Han Yun held the barefoot girl's throat with his left hand and wrapped her right hand on her moving belly. He looked like a winner who deserved a beating and said in a deep voice: "Master Dock Master, why don't you tell your master the name of your boudoir?"

The barefoot girl who was about to cry suddenly stopped in the clouds and rain, and the spring light became brighter. A touching smile appeared on the baby's face, and she said softly: "Master really wants to know the name of someone?"

"Nonsense!" Han Yun rolled his eyes and suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did this witch suddenly seem to have changed into another person? She almost cried just now. As she was thinking about it, the barefoot girl replied sweetly: "I'm called Zidi!"

"Your uncle! Zidi? A woman dares to call Zidi. Your master, I am Qingdi. From now on, I will call Zijuan, the little Dujuan's juan!" Han Yun curled his lips and said, "The girl's family is still learning from others to be the king and emperor. She is honestly used as a furnace for the master. She beats her less after serving her. You must pretend to behave, hang it up, and beat them all up!"

"Is that true?"

"Do..." Before Han Yun could express his word "ran", he suddenly felt something was wrong. A cold murderous aura came from behind, like a thorn on his back. He turned his head and looked at it. Han Yun was stunned. He saw a woman who looked exactly like a barefoot girl standing not far behind him. Her baby face was as solid as ice, and the murderous aura in her eyes was like a long sword with sheaths on Han Yun's throat. Han Yun felt a chill. As long as the other party's aura moved, the guy who was eating would have to fly away.

Han Yun squeezed out a flattering look on his face and laughed, "Haha, what a coincidence, you two look real, like fish and geese, and the moon is ashamed of flowers, everyone loves them, and the flowers bloom when they see them, and the boars bulged their cheeks when they see them. I was just joking, don't take it seriously, Lord Dock Master!"

"Hehe, it turns out that the master is joking?" asked the barefoot girl who was captured by Han Yun with a smile, but there was no smile on her face. The murderous intent in her eyes had reached a full state, and she would ejaculate at any time to tear someone into pieces together with the chicken.

"Haha, of course it's a joke. Our last bet was written off!" Han Yun smiled bitterly, but cursed in his heart: "Grandma, how many external incarnations of this witch have!"

"I'm not taking your dirty hands away. If I think there are too many claws, I don't mind taking one off for you!" The barefoot girl captured by Han Yun still said with a smile.

"Damn! A real man can bend and stretch, let you be proud for a while. It's not too late for ten years to take revenge!" Han Yun let go of the hand that held the barefoot girl's throat with a backbone, and smiled and said, "You guys are polite, how can you be so embarrassed to work on your old jade hand in this kind of thing? You sisters and I won't disturb you...ah...grass!"

Before Han Yun finished speaking, he screamed in pain and covered his lower body and squatted down. Tears were so painful that the old witch was so cruel that she actually used the evil "hooking legs and bounced the vagina". Oh my god, the earth! It was so damn painful. The barefoot girl turned around and raised her feet to greet Han Yun. Fortunately, Han Yun was thick in skin and flesh, but she was still kicked to the heart and lungs. Her throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out, but she still swallowed it back.

The barefoot girl's barefoot sucked Han Yun's body hundreds of times before she could relieve her breath. However, her eyes were red and she kicked Han Yun's butt hard, and then she formed into one with another clone with cold eyes watching.

The external incarnation is different from the Dharma-image clone. As long as the Dharma-image clone reaches the stage of the God Transformation, the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the soul can leave the body and become the Dharma-image clone. The Dharma-image clone can move within a certain range of leaving the body. The size of the activity range depends on the level of its own cultivation. Moreover, the Dharma-image clone is only the state of the soul and has no strength. The external incarnation is different. The incarnation is completely an individual with no limit on the range of activity, and it is a real existence. The mouth is real, the chest is real, and the butt is real. The strength of the incarnation depends on how you are allocated. Generally, the cultivators in the fusion stage can only transform into two at most, and their cultivation can transform into three at one body when they reach the Mahayana stage. The good use of the body-image incarnation takes up half of their good or bad things. The good naturally can do different things in different places at the same time. The bad is that the power is dispersed and it is easy to be defeated by others.

"Don't pretend to be dead, put on your clothes immediately, otherwise you will cut off your thing!" Zidi shouted coldly with a calm face. The baby face was angry and had no lethality. However, the dreamy eyes became extremely sharp and murderous. If the eyes could kill people, Han Yun would not know how many times had he died.

"Your sister, old witch, don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will use that thing to fuck you!" Han Yun cursed fiercely in his heart, and stood up expressionlessly. The barefoot girl Zidi hurriedly turned around and scolded coldly: "Rogue!"

Han Yun looked at Zidi's graceful back and his eyes flashed. He still didn't dare to attack again. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glared at the round and perky buttocks, and took out a set of clothes from the storage ring to put them on. Zidi then turned around and stared coldly at the slutty man in white Confucian blouse, and said lightly: "Support the things!"

Han Yun finally looked dark and said angrily: "A real man said something, it is hard to catch up. Lord Wuzhu can't be so shameless!"

"I am a woman, not a real man!"

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Han Yun almost choked, glaring at Zidi's childish baby face, almost greeting the other party's eighteen generations. Zidi looked at Han Yun coldly. Seeing this cunning guy being angry, he couldn't help feeling relieved and said indifferently: "If I do it myself, your dirty claw will be gone!"

"Damn!" Han Yun said a rough sentence. The dead pig said coldly without fear of boiling water: "The spiritual clean bottle has been integrated with the master, and I can't take it out!"

"Hmph!" Zidi snorted coldly, and two purple and golden light flashed in her eyes. Han Yun felt instantly oppressed by a powerful force and could not move at all. The difference between his cultivation level and the other party was not a small part. Zidi moved slightly and arrived in front of Han Yun, and stretched out his jade hand and grabbed Han Yun's right hand.

"Hey, jun... the woman doesn't move, don't...ah!" Han Yun felt his wrist being twisted hard, and a piercing pain came. Han Yun thought that his whole arm had been twisted by the cruel old witch. When he opened his eyes, he found that his right hand was still there, but it had been twisted and dislocated. When Han Yun thought that the witch was kind, he almost wanted to curse the next moment. Zi Emperor held his wrist and pulled it mercilessly. The muscles and nerves in the dislocated area could withstand such torture. Han Yun died of pain, and beads of sweat as big as beans emerged from his forehead like springs.

The purple emperor glanced at Han Yun who was sweating profusely, but he stared at him without a humming voice. Anger arose in his heart. He took action like the wind. Han Yun's other dirty hand that had once rampant in his sacred forbidden area was also pulled away.

"Ah, bitch, old witch!" Han Yun finally cursed in pain, his eyes almost burst into flames. The purple emperor's eyes turned cold, and he twisted Han Yun's hands hard. The bones pierced the muscles and nerves so uncomfortable. Han Yun gritted his teeth without a sound, and the beads of sweat dripped down his white cheeks like raindrops.

A hint of pleasure flashed in Zidi's eyes and she laughed, "Master, is it painful? Is he good at serving people?"

"Grass! Comfortable, let's have some more exciting things, I'm just about to move my muscles and bones!" Han Yun shouted with gritted teeth. The baby face of Zidi suddenly sank, and his slender index finger pressed against Han Yun's left eye, and said coldly: "Believe it or not, I'll poke your eyes blind!"

Han Yun gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Stop talking nonsense, just poke or cut it. If you don't kill me today, one day you will fall into my hands again. I will definitely "poke" you to death!"
Chapter completed!