The General’s Little Peasant Wife

She always thought Jomo Maple was at best like her brother, but now that she sees Jomo Maple so powerful, she realizes how stupid her thoughts are.

“Heart, what's wrong with you?” Lady Zhao looked at her daughter's pale face and asked with some apprehension.

“Mom, I'm fine, just thinking about something.” Zhao Xin shook her head. Now that she was going to marry Joe Mo Feng, it was simply a taboo at home. Daddy would definitely get angry when he said it. She wasn't the kind of person who didn't know what was good for herself and what wasn't, so she was acting very angry these days, but that didn't mean she had given up.

Excellent people like Jomo Maple would regret giving up, and a temporary retreat doesn't mean she can't really do anything.

As Jomo Maple's parents faded away from what had happened before her, she would reappear before them and show them a whole new self, as long as she was able to get their recognition, and then she would return all the shame they had inflicted on her, be it the couple or the children.

Zhao Xin was confident that, as long as she could get Jomo Feng to accept herself, she would be able to confuse him. As long as she could do this, how she would want to retaliate would be a matter of water to the tunnel.

Fortunately, Zhao Xin did not speak her mind, otherwise the Zhao family would definitely think that she was completely insane, which man with a brain problem would be seduced by such a woman.

“Jiao 'er is really good enough.” Zhao Mingxiang looked at Jomo's tiny body and stood proud on the stage, while the previous man had passed out completely.

“So arrogant, I thought it was just one bag.” Jomo snorted coldly and walked up to the person and kicked the person who had passed out directly from the top of the ring.

Looking at the blue-faced appearance of the person who was brought down from the ring, they all said that they didn't hit him in the face, but this little guy was totally kicking in the face, which didn't know how long it would take to get better, but the appearance of this person also reminded everyone of one thing, which is to be low profile, be careful what you say, and don't be too slutty, otherwise this is what happens.

Jomo stood on the ring, his eyes were calm and waveless. Those below him who had no strength and wanted to go up and show their faces were also silent. Just kidding, this little guy was so powerful, they shouldn't go looking for uncomfortable things after all, forget it.

At the impatience of Jomo and others, a strong teenager jumped onto the ring, wearing a short punch, and could see the muscle mass on him across his clothes.

“I'm Ishimatsu, I'm fifteen years old, so what... I just... wanted to come up and talk to you, no... nothing else.” Ishimatsu looked across the street at this little guy who wasn't even on his waist, and he was embarrassed to say that he was really afraid that they were saying he was bullied.

“Jomo, eight years old.” Jomo rubbed his neck. Isn't he too tall? Is he really 15? Instead of eating hormones?

One child, one teenager, two people, one thin, one tall and strong, in any case, has a sense of discord, but no one talks, instead looking at the two people on the stage with a strange quiet.

The Xiao family also felt a little crying. Isn't the gap between the two too big?

“Begin.”

When Jomo and Ishimatsu both made simultaneous moves, Jomo's eyes quickly lit up. This person had good power and had a lot of practical experience. He was a very good practitioner, but he was just too tall, giving him the idea of not wanting to fight him for a second time.

The battle between the two ended in a tie, and Ishimatsu looked excitedly at him: "Mo, can I go fight with you in the future? ”

“No.” Jomo refused without thinking.

“Why?” Ishimatsu was hurt.

“You're too tall to talk to you.” Jomo said in disgust.

He was already of the same age, give us higher, but after seeing this person, he knew what was tall, which is basically hormone eating growing up.