In a bedroom with gorgeous and luxurious furnishings, a very beautiful red-haired girl was tied firmly to a wide soft couch by a soft lambskin rope. A thin translucent pink gauze coat wrapped around her delicate and concave body, and her two straight thighs were extremely long and were kicking hard, trying to get rid of the shembskin rope. Her towering chest was undulating violently, and her white and soft breasts were trembling, and the gauze coat could not cover the two small white and bright red dots. Her little mouth blocked by a handkerchief made intermittent moans, and her beautiful blue eyes were full of fear.

The alloy door in the bedroom, carved with countless wind and cloud patterns, suddenly slipped silently. Dongfang Qing, who had long, tall, strong, dark and shiny hair scattered around his waist, quickly walked into the bedroom. Everything on the young man was impeccable. His face was almost perfect, everything was as perfect as a statue. As soon as he entered the door, he quickly took off his clothes, and a trace of trembling gloom and obscene suddenly appeared on his handsome face.

The naked young man slowly walked to the edge of the soft couch and looked at the red-haired girl struggling desperately on the soft couch. The red-haired girl saw him approaching her body, and was frightened and struggled violently. However, the more the sheepskin rope she was struggling on her limbs, the deeper it fell into her flesh, pulling the pillars at the four corners of the soft couch squeaked.

"Are you scared?" Qing young caressed the girl's cheeks lightly and suddenly pulled out the handkerchief from her mouth.

"Help~~~" The girl gasped for a few quick breaths and immediately screamed loudly.

"No,No,No,No." The young man hurriedly covered her mouth and smiled softly: "No, you can't scream. Playing games requires rules for playing games. I am a very law-abiding person, and any behavior that breaks the rules will be severely punished." His fingers were almost invisible, and the girl screamed, and a large stream of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. The young man gently flicked his fingers, throwing a big tooth that he had pulled out of the girl's mouth far away.

The girl looked at the young man in horror as if she saw the demon who came to the world in hell. She didn't dare to speak anymore. She was violently torn off a tooth, and half of her face became numb. This was a madman, a murderer, and an extremely perverted guy. The girl silently warned herself in her heart: Never disobey his wishes.

A little blood stuck to the young man's fingers. He put his fingers into his mouth, slowly sucking the blood on his fingertips, and said softly: "It's very sweet. You are a virgin, aren't you?"

The girl looked at the young man in a daze, and her eyes were wandering. The young man's lower body had already swelled in a terrifying way. The girl's body trembled uncontrollably, and a strange sound was made in her throat.

"The little lamb of fear is so pitiful." The young man looked at the girl's trembling body in a daze, gently stroked her with his left hand, and his right hand reached to his lower body and began to slander himself. His face was twisted, his eyes were filled with crazy pleasure, and his mouth was muttering: "Beautiful flowers cannot withstand the wind and rain. Beautiful flowers are destined to be trampled hard. The most perfect moment of beautiful flowers is the moment when they wither and scatter... so beautiful!"

A few minutes later, the young man's body trembled violently. He was stiff all over, and his mouth made a strange "hehe" scream. He pressed the girl's neck with both hands and pinched it tightly. Large amounts of sweat flowed out of his body, his muscles trembled suddenly, and even made a "giggle" sound in his body. In just a short while, a large area of ​​water had accumulated under the young man's feet, and his twisted face was extremely satisfied. The hard lines on his face gradually softened. The ferocious and obscene aura disappeared, and it was still the perfect face like a statue.

The girl's body was still struggling gently, and her neck had been twisted into a strange angle. The young man slowly exerted force with his hands, and finally a crisp sound of bone shattering came from her neck. The young man's body trembled again, and a large mess was spurted out of his lower body again.

Finally, he knelt on the ground, his upper body pounced on the girl weakly, and his face rubbed hard on the girl's soft but gradually cold chest.

"What a beautiful atmosphere. A weak and pitiful little lamb. A bud that is about to bloom. The breath of death is so beautiful." Qing Young moaned gently, humming a nursery rhyme in a strange tone. "La~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~", the gentle singing echoed in the bedroom. The dead girl and the young man singing, the atmosphere was so evil and mysterious.

The doorbell suddenly rang in the house, and a light curtain flashed from the alloy door, and a clean and neat young man appeared in the light curtain. The young man said respectfully: "Senior Brother, the sect leader is back, I want you to see him quickly."

The young man jumped up suddenly. He pressed the head of the bed casually, and the soft couch immediately flipped over, and the other soft couch that was exactly the same rose up. The original soft couch and the girl above him were gone. He asked in a deep and majestic tone: "Is the master back? Logically, he will stay outside for several months this time? Well, I'll come soon."

To the west of the Pampas prairie is the Andes. On one of the small hills that extend out, there is a low and inconspicuous white building with signs such as "Private territory, strictly forbidden to approach". The armed personnel of the brigade were carrying guns and wandering inside and outside the barbed wire. Hundreds of fierce fighting dogs appeared in the surrounding grass and trees. The air was filled with infrared, lasers, and microwaves that were invisible to the naked eye.

Mr. Feng Da drove a broken Toyota pickup truck and followed an equally broken dirt road and took Fang Wen from the wooden house. While waiting for the guards at the gate to open the heavy iron gate, Mr. Feng Da explained to Fang Wen: "The place just now is the base for daily training for our peripheral disciples. This is the core of our Fengmen in South America. On the Pampas Grassland, we have thirty-nine bases, with more than 5,000 disciples outside. You are my personal disciples, and you must know these information."

Mr. Feng Da looked at Fang Wen with satisfaction. Obviously, the performance of those outside disciples just now deeply shocked Fang Wen. This is very good.

After driving into the gate, Mr. Feng Da led Fang Wen out of the car, walked into a two-story white building, and descended from the elevator for about three minutes. The elevator shook slightly and stopped.

Fang Wen glanced at the dashboard on the elevator, which had been underground for more than 500 meters. He swallowed and asked in surprise: "Master, this is..."

The elevator door was open, revealing a spacious corridor with silver-white metal all over the four walls. The corridor was about one kilometer long and about ten meters wide. The walls on both sides were full of neat square holes. A red light that made people instinctively uneasy flashed in the small holes. Mr. Feng Da pulled Fang Wen, who was stunned again, and walked into the corridor. As he walked, he introduced: "There are high-energy lasers on the walls, which can penetrate the so-called most advanced main battle tank in the world within one thousandth of a second."

"Impossible!" Fang Wen screamed: "Master, don't fool me. Why am I the king of the car in Beijing? I also know these weapons very well, now..."

Mr. Feng Da interrupted Fang Wen's scream: "Can those doctors cure your injuries? Can you grow from less than 1.6 meters to 1.85 meters in a month? Can you grow from a monkey to this look?" After slapped Fang Wen hard, Mr. Feng Da said to him with a smile: "In the future, you will slowly contact the core of our Four Sects of Fenghua, Snow and Moon. We have some things that are unimaginable to the outside world."

Leading Fang Wen along the corridor for less than half of the distance, Mr. Feng Da suddenly stopped, and a door opened silently in the corridor on the left. Mr. Feng Da led Fang Wen in, and the door closed behind them again, leaving no trace on the corridor.

Inside the door was a huge corridor twenty meters wide, with forks extending to both sides, and countless men and women in white tights were walking back and forth. These people were walking so fast that they all had a sprint of nearly a hundred meters. Fang Wen was dizzy after just looking for a while, and he felt countless figures flashing by in front of him and almost fainted again.

Mr. Feng Da smiled, picked up Fang Wen casually, and ran along the corridor. Fang Wen could only hear the sound of wind roaring in his ears, and he didn't know how many ***s he walked around, and finally arrived in a very spacious hall. The layout of the hall was very traditional Chinese. Four huge palace lanterns were hanging from the ceiling, a complete set of Ming Dynasty pear blossom wood family rooms, a giant wooden carving was hung on the wall facing the door, the pattern of the wood carving was the wind dragon and cloud map, a giant dragon soared into the air in the strong wind, and countless winds and clouds were entangled on it.

Mr. Feng Da lashed out the dust on his cuffs, walked to the Taishi chair in the middle of the wood carving, and sat down, shouting in a deep voice: "Where has the boss gone?"

A tall young man suddenly turned behind the screen on the right side of the hall, the man who had just performed the unbearable scene in the bedroom. At this moment, he also wore a green robe with long hair loose, and walked out quickly. He bowed respectfully to Mr. Fengda, and greeted him in a harmonious voice with a spring breeze smile: "Master, why are you back early this time?"

Mr. Feng Da smiled softly, pointed at his eyes and looked at the home furnishings in the hall. Fang Wen was thinking in his mind how much money could be exchanged for if these furnishings were sold to the underground black market in Beijing, and smiled and said, "This is the close disciple of the master, Fang Wen. Fang Wen, I have seen your senior brother, and Feng Yuan, who is also the guardian of the Fengmen inner sect!"

Fang Wen blinked his eyes, and his dull eyes took back from a bronze incense burner placed in the corner of the hall. He walked towards Feng Yuan with a smile, and clasped his fists and saluted according to the style he saw in the TV series: "I have met my senior brother, and I will take care of you in the future. Hehe, take care of you." Fang Wen could look up and down Feng Yuan up and down, and the perfect and handsome Feng Yuan smiled brightly, but Fang Wen always felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Feng Yuan snatched up a few steps, enthusiastically grabbed Fang Wen's hand, and smiled: "I'll be my own brothers in the future, why should I be polite? My junior brother hasn't learned martial arts before?"

Feng Yuan's hand was damp and cold, and a biting chill ran through his heart. Fang Wen's body trembled for a moment, and Feng Yuan's hand reminded him of something that had appeared in his childhood nightmare.

He hurriedly pulled out his hand, Fang Wen bowed to Feng Yuan and said, "Please give me more advice, give me more advice." He did not want to look at Feng Yuan again, but strode to Mr. Feng Da and asked him, "Master, when will I teach my martial arts? How long will it take for me to fly?"

Because of his childhood experience, Fang Wen's heart had been tempered to be extremely sensitive. Feng Yuan had a smell that made him want to vomit. No, it was not the smell, but a disgusting smell from his bones. Even if he looked so perfect, Fang Wen felt that his perfect statue was full of rotten corpses and rotten flesh.

This is an extremely dangerous person, even a hundred times more dangerous than Lin Zhi, who wanted to abuse him to death when he was a child. Even the smile on Feng Yuan's face, Fang Wen felt that the smile patterns on the corners of his mouth were like sharp knives, and he could cut off a piece of his body at any time.

Only by getting close to Mr. Feng Da can Fang Wen feel a little safe.

Feng Yuan smiled, raised his hands behind his back, and stood respectfully beside Mr. Feng Da. He was a little shorter than Fang Wen, but Fang Wen was used to the gangster who used to be hunched over his legs, so he could look down at Fang Wen's choking smile from a high point.

"This is a rascal. Where did the master find such a person?" A sarcasm flashed in Feng Yuan's eyes: "His face was obviously made by the day after tomorrow. Where is I born so handsome and perfect. In his behavior, I am still very uncomfortable with his body, and my height is also made by me. Where is I as strong and perfect as I am. His temperament and temperament are just a gangster on the street, where is I as noble and perfect as me?"

"Master is so confused." Feng Yuan secretly gave Fang Wen a definition in his heart. He looked at Fang Wen, and the smile on his face became brighter.

Mr. Feng Da raised the front of his robe, raised his legs and said lightly: "Boss, the second and third brothers are all responsible in Europe. The Si Fang Wen just entered the door and didn't know anything. He taught him the Feng Yu Jing these days. He explained the Feng Yu Jing and lay the foundation. He will leave it to you."

He looked up at Feng Yuan and said seriously: "The Fourth Lao is a miserable child. Please take care of him in all aspects. You are the eldest. If the Fourth Lao is wrong, you will know the rules in the door." Mr. Feng Da's eyes flashed with cold light, which made Feng Yuan feel guilty. He hurriedly lowered his head and said loudly.

Nodding, Mr. Feng Da suddenly kicked Fang Wen on the thigh that was constantly twitching. He scolded: "Tomorrow, we will open the incense hall for our teacher and officially accept you into the game. Well, boss, don't rush to lay the foundation for Fang Wen. You can keep the rules and regulations and let Fang Wen recite them a thousand times first. Training his temperament well."

Fang Wen felt a series of complaints in his heart. He looked at Mr. Feng Da pitifully. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes had already revealed a thousand pleas and a lot of resentment. Mr. Feng Da rolled his eyes and said coldly: "There are rules in the door. I won't talk about this anymore. You will know in the future. However, if you stand, you should stand like a standing person; if you sit, you should sit like a sitting person. Fang Wen, when you enter my Fengmen, you should put away your previous temper. Don't be embarrassed in front of the fellow disciples of the other three sects."

"Well, okay, boss, you can take the fourth brother down now. He is not very comfortable these two days, so he just wants him to recite the rules and regulations first, go!" Mr. Feng Da kicked out and kicked Fang Wen far away.

Feng Yuan responded, his body soared into the air, drew a perfect arc in the air, grabbed Fang Wen's collar with one hand, and turned into the screen without touching the ground.

Fang Wen screamed loudly: "No, Master? Do you really teach me how to learn ancient Chinese? I have never read since I was a child~~~~~" The shrill cry just sounded, but it disappeared, as if Feng Yuan had sealed his mouth.

Mr. Feng Da smiled slightly, stood up and looked at the huge wooden sculpture behind him.

On the white yellow wooden board, the blue-black dragon was so conspicuous. Mr. Feng Da smiled casually and said, "Wind body, flower bones, snow brain, moon vein. Now my Fengmen has Fang Wen, the wind spirit body. How surprised will you be after he debuts?" Renda Chapter 1, Goodbye Chapter 6
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