One Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty-Six: Receive Nansheng, Kill Anxi (38)

Jiang Pengji's live broadcast room is mixed with good and evil people, gays and filthy women appear in endlessly.

When they knew that the content of today's live broadcast was no longer boring government affairs, but a screen full of hormones, they couldn't stand it immediately.

A group of war scum clamored to cry every day, and Yang Tao was considered serious. The most unscrupulous ones were a group of gays and filthy women who stared at the bulge under Yang Tao's tight abdominal muscles and blushed secretly. In contrast, Jiang Pengji received little attention. They see this face every day, and the other party will not show their abs to them. The little angel Yang Tao is the real warrior. He is super generous and makes people blush.

Not only the gay filth clamored to push Yang Tao, but also a group of salted fish with little combat power followed the crowd and shouted slogans.

[Aodi Leming]: If the next Ouhuang is a baby, the baby must desperately take off the big pants of little angel Yang Tao!

[Xinshi Milk Tea]: After watching the analysis of a group of great gods in the live broadcast room, the baby felt deeply inferior. Didn’t everyone say that ancient men did not eat well, and the food was not nutritious, so they were not tall, had a bad appearance, and were out of shape... The result , Yang Tao is such a man?

[Teddy becomes fine]: If I can time-travel, I want to time-travel into the underpants that Yang Tao wears, tune,,/play him every day!

Jiang Pengji shook her head secretly as she looked at a group of Zhan Wuscum who had no AC at all.

Yang Tao can lift them up and turn them around twice with one hand before throwing them out. Who gave them the confidence to push him and say he wants to cry every day?

Jiang Pengji's control over her expressions has reached the point of being pure and innocent. Although she complained a lot in her heart, Yang Tao, the person involved, didn't notice anything. He took two jars of spirits from the cabin, one for each person, "I never imagined that I could be in the same boat with Mr. Liu and drink against the wind."

"It's hard to imagine?" Jiang Pengji said, "I think it's expected, nothing new."

Yang Tao pondered her words carefully, and heard the arrogance and self-confidence in them.

He said that he never thought about it, both "I never thought that I would lose to Jiang Pengji" and "I will be reused after losing to Jiang Pengji".

Jiang Pengji's answer was very straightforward, she firmly believed that she would win against Yang Tao, and Yang Tao's failure was expected by her.

Alas, such an indebted person was not beaten to death with a sack.

Yang Tao has such a good temper and wants to smash Jiang Pengji, which shows how much people love and hate her.

"Did Liu Gong have such a temper when he was a child?"

Jiang Pengji drank half of the spirits in one gulp, propped her upper body up with her hands behind her back, and put her feet in the river water. The clothes on her body were half wet and half dry sticking to her skin, vaguely outlining Miaoman's figure. It's just that most of her body is covered by the cloak, Yang Tao doesn't pay too much attention to women other than his wife, the guards dare not look directly at her, and the salted fish only cares about licking Yang Tao's abdominal muscles, no one pays attention to her.

"What do you think?"

Yang Tao laughed, "If Mr. Liu had the same temperament when he was a child, he probably wouldn't be alive now."

This kind of unflattering temper is too hateful.

Jiang Pengji showed her white teeth with a smile, and her smile seemed to be two points brighter than the scorching sun above her head.

"How could it be? My personality was much worse when I was a child than it is now, and I will become mature and stable when I grow up..."

She didn't lie, she really had a bad temper when she was a child.

In the words of some old comrades in arms, every time she looks at people, she looks like someone owed her five million and has not paid her back, silent and gloomy.

It's just that the image of the taciturn Bingshan is not bad, but she is talkative when she speaks, and she has to talk people like glass.

Yang Tao laughed awkwardly.

Now that she is considered mature and stable, what should Jiang Pengji look like when she was a child?

The two drank more than a dozen jars one after another, and Yang Tao got drunk after drinking the third jar.

Although his drinking capacity is good, it is based on sake. The stamina of these spirits is not comparable to that of sake that has faded into clear water.

Although spirits are good, don't be greedy.

Jiang Pengji dried up all the remaining wine by herself, and threw the wine jars casually on the river.

After blowing the river wind for a long time, she said to the guard, "Go back, remember to make some hangover soup for him, so as not to catch the cold from the wind."

Wait for a group of people to land,

The clothes on Jiang Pengji's body were almost done.

He raised his hand to hang the Zhanshen Saber on his waist, and returned to his normal attire.

She jumped on the horse, and was about to give the order to go back, her brows twitched suddenly, her brown eyes under the sun were slightly dangerous.

"etc--"

The guard said, "Does your lord have any orders?"

Jiang Pengji said, "You take Yang Tao back by water instead, I want to walk alone."

The guards looked at each other, and said hesitantly, "Several military advisers have repeatedly told you not to let the lord be left alone..."

Jiang Pengji smiled and tightened the reins, the corners of her lips curled up a little indifferently.

"Am I the lord, or are they the lord?"

There was a chilling sternness in the neutral voice.

The guards half-kneeled on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. When they came back to their senses, they were shocked to find that the clothes on their backs were soaked in sweat.

"I just want to be alone, hunt some prey and go back. I will catch up with you soon, so I will report back to the military commander and them."

The guards didn't dare to hesitate, and could only follow Jiang Pengji's orders.

They didn't have the guts to ask why Jiang Pengji sent them away and hunted alone, but the salted fish were not afraid.

Jiang Pengji said, "There's an ambush ahead, and they're just dragging me down. There's no other output or contribution other than killing my life."

She made no secret of her disdain.

Salted fish: "..."

Is there an ambush nearby?

To be precise, there was an ambush in the woods ahead.

Everyone knows that Jiang Pengji is a maverick lord who loves hunting and drinking. Whenever she has free time, she will take people to hunt wild game. Hunting alone is also a common occurrence. She dared to do this, it was because of the boldness of Yigao people. There are people who can assassinate her in this world, but those people are all in another world. With only the combat power in this world, she has never been persuaded. But other people don't think so, especially the enemy.

[Ghost Talent Guo Fengxiao]: Suddenly there is a brain hole, if someone predicts——Xi is light and unprepared, even though there are millions of people, it is no different from walking alone in the Central Plains. If the assassin rises and falls, he will be alone. From my point of view, it will be lost at the hands of ordinary people... probably will be slapped in the face, right?

[Smuggled into Africa]: Hmph, where is "probably", I will definitely be slapped in the face, so swollen that my own mother can't recognize it.

With Jiang Pengji's strength, how could an assassin be enough?

Don't you want to touch the hem of her clothes if you don't bring in a mighty army of more than ten thousand?

The salted fish closed their eyes and praised Jiang Pengji. She was dressed in a round robe and red dress, with a high ponytail, a bow in her left hand, and a Zhanshen knife pinned to her waist. She entered the depths of the dense forest alone. When she easily hunted two roe deer, the sound of arrows piercing the air could be faintly heard...

These back arrows were all smeared with poison, and each one was aimed at her vitals.

Seeing that she didn't respond, the assassin secretly rejoiced.

But the corners of her mouth stiffened as soon as she raised halfway up, and Jiang Pengji, who was supposed to fall down from the arrow, did not fall down.

Taking a closer look, the other party was holding a familiar arrow in his right hand.

Just as an ominous premonition arose in my heart, I saw that red figure facing their direction with a bloodthirsty grin.

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