Having lived for 237 years, he has seen many more dances in the doomsday world that are far more charming and enchanting than An Qingjue's hot dance. There are exotic beauties such as cat girls, bunny girls, fox girls, etc. who have human bodies, animal ears and tails, and have been transformed by viruses, radiation, genetic parasitism, etc. Their dancing is simply fatal.

As for ordinary women, they can get whatever they want. Their breasts can be as big as they want, their waists can be as thin as they want, and their legs can be as long as they want. There are countless genes for beauty in the gene bank, and even their personalities can be set by implanting smart chips in their brains.

In the end times, the Science Cult is super powerful. If you want an elf, you can modify its genes, but most people die in a few years. If you want an angel with wings, it's easy. Do you want a small angel with two wings, or a big angel with four wings? Do you want white or pink wings? You can choose whatever you want.

Even palm-sized pocket elves can be created using genetic technology, but they will die within three days.

But he was still mesmerized by An Qingjue's passionate dance with a bit of youthful shyness. His sister-in-law's dance contained emotions, soul and touching feelings that the beauties of the last days did not have. A girl's dance for the one she loves is the language of her heart, a wish and a lifetime.

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When Yunluo, who was sitting on the fabric sofa, came to his senses, he found An Qingjue, covered in sweat, in his arms. The faint scent of lemon lingered in his heart. This was a little goblin, who opened his hazy eyes and looked at his brother-in-law boldly and timidly.

Smiling gently, Yunluo lowered his head and gently kissed An Qingjue on the forehead: "I like Qingjue's dance very much."

"Well, brother-in-law is the best." After receiving the praise, An Qingjue felt that all the hardships she had endured for practicing dance were nothing. She had wanted to have a place of her own in Yunluo's heart since she was a child. She was not just a well-behaved and sensible sister-in-law. She also wanted to have her own love, but her sister was a stumbling block and her brother-in-law was even more silent.

"Okay, be good and take a shower, otherwise you will catch a cold." Yunluo was curled up in the arms of a charming girl, feeling the softness of her breasts, the slenderness of her waist, the elasticity of her hips, and the smoothness of her arms and legs. Yunluo did not want to cross the immoral red line with his sister-in-law, nor did he want to accept An Qingjue as his third girlfriend.

He was already troubled by Yan Chenyu's matter, so how could he possibly provoke the even more troublesome An Qingjue?

This is not a strange girl, she is the good sister of his confidante, the biological sister of his girlfriend, and the little sister he has raised since childhood. Yun Luo's feelings for An Qingjue are more of a brotherly and sisterly relationship. He doesn't think that every man is a scumbag.

"I hate you." An Qingjue shyly raised her head and kissed Yunluo on the cheek. She originally wanted to kiss her brother-in-law on the mouth, but she felt embarrassed. If she was rejected by Yunluo, her heart would be broken.

Yunluo watched An Qingjue walk into the bathroom in a swaying manner, then returned to the bedroom, grabbed the cute animal Tangtang who was pretending to be dead, and rubbed Tangtang's sleepy face. The furry touch was super good. Tangtang's sapphire eyes opened a little, and when she saw that it was Yunluo, she let him go, and even shook her big tail to join in the fun.

After thinking for a while, Yunluo opened his laptop, turned on the desk lamp, and sat down to write the manuscript, quietly and at ease.

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After taking a shower and feeling fragrant, An Qingjue picked out a Bohemian-style long skirt that wrapped up her good figure. The long skirt covered her curvy calves and round ankles. An Qingjue wore a pair of cute pink sandals and ran out excitedly to find Yunluo. She walked into the bedroom when she heard the sound of typing on the keyboard.

An Qingjue watched Yunluo writing the manuscript silently, and felt that her brother-in-law was really handsome when he was serious.

After thinking a lot of random thoughts, the more he looked at Yunluo, the more he felt in love. An Qingjue blurted out on impulse: "Brother-in-law, let's have a relationship."

"How can we fall in love if we are of different genders?" Yun Luo said without even turning his head. Anyway, if he didn't respond to his sister-in-law's words, it would lead to a lot of tangled things that would be difficult to sort out and would be very annoying.

"No, brother-in-law, just talk to the Lun family. The Lun family has no intention of competing with my sister. I just want you to teach me how to fall in love. I am still a novice in love. If I am deceived by other boys with a few nice words in the future, I will be unlucky for the rest of my life."

An Qingjue would not give up easily. She laid her soft body on Yunluo's back. Her delicate arms were slightly cool and carried the scent of lemon. She gently hugged Yunluo's neck, put her little mouth close to Yunluo's ear, and her breath was as sweet as orchid.

Yunluo really thought about An Qingjue's suggestion to increase her love experience, not for anything else, but to protect her little sister from being cheated of her moral integrity by the bad uncle. In the end, Yunluo shook her head and didn't agree. It was good enough for An Qingjue, this little devil, not to harm men, how could she be cheated of her feelings and body.

An Qingjue didn't know if she was blinded by love, and she said something she shouldn't have said: "Brother-in-law, our family won't compete with my sister, and you still don't agree. Humph, I'm angry. Well, at most, our family won't compete with Sister Chenyu."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Xiao Qingju, stop making a fuss. Your sister Chenyu and I are just good friends." Yun Luo ignored his sister-in-law at all. He tapped on the keyboard with his ten fingers, without even stopping for a moment, to perfunctorily answer Qingjue.

"You are lying, Tangtang. I don't believe you. I would have believed you if you said this before I came to college, but I've been watching the show for a whole year. How could I not see that something is wrong between you and Sister Chenyu? It's just that your sister is too stupid to know." An Qingjue was so emotional that she wanted to overturn the table and have a showdown with her brother-in-law.

Yun Luo smiled slightly, turned around, touched An Qingjue's head, and said with a smile: "How can we fall in love if we are of different genders."

"I'm angry! I'm really angry!" An Qingjue angrily knocked her brother-in-law's hand away, clenched her pink fist and screamed loudly, her beautiful eyes wide open and her breasts heaving.

Yunluo ignored her. It was normal for children to have temper tantrums occasionally.

Little Tangtang stood in the pine box like a curious cat, scratching the box with her two cute little paws, watching the show with her sapphire eyes, shaking her head, and wagging her big fluffy, bright red tail. She said she thought it was very interesting.

The two of them fell silent for a moment, and no one spoke, until the ethereal sound of wind chimes rang out. It was a call from Yan Chenyu.

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"Blood Hand Slayer is a fool, a idiot with a head full of muscles. Master Fire Crow, I'm back again, bite me if you dare!"

Fire Crow has a face as white as paper, and looks like a handsome Korean uncle, but his temperament is mature and a little neurotic. Wearing a mix-and-match style of Korean fashion brands, Fire Crow is a Korean party member, and he strongly supports the economic development and cultural prosperity of his country. As long as conditions permit, he will choose Korean products for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Even the rice balls that Fire Crow was eating while walking were sold by a Korean. Fire Crow had seen a copy of the Korean's passport before buying anything, and he was a genuine Korean.

A few days ago, Fire Crow had all its ribs broken by the Blood Hand Butcher Shang Chao, but he didn't take it too seriously and just used his true strength to connect the broken bones. He thought he would be fully recovered as long as he rested for a few days. The evolvers are so confident.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

However, the Shang Dynasty had beaten the Fire Crow into a shit jar, causing the Fire Crow to be covered in shit. This revenge had to be avenged, and after taking a fresh flower bath for three days and three nights, the Fire Crow finally ran to a location in China of the First Legend of Korea, called the Korean headquarters and asked for a large amount of supplies to speed up its healing.

External injuries to the skin, flesh, bones and internal organs are minor matters. The tricky thing is that Blood Hand Man Butcher's Tai Chi has damaged the meridians and acupoints through which Fire Crow's top secret weapon runs. This is fatal. If Fire Crow slowly heals himself, it will be gone in a month or so. This is absolutely intolerable.

After a lot of trouble, Fire Crow took care of his wives and children, and stole a car to drive back to West Lake City. Halfway through, the car ran out of gas, so the depressed Fire Crow stole a motorcycle on the road. The unlucky Fire Crow was hit by a car while riding the motorcycle. Damn it.

If the Fire Crow hadn't been seriously injured, causing its perception to be weakened to that of an ordinary person, even a speeding top-of-the-line sports car wouldn't be able to hit the Fire Crow. It really makes me so angry just thinking about it.

Fire Crow spat out several mouthfuls of blood, got up angrily and beat up the car owner so badly that his mother didn't even recognize him. He then stole the car and drove to the vicinity of Xihu City, where he pushed the car into the river. This was the typical behavior of a Korean idiot.

These minor problems did not stop Fire Crow from running back to the Higher Education Park in West Lake City to seek revenge on Sword Demon and Blood Hand Man-Slayer. Of course, the most important thing for Fire Crow was to kill Sword Demon, and revenge on Blood Hand Man-Slayer was just a joke.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is Fire Crow's hobby. They can't beat the Shang Dynasty, and they can't beat the Blood Hand Man-Slayer anyway. Fire Crow doesn't want to be beaten by the Shang Dynasty again, because this is China's territory. But this doesn't mean Fire Crow won't retaliate against Baxia. Anyway, Baxia won't really come to hunt down Fire Crow for trivial matters.

Judging from the Sword Demon's several battle records in the Black Domain, he is definitely no match for an eighth-level evolver. Fire Crow is very confident that he can catch the hide-and-seek Sword Demon and chop him into pieces to avenge his precious daughter.

Unfortunately, Fire Crow hasn't fully recovered from its injuries yet, and its level eight combat power is a bit unworthy of its reputation. It's best not to use the air combat route of the Flame Wings, as that would easily lead to further injuries. The First Legend is not Fire Crow's small treasury that can give you whatever you want.

None of these could stop the insane but broad-minded Korean idiot Huo Ya. After squatting at the door of the women's restroom and pondering for a day, he saw a drunk man staggering into the women's restroom. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and he slapped his thigh and shouted, "Beggar, it's decided to be you!"

There were many screaming female voices coming from the women's restroom. Fire Crow laughed loudly and left, and was called a psychopath by a group of people behind his back.

It’s the 100th chapter! The author has written 330,000 words!

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The author is quite curious. After calculation, there are 500 recommendation votes and 200 Sanjiang votes, which means there will be three or four updates a day this week. I didn't expect everyone to be so considerate of the author, allowing me to be lazy for a day.

Damn it, the author's laptop is infected! There is no problem with other websites, but the author can't upload chapters in the background. When I upload, it is some damn code data. The author is furious. I went to Baidu and spent three hours alone! Finally, I got it back by running and modifying the code!