pair of slender eyes flashing with a cold light.

Looking at Dao Feng's gloomy gaze, Zhuo Yun knew it clearly.

The two got up and walked quickly to the second floor. When they came to the second floor along the stairs, they happened to see the two Flying Swordsman disciples walking into a room with the two hot Japanese girls in their arms.

The two waited at the corner for a while, and then they walked to the room where the two Flying Swords flowed into just now.

What Zhuo Yun didn't expect was that Dao Feng was actually an expert lockpicker. He took out a pin from his pocket and opened the door in a few seconds. Before the fifth unit, would it be a thief.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a burst of intense groans. In just a short time, the two disciples of the Feitian Yujianliu had already fought naked with the two Japanese women.

If it wasn't for the fear of attracting others' attention, Zhuo Yun would have watched the live performance for a while, but he didn't have the time and mood at this moment.

The moment they opened the door, the two looked at each other, and each looked for a person. Before the two drunken men from flying Yujianliu could not react, they were the two of them who were uniformed on the ground. , but was knocked unconscious by two people stretching out their hands.

The next scene was a bit of a restricted level. Daofeng performed various cruel tortures and forced to interrogate two disciples of the Flying Swordsman. After torturing the two disciples more out of air than in in, they finally got the information they wanted.

"What should we do with these two guys?" Zhuo Yun asked after glancing at the Feitian Yujianliu disciple lying on the ground with scars all over his naked body.

"It's very simple, kill and silence!"

As he spoke, two sharp daggers magically appeared in both hands of the blade, and they slashed across the necks of two Feitian Yujianliu disciples, and blood oozed from the edges of the knives.

Seeing Dao Feng killing two Feitian Yujianliu disciples expressionlessly, Zhuo Yun's heart trembled slightly. At this time, he realized that his understanding of Dao Feng was very one-sided. This guy is definitely a ruthless guy.

(Thanks to Merry di for the reward of [-] starting coins!)