Generals and Puppet Emperors

The first hot chicken to play had malicious eyes in his eyes. He looked around Aman's young body with unusual lust. I frowned. The son has abolished the roots of his descendants. Anyway, the eldest son of the prime minister is deeply loved by his father now, and he has not shown the bad habits like the hot chicken in front of him.

Confused, I couldn't help shaking my hands coldly, dispelling the above-mentioned idea that it was feasible. If I touched that guy's dirty thing—even if it was only an indirect touch, it would definitely call me He was so disgusted that he couldn't even enjoy his favorite roasted pig's trotters, let alone overcome psychological barriers to have a gentle conversation with Aman.

After thinking about it in my mind, I decided to crush him with the back of my foot, at least to make him [-]% dead.

Aman was not moved by his lewd eyes, her eyes were clear and peaceful, her face was covered with a layer of frost, when I finished the ride, I saw that they were already fighting.

The spicy chicken was so proud that he didn't pay much attention to Aman, his eyes grew to the sky and he kept saying flirtatious words, my joints creaked, and I secretly added a note to his case.I had full confidence in Aman, and sure enough, the situation reversed in just a short while.The prime minister's second son, Kong, had useless strength, but he didn't know how to adapt, and he didn't pay attention to Aman. Aman's body was light, and he turned the force into an offensive. The prime minister's second son didn't stop, and rushed out A well-divided circle.

This is a coincidence for Aman, she doesn't necessarily have to knock him down, she just needs to tell him to "give up" the game automatically.

I don't think this ending is actually satisfactory, fingers tapped on the side of my thigh.

... Aman should give him a solid beating, and let him know what it means to be someone who is beyond others and someone who is beyond the sky. Such a way of winning will only make people think that the opponent has no real ability to do it, but he won by luck.

I yelled to stop, but the prime minister’s second son didn’t see any tendency to stop. He turned away in embarrassment, without the slightest momentum to stop. Aman obviously didn’t expect someone to be such a rascal, watching the prime minister’s second son’s dirty The back of his hand was about to hit her chest.

I no longer had the desire to watch, glared, and wanted to kill that disgusting guy directly.

Unexpectedly, Aman's reaction was as I expected, her body did not move, unless she had become a wisp of wind, a grain of sand, in order to escape this undefeatable attack, Aman's hand moved, the prime minister's second son probably saw His eyes were dazzled, and when he woke up, he was already rolling on the ground with his palms covered.

My eyes are very bright, I think the joy is rising and rising over the peak, Aman is really wonderful, I can see clearly when the second son of the prime minister has not reacted, this is due to the life in the army for me A gift, it gave me excellent dynamic vision, allowing me to easily interpret movements that would be difficult for outsiders to react to.

Aman's performance at that moment was really wonderful. She knew that she couldn't avoid it--physical restrictions, so she did the opposite, and pressed a certain place on the palm of the prime minister's second son with her soft and boneless palm. At a specific position, hit all the strength into a line, as if fighting to the death!

But I know the ingenuity contained in that movement. I explained to Aman some of the fragile parts of the human body that I found on the battlefield. A violent blow from the palm.

I looked at the guy rolling on the ground with cold eyes, and kicked him on the waist unceremoniously. It would not kill anyone, but it definitely made him feel the lesson of what life is better than death. When I mentioned him, it was like mentioning a As long as the pigs are slaughtered.

Today's comparison is doomed to end unhappy.

Aman was a little depressed, but quickly cheered up.

I packed up the prime minister's second son and threw it back to his father, leaving only one sentence.

You're welcome.

Your son is not only a piece of shit but also an absolute villain, sorry I can't teach him anything.

I am not afraid of offending the prime minister, because I still have a leading position among military commanders. Even though civil servants have always looked down on the big and thick military officers, they have to admit that under the emperor's political thinking, the military officers have gathered together. Let them dread the power.

#Everyone who dares to hurt Aman#

#all to die. #

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Update! Update!

I am so diligent recently, do I really not consider poking the author's collection?