Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Coming.” Yunting also knows how powerful these murderers are. Most importantly, the teeth of this thing may have some germs. If they are bitten, God knows what will happen.

Yunting did not affect the movement under his feet. After responding to the sound of the trees, the toe jumped towards the side, then on the well wall a little bit, another slip, borrowed a little force, and then grabbed the rope on the top of the trees smoothly.

His string of moves is a bit like the flying eaves in Mr. Kim's recent martial arts novel.

Actually, there are no flying eaves walking the wall, just skilled. After all, it's a kind of rock climbing that borrows from walls and then adjusts direction.

The trees were still half bodied outside, suddenly felt heavy on the barrel, the barrel fell on the ground, a breath fell more than forty centimeters.

Good thing the people on top reacted quickly and stabilized quickly.

The trees felt the weight of the clouds, which relieved the breath, and the whole person hung up on the side of the barrel as if they had fallen out.

She wanted to go back to the barrel, but she was too nervous, and now she has soft hands and feet and no strength at all.

After all, she's just a little girl.

Scared by these murderers, especially the men they love, they're surrounded by these things, and they're even more nervous.

Now relax, everyone's soft!

But the problem is again, the wood hair is too long!

It's okay to have long hair on a weekday.

But at this moment, she was half-bodied outside the barrel, and the rope broke off, and then drowned in blue wire and drowned.

The tree's long hair was so enviable that it drowned directly on the ground.

Originally, it didn't reach the ground. When Yunting grabbed the rope and added weight, the people on it failed to notice, causing the barrel to fall a distance, which caused the trees to fall long.

The consequences of a long hair landing were severe, and the murderers crazed along the trees' hair, climbing up.

“Ah!!!” The trees screamed and screamed.

Cloud Ting is even faster, the flying knife swirls and brushes, and the trees are cut off with long hair and shoulders.

Long hair landed with murderers.

“My hair. My hair.” The trees burst into tears.

The bun, which had been nestled in the arms of the trees, rushed out, like a snow-white mink rushing straight down, and emitted:

“Ow!!! Ow ~!!!” The roar.

Strange to say, the murderers, a little panicked, like frightened, fled.

While they were fleeing, the buns clawed together and held the long hair of the trees cut apart like straw.

That's great. Hold your hair and it won't go up!

“Bao, you come on up.” The trees are also in a hurry.

If you don't let go of the bun, you won't let go! Nobody's taking the master's hair!

But it doesn't have pockets, it just has four claws, two front claws hold the hair humanly, and then the strength of the rear claw alone can't get up the barrel.

After all, the bun was just a little animal, and it didn't know what to do, so it had to whimper on the ground.

Strangely enough, the murderers were surrounded by buns two metres apart, dying to stay away.

When the buns stopped screaming, they wanted to get a few steps closer, and the buns yelled again, and they backed off.

And the higher the barrels of the trees, the higher they are, they're already halfway up.

Poor Bao looked at the barrel and looked down at the master's hair, his little eyes full of tangles.