Sword Three + Douluo, the Fortune-Telling God, the Second Part Sequel

Tang San nodded, discussed specific matters with Ning Rongrong, and walked to the dean's office after eating.

After Yan Lehe system returned to the dormitory, Yan Le threw the system away and fell backwards, paralyzed into a salted fish on the bed.

After thinking about it, the system still felt that he could save the host's virginity.

#Host's Chastity Safeguard War#

The system clenched the fluffy bear's paw, and prepared to embark on the road of defense with a look of inspiration.

After Yan Lemei was paralyzed in bed for a while, she felt a little bored. She couldn't sleep after eating, so she rolled around in the bed wrapped in a quilt.

As soon as Tang San entered the door, he saw a stern face lying on his bed, struggling to make a serious Yan Tuantuan.

Tang San stepped forward with a smile, and raised his hand to touch the top of Yan Tuantuan's exposed head.

Yan Le tried to force Tang San's chaotic right hand back with upright and serious eyes, but he obviously overestimated his current image.

Because he was rolling too happily before, the long quilt wrapped his whole body and wrapped it several times, like a large caterpillar, his hands and feet were still bound, only a frizz appeared. Little head.

Yan Le wanted to break free from the tight quilt on his own, but he didn't count that Tang San would come back so soon, and he was just lying on the bed close by (Tang San's) before. Now Tang San sees himself here. By the way, Yan Le's suffocated face flushed.

Trying hard to break free of the hand, but this is useless.

In the end, Yan Le could only look at Tang San who was standing next to the bed discouraged. He raised his head hard and said softly, "Third brother, I can't get out of QAQ."

Tang San suppressed the smile in his chest, stretched out his hand to support Yan Chong Chong, grabbed the quilt horn under his body by Yan Le, and let him out.

Tang San took care of Li Yanle’s messy hair after some tossing, and wisely skipped the previous things. "Lele, I borrowed a small house from Dean Flander. For the next two months, I will Retreat to make hidden weapons."

"Oh, then you go, do you want me to deliver food for you."

When Yan Le heard that Tang San was going to retreat for two months, he said carelessly that he wanted to help.

But Yan Le is also polite, well, think about where to go to play in these two months, hehehe—

"OK!"

Tang San smiled softly, breaking Yan Le's expectation.

Of course, let Yan Le help, otherwise, within two months, what if Yan Le has hooked up with some coquettish bitch.

Tang San's gentle smile was tinged with blackness.

...

Yan Le took the food box and walked on the small road in the village.

Since losing his mouth that day, Yan Le has been in charge of Tang San's three meals a day, and has come to deliver food to Tang San who was in retreat every day.

The food in the cafeteria today was very rich, with three dishes and one soup. The master knew that Tang San was going to retreat and gave Tang San two more buns each time.

After walking across the path, the hut at the end appeared in front of Yan Le.

The construction of the small house is very simple. It is made of rocks. Although it is not very regular, it is very strong and durable.

These are the most commonly used construction methods for ordinary civilians.

The room is small, nearly 30 square meters. Casting furnaces, calcining furnaces, anvils for striking, and casting hammers are all available.

Tang San was holding his upper body, carrying a forging hammer in his hand, his calf spurred his arm to exert force, hitting the fine iron block burned by the flame on the casting furnace.

Crystal clear sweat ran down Tang San's strong muscles, and the male hormones rushed toward his face.

Yan Le jealously glanced at Tang San's **** muscles, his sweat-soaked and shiny wheat-colored six-pack abs, and looked at his slender wrist and thin body.

Yan Le: When can I have abdominal muscles too!

System: You have it now, a whole piece.

Tang San felt Yan Le's stunning and coveted (????) gaze, and tightened his body without a trace, causing his muscles to buckle with his breathing, making him more sexy.

Tang San: Boss Dai is right, a real man should just take it off as expected, and it’s absolutely unambiguous ⊙⊙

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A short chapter, don’t drive today, the car will be changed every two days