Chapter 1441: God King! (1/2)

Remember [Qianqian Novel] e! Then the dead net is broken!”

Jiang Chen froze, his eyes were cold.

Anonymous nodded subconsciously, he must know that Jiang Chen would not hand over his woman.

Only as Master Jiang Chen, he thought he had a responsibility to find a better way.

”How does the God-given daughter make people become martial arts? If you find out earlier, you have to start first, and there is no way for the Eighth World.” Wuming said.

”No clue at all.”

Jiang Chen also tried to figure this out, but after a few days, he found nothing but the impossibility of Nangong Xue's ingenuity.

”You've been in the cave, haven't you?”

Unknown suddenly said.

He also hesitated to talk about this issue, showing embarrassment.

Men and women are naturally imaginative.

Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and did not answer.

Anonymous knew that he was in a hurry and didn't mention it again.

Come back to the deity.

Ye Xue suddenly got up and flew to Tiangong, saying nothing, leaving only the back.

When Jiang Chen was puzzled, a voice of Nangong Xue was heard in his ear.

”Jiang Chen, want me.”

Jiang Chen was very happy, naturally he was very happy, and subconsciously said, ”It is not necessary to leave that night.”

”You're bad!”

Nangong Xuejiao was so shy that she stretched out her hands and reached Jiang Chen's waist.

Jiang Chen grabbed her wrist, pulled the beauties into her arms, and felt the soft, boneless body, breathing quickly.

”Wait a second, aren't you because of the God-given daughter?”

Jiang Chen, who was about to get on and off, suddenly understood.

Nangong Xue immediately denied, but the panic on Qiao's face still betrayed her heart.

”I don't want to cause you trouble because of myself.” Nangong Xue said.

God-given daughter, it ’s not clear what happened, but Nangong Xue can feel the change of her spiritual power.

That was a height she never dreamed of.

But if it would bring bad things to Jiang Chen, she would rather not do anything!

”You don't necessarily work like this.”

Jiang Chen's palm gently held the face of that melon seed, and the fair skin that could be broken was reddish.