C3 Rejection of Menghuang Decoction

The line of people, this bowl of soup down, from now on, Flu Shushu, industry, industry, three principles, the next life of people, who do not pray for wealth, peace and joy?

There was a commotion, and people rushed in.

Grandma Meng raised her head and scolded lightly, "Line up and drink the soup …"

She was lifted up by someone and did not even have time to shout to stop the woman who was rushing over.

"You will regret it!" You will definitely regret it. What's the point in remembering the memories of three lifetimes? You're bringing yourself trouble... "3000 meters of white hair …"

The woman who rushed over ignored him completely. She ran in the wind, in the rain, on the mountain of sabers, in the sea of flames, she grew up in an orphanage. Such a person was the best candidate to be a spy. Why was there hatred?

He held a huge charging pistol in his hand. Killing gods and gods, killing buddhas and buddhas. He was extremely happy.

"Bang, bang, bang …" "Bang, bang, bang …"

His hair tumbled as he grabbed the muzzle of the jet-black gun.

His hair was white.

As it turned out, people who didn't drink soup wouldn't die!

However, Samsara had arrived at such a worst age — a man's celibacy.

She suddenly opened her eyes and was covered in sweat.

He was in the tent, with two candles.

It was already within his sphere of influence.

There was no black muzzle, only an enlarged face, malevolent and proud. "Little Sheep, I forgot to tell you that you need water to dispel this kind of incense …"

Cold water was the best solution. After a bowl of water, he would immediately wake up.

But he had only "hot water," a thin kiss that slid from her face to her lips... He was as frivolous as a cat toying with a mouse.

The wound on his waist was still hurting. He had never thought that he would be injured by a woman in his life. If he didn't torture her enough, how could his hands be so sinister?

Lips, stop, on her lips.

Feel the wetness, a fresh wetness.

His mouth went, the tip of his tongue turned.

Unable to resist, she made a gurgling sound as something fell into her stomach.

A sliver of shock finally appeared in his eyes.

He was even bewitching as he laughed, "You won't die, Little Sheep. In these three days, as long as you behave, you'll be very happy …"

He wore a large black fur coat and his open chest was covered in muscles.

In modern times, even if he wasn't a bodybuilder, he would still be the best male model.

He held the little silver thing in his hand. "How do you play with this thing?"

So it turned out that he still hadn't figured it out!

She almost laughed out loud. How could this boorish fellow understand that he only had an empty gun?

This smile hid too much pride.

He glanced at it and lay down beside her.

The heat suddenly made it difficult to breathe.

His hand gripped her chin. "Women are the most heartless. If you want to negotiate with them, you shouldn't choose their most arrogant moments …"

Suddenly, he trembled.

This man was truly a bloodthirsty demon.

She was safe and rich, young and young. Because she had never been infatuated with anyone, she was now the most prideful and reserved woman in the world, just like a peacock that had just grown up.

All men were slaves.

However, they were still able to maintain their stubbornness and were still high up in the sky after the rain had rained down on them.

He did not speak again, but only moved.

The smell was savage and damp, as if it were his enemy.

She closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she remembered that when she was young, she was starving to the extreme. She had secretly followed a stray dog to the cemetery. She was exhausted, but the dog had fallen down before her. Dogs starve to death.

It was a winter, and everything was in a depression. He struck a match and lit up the area with a "hualala" sound.

Skinny puppies, skinny little girls, gnawing on a handful of bones.

At that time, her biggest confusion was: Would a dead dog feel pain?

There had never been an answer to this question.

Until now.

Now, he had become a gnawed bone.

Even if he died, he would still feel pain — he would be unable to struggle, unable to free himself, and suffering the kind of brutal pain.

The flickering candlelight had been extinguished at an unknown time, leaving only the light of the moon.

The woman in front of him had completely lost the bravery of the day. She was just lying there, breathing lightly. It was unknown if it was because she was angry or because of something else. He stopped, sweating, triumphant.

Conquering a woman's body was the only way to enslave her heart as one wished.

It was also strange that she did not cry.

Many women would cry at this moment.

However, she didn't. She didn't cry at all. It was obvious that crying was an exhausting process.

So unwilling, he attacked again.

It wasn't until almost dawn that he fell back, exhausted, into a deep sleep.

But she woke up from her dream, and she didn't feel sad. She just never stopped scheming.

Daybreak had arrived.

Two female slaves entered. They were young and pretty, around fifteen to sixteen years old.

They were all wearing the clothes of foreign races, and their shoulders were bare. They held the water they had washed, and knelt on the ground.

Shi Xuanyin stretched out his feet and a maid helped him put on his boots.

He looked around and saw another pair of boots beside him.

Lan Yu's heart tightened. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep without even looking.

Shi Xuanyin also had it. She stretched her legs and kicked it. "These boots are really good. I'll make a pair like this in a hurry."

Lan Yu heaved a sigh of relief.

But it was soon cold — he lifted the quilt from her body and laughed like a demon. He was never a patient person. It was like torturing a prisoner. After torturing him for a while, he would ask, "Are you admitting defeat or not?"

His body was suddenly exposed.

There were even two maids.

How could he persist on with that?

Although the Geneva Conventions stated that prisoners should be treated with kindness, which country, even in modern times, had actually complied with them? What's more, this savage and uncivilized ancient person.

She sighed and was pleasantly surprised to find that her mouth could now speak.

But she did not speak.

He was not alarmed by the sigh and thought it was just a vague groan.

It was a kind of ecstatic and hot feeling.

He embraced one of his concubines and asked excitedly, "Little sheep, are you willing to be like them?"

She rolled her eyes, and he didn't know if that was a pleasure or not.

However, he was slightly angered that he had not been able to get a positive answer.

"General …"

Loving!

What an extraordinary flirtatious act!

Before the person arrived, he arrived first. Xiang arrived first.

Even their footsteps were gaudy.

The woman in the gauze dress came in. When she saw the girl's black hair on the bed, she pouted and said, "General, it's been a while since we last met each other. So you've found a new partner …"

"My dear Jade Lotus, you will definitely gain some benefits."

Cui Lian was clearly someone who knew what was going on, "Oh, this girl is very lucky. She follows the general and eats a lot of food and drinks. "Come, come, we sisters will talk and serve the general well …"

Voice, it was a typical Chinese person.

Due to the change of situation, the number of women who went about their business was never small.

There were as few women as loyal as men.

She sat down affectionately. "Little sister, look at this skin. It's so tender and tender …"

The first to arrive was the biggest, and she considered herself to be a big sister.

However, she could not continue, because that pair of eyes that looked at her was really — too faint!

He was not afraid of being looked down upon, being insulted or being ridiculed.

He was afraid that the other party wouldn't even be willing to look down on him.

Cui Lian sneered.

"Look at you, high and mighty..." It could only be because of the general's new favor. There are so many beauties, I don't lack you … Oh, it doesn't necessarily mean that she's too shy …

He had been humiliated and now that he had been doted on, he had to vent his anger on someone else. Back then, who wasn't a golden lady who lived like a prince?

Moreover, a woman accepts kindness overnight and thinks that her body has paid a price. Who doesn't think that men will wholeheartedly devote their heart and soul to each other from now on?

She thought she was too delicate.

However, new beauties would always be born anew.

When a woman was harsh on a woman, it was even more vicious.

It was also because of this self-deprecation that he was always easily praising men.

"General, I can't serve your new partner."

Cui Lian twisted her waist, waved her handkerchief, and left.

Shi Xuanyin was extremely pleased with this scene.

When women stopped fighting for men, the world would no longer be fun.

He had always been a person who desired to stir up trouble.

"Little sheep, guess how many good men are waiting for you outside?"

He answered himself, "Not much, just my eighteen personal followers. When I get tired of them, I'll reward them. Hahaha, quite a number of people. You should have met him yesterday. Oh yeah, the one whose head was smashed by you, he still has a brother outside … "Ah, he will definitely 'greet' you …"

A tinge of fear appeared in her eyes.

Any woman would be terrified.

At this moment, it was time to negotiate the terms.

He felt that the time had come.

He smiled, satisfied, and put his lips to hers. "However, if you do something, it will change your fate."

"What do you want me to do?"

Her voice was slightly hoarse, mournful, timid, and a woman's voice.

He was very different from the Queen who was on a high pedestal yesterday.

He was very satisfied. "I want to kill someone!"