The wretched heir of the main god

"Wait.... One person is short-witted, and everyone thinks too much. What is the use of a person sitting stupidly thinking? Change my situation, and then post it online to collect ideas from the masses. Kingly!"

Thinking of this, Wang Jianqiang immediately turned on his computer to surf the Internet, found one of the most popular forums he frequently went to, and used his computer knowledge to register a vest trumpet with an agent, and then posted a post.

"Breaking the brain, like this Detroit incident, if you meet the Dantong star person, the other person will tell you that he will randomly throw you into a crisis-ridden world of low martial arts and low demons! The golden finger for you can be installed What kind of equipment is better to bring with a cargo of 10,000 tons?"

The Detroit incident has triggered a huge news hotspot. The media is madly hyping time and space. As soon as the post was posted, countless people responded, and this topic was quickly hyped up.In the meantime, Wang Jianqiang gave a little guidance, and someone proposed the key point: Can the 10,000 tons be rotated into a space ring of 100,000 cubic meters.

Wang Jianqiang agreed with the situation.

As a result, a large number of netizens on the forum have put forward all kinds of ideas.They first assumed various dangers that might be encountered, and then proposed their own solutions.

Although the opinions and ideas of some netizens are all irritating, but there are also many ideas for constructing meaning.Sitting in front of the computer, Wang Jianqiang registered a number of vest trumpets in succession to stir the water, guiding these people to continue their brainstorming.

Two hours later, the post had been topped by countless netizens over 400 floors, and more and more people participated enthusiastically.Wang Jianqiang, who was on the line of Zhi Le De, couldn't speak from ear to ear.The number of meaningful ideas recorded by him exceeds one hundred.According to these ideas, there are thousands of materials that need to be added. Many materials are controlled commodities and cannot be obtained through normal channels. However, these enthusiastic netizens kindly put forward various solutions.

"Sure enough, everyone is gathering firewood and the flames are high. If you want to do big things, you can't be a lone ranger and eat alone!"

After this battle, Wang Jianqiang's idea of ​​accepting more younger brothers in the world of reincarnation became stronger.

"We must increase teamwork spirit!"

"Not only in the world of reincarnation, we need to accept the younger brother, but in the main world, we must also accept some staff members who can advise me. Just playing like this will cause a headache for confidentiality. What should I do?"

Sitting on the bed, Wang Jianqiang gradually fell into deep thought. It was not until the hour hand reached eleven o'clock and the people discussing this topic on the Internet gradually dispersed, he realized that there was one more thing he had not done.

"I don't want to do that much, let's go to Zhao Zhiruo's appointment first, and talk about it after solving her."

Thinking of this, he turned off the computer and went out. First he took a taxi to Zhao Zhiruo and Qian Jingya’s neighborhood, then found a dozen-storey high-rise building, took the elevator to the top of the building, and took it out as if he saw two Xiaoqiang a dozen hours ago. After an electric drone is assembled, it drives to the place where Zhao Zhiruo is.

"Slave number one, slave number two, your master has come to see you!"

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After coming out of the mission event, Zhao Zhiruo and sister Qian Jingya were watching what happened in Detroit throughout the day.In the rest of the time, Zhao Zhiruo contacted the family and used his father's relationship to prepare for the sisters to receive formal military skills training in the future.

Zhao Zhiruo now lives in his cousin’s house. Qian Jingya’s parents are away all year round. In his luxurious mansion in Haizhou, there are only two servants and a driver, which are usually empty.When they were free during the day, they both worked out in the private gym of the mansion.

On a hot day and deliberately not turning on the air conditioner, Zhao Zhiruo carried a barbell weighing more than one hundred kilograms or weighing several tens of kilograms. He had been practicing hard in the gym, often taking a break only once an hour.Qian Jingya couldn't do it anymore, she couldn't stand it after she barely practiced for more than ten minutes. She ran to the lounge next door from time to time, drank a drink, and slumped on the sofa to watch TV, trying her best to be lazy.

This is the difference in willpower between the two sides.

In order to adjust the jet lag, Zhao Zhiruo was still working hard in the gym by ten o'clock in the evening, and her cousin had already yawned and went back to the room to take a bath and sleep.At eleven, Zhao Zhiruo also stopped exercising, and then went back to the room to take a bath.

Dragging her tired body into the bathtub, Zhao Zhiruo stared at the lamp on the ceiling in a daze.

She has been in the bathtub for almost half an hour.

The tall and straight Yufeng swayed in the water because of buoyancy.The two bright red spots at the top are reflected by the light and water, and the light matte is so charming and lovely.

Looking down, the flat lower abdomen has no fat at all, and a full grip is just like the swaying wicker.Further down, between the two slender and firm thighs, the vigorous grassland is full of vitality.

The naked* naked female bodies are all beautiful to the extreme. When Zhao Zhiruo was undressing and bathing before, seeing her lordotic and curved jade body in the mirror, she couldn’t help being deeply attracted by it. Art from God.....

"No, it's not God, it's that bastard! It's all masterpieces of that bastard."

But when he thought that this piece of art was no longer perfect, Zhao Zhiruo couldn't help but hate the man who shaped her perfect body and tarnished this perfect man.

Suddenly ending the day and night, "hot weapon" life without shame or irritation, and returning to a safe and stable real world, Zhao Zhiruo, who had calmed down, felt a strong sense of discomfort.

Chapter 8 Isn't Saved...

Zhao Zhiruo, who was born in a military family, knows that psychologically, his condition is actually somewhat similar to the "forbidden" reaction caused by drug use.

For drug addicts, the level of pleasure produced by drug addicts is based on 10 as the standard.The pleasure index of sex between men and women is usually only 3. No matter how good the technique is, no matter how high the technique is, it is already top-notch to achieve 4 or 5.In general, the upper limit of human resistance to this desire is about five or six.

However, the King of Tian Butian Jue was strong, and with his anger on Tian Butian, Zhao Zhiruo's enjoyment index exceeded 10 every time in the past month.If the additional effects of the Vermillion Bird Sutra cultivated by Zhao Zhiruo are added, this forbidden reaction will only get worse.

Had it not been for Zhao Zhiruo's mental power index to be as high as 15 points, and she could temporarily resist one or two, she would have long been unable to control "love" Wang Jianqiang.

The Heaven-Mending Jue, the original Profound Sect Righteous Way Mind Method, has once again been used with the most evil effect on the most wretched heir ever....

Before she knew it, Zhao Zhiruo's breathing was getting thicker.

Before being violated by that damn bastard, she had bitten the quilt and secretly experienced the pleasure of rubbing with her fingers. She had also loved and caressed her body unconsciously in the bath, and had listened to her classmates or girlfriends Mentioned that fascinating thing, but after I really experienced it, I realized that it felt indescribable.

Subconsciously, Zhao Zhiruo stretched his right hand down...

"You bastard, you bastard, wouldn't you pursue me like a man? Why do you want to be so obscene, why do you want to be so dirty, why make me hate you so much..."

She cursed the bastard and imagined his nasty and nasty face, while she was underwater, secretly...

When it reached the apex, Zhao Zhiruo couldn't bear it either, and she let out a depressed moan, as if to vent all the grievances she had suffered over the past month.

"Ha...Ha...Ha..."

When everything was calm, Zhao Zhiruo stood up from the water, panting, her face flushed, and she didn't know if it was shy or lingering.

Seeing the redness on her face in the mirror, she suddenly picked up the toothbrush on the side, snapped it off, and then pierced the thorn on the palm of her hand forcefully, letting the pain make herself sober.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Zhao Zhiruo bitterly said: "I will not lose to you, I will find you, catch you, and then kill you... No, it can't make you die so happy , I will chop off your limbs and make you a human urn..."

Muttering in his mouth, cursing the daring bastard who didn't dare to show his face and didn't dare to come to the door. Zhao Zhiruo didn't wear any clothes. He wrapped his head in a towel and held a large white bath towel. He wrapped his body and returned to the room, facing the dressing table When she was about to take out the heater and blow her hair, she looked in the mirror at a man with a black headgear on his face and no clothing on his body.

"Hello, Slave One!"

The moment the lights went out, the last remaining image in the mirror was Zhao Zhiruo's face intertwined with anger and joy.

Thumping, the sound of the heater falling on the ground, and the sound of the mouth being covered, then the very brief sound of struggling and fighting, and then the whimpering of the mouth being plugged.

"At your strong request, I am here."

"Um, go to hell... Um..."

"I heard everything you just said..."

"Fuck...well..."

"Well......"

It's still the familiar smell, the familiar body, the nasty bad thing, and the familiar, irresistible, and unstoppable feeling...

Her already free mouth did not cry out for help, but opened it, and bit her silver teeth on the opponent's skin that was as hard as rubber.

The vow I made before in front of the mirror was quickly forgotten by the body.

Now Zhao Zhiruo, she only knows:

"You bastard, why, why is it still so wretched, why turn off the lights and cover my face, why don't you dare to see me in real face..."