: I'm a little busy with my husband

Fatima packed the tents at the water snake waist, but she had no intention of leaving. On the contrary, she had some tempting smile on her face and slowly shook at Zhao Fubo with a charming charm. Her soft waist was like boneless, and even just looking at it, Zhao Fubo could feel that her waist was so soft that it could be folded at will.

Seeing their performance like this, the smart Manfred seemed to immediately remember that he should practice shooting. Even if he wanted to go to the military academy on Socotra Island, it would be too embarrassing to let others compare themselves. When Manfred left knowingly, the air in the room became romantic and ambiguous because of Fatima and Zhao Fubo's eyes.

Zhao Fubo could smell the faint perfume from the window. There was also the slight breeze from her body. It also had the smell of Fatima, the burning desire. Although Zhao Fubo couldn't say what it smelled, in summary, it should be feminine.

After actually fighting for so many days, Zhao Fubo already had some need. At this time, Fatima, who came to Zhao Fubo, put his plump and gentle red lips in Zhao Fubo's ears.

"Original, you left us in Genoa for more than a month, do you know...?"

The heat rushed into his ears, and a numbness that seemed to come from his bone marrow, which was irritated and penetrated into his heart along his ears. Zhao Fubo reached out to wrap his hand around Fatima's slender waist, and felt her smooth skin and soft body under the thin summer clothes with his fingers.

"I know, so..."

Just as both of them were already pounding violently due to love and the "dongdong" fiercely, a gentle sound came from an inappropriate sound. However, the subsequent sound was not so gentle. The cold fear brought by the blade appeared behind Zhao Fubo. He jumped up with Fatima in his arms, and the next moment the chair in his hand had already flew out.

"Crazy..."

The sound of the chair being hit into pieces by a long knife came. Uncle Zhao Fu, who had completed this action, still hugged Fatima and did not let go. He even made a date in Fatima's ear with *** words.

"Oh, I feel that the vacuum packaging feels so good. I've been going on now... I'm a little busy with my husband now, let's talk about it later. There's also this bad thing - Leng Bingbing!"

Behind Zhao Fubo was Amina, the knife in her hand was still posing as if the chair had just been cut off. Although Zhao Fubo's voice was not loud, she also heard it very clearly.

"Hmph, although you have good ability to avoid assassination, I will change the stabbing sword next time. You know, the head of the family, there is not much sound!"

Zhao Fubo has already practiced Amina's assassination training and made perfect. Therefore, he didn't care about Amina's threat at all.

"Okay, I'll use a gun next time, and I'll kill you tonight!"

This ambiguity is so a bit lustful and lewd, Amina can naturally understand it. Unfortunately, her eyes are clearly distinguished by black and white, but she does not give Zhao Fubo any ambiguity, but instead smiles coldly.

"Okay, let's see if I'm free tonight!"

After saying this, Amina moved her feet to the door with cognitive cognition. She knew that the head of the family would be "crazy", but no matter when or where. Looking at the malicious intention in Zhao Fubo's eyes, Amina suddenly remembered something.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you that I was ordered to invite you. Because someone was wondering whether the sword we sold to them were better than the knight sword in Europe. And what he said was that the sword would change not only the weapon system, but the fighting method it wanted to change, so..."

Zhao Fubo was depressed and knew that the things he was about to do that he could not do. The flames that had already burned in his heart turned into anger at the provocative guy.

"Who is it? I am not selling weapons to him, but to their emperor. If I are dissatisfied with what they do, I will not go to His Majesty Louis IX or His Majesty Frederick II. And Amina and Muke have always been his strengths to deal with such guys!"

A smile flashed across the corner of Amina's mouth, and she felt that she hadn't seen it for a long time. Zhao Fubo had fought with someone. Especially after having the firearm, he became much lazy. Amina didn't like this.

"Muk, Muk is training the army. Haven't you heard those gunshots? Who said that summer training is the three-day summer training, and winter training is the three-day nine!"

Zhao Fubo's heart became even more angry when his woman exposed the scars in front of her. However, when he met Amina's cool eyes, he knew that he would not be angry with her.

"Okay, since someone is not convinced, I should let him see and see, otherwise he would think I look down on others. Let's go, the two ladies, and I'll give him some good-looking colors."

Zhao Fubo's arrogant words were naturally ridiculed by the two of them, but Zhao Fubo did not have the usual cold smell of his own woman. He reached out and pulled the sword next to him, and accompanied by the two women, he went to see the guy looking for a slaughter.

When he saw that person, he understood everything in his heart. This was not a question of weapons at all, but another political game. Prince Enchio was holding his long sword in his hand, obviously waiting for someone.

It was obvious that Conrad IV contacted himself, so naturally he had already stood 60% of his feet in the position of the Holy Roman Emperor in the future. If there was no other change, then a brave Prince Enchio, who had been following his father in battle with the pope's army, had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Fubo is both pity and a pair of Prince Enchio who has some turmeric beards in front of him, and a pair of blue-eyed princes who are full of favorable blue eyes. It is pity that his efforts have been wasted, and the annoying thing is that he disturbed his good things.

"Why, Your Highness, do you suspect that the swords we made are not as good as European-style long swords? Actually, I don't feel that everyone is dressed up, it's just your father... your father wants to completely standardized equipment, so..."

Although Prince Nqio's anger almost spurted out of his eyes, he still maintained his superficial politeness.

"Yes, your Majesty, you are completely right. That's why I hope we can discuss and show my father what you just said is such a wise truth!"
Chapter completed!