Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

They turned their heads and looked. Under the dimly dark dawn, the girl under the tree was playing with the acupuncture bag she didn't know where she had touched, took out a few slender silver needles, and smiled softly: "Sex is a disaster. , Cut to permanent rule."

Fuck!

Does this crazy woman want to castrate them all?

Zhou Shuai was already ignoring that his face was fanned into a pig's head by his little brother, and he shouted vaguely, "Run, run!"

A group of men were so frightened that they ran wildly in the direction they had just come. They swear that they did not run so fast when they ran a kilometer in the high school exam.

The mountain breeze blew hula hula, and all the clothes on the back were soaked with sweat.

They didn’t know how long they ran. The fat guy Zhou Shuai couldn’t hold it anymore. His legs were so soft that he stopped. A fat hand was resting on his knee, and he was constantly wheezing.[八一中文网www.81zw.xyz ] Breathing.

Huang Mao squatted behind, spitting out sputum and cursed: "Fortunately, you run fast. Fortunately, you run fast, otherwise it will be cold."

The tense nerves relaxed, Zhou Shuai softened to the ground and couldn't help but start bragging: "Damn it, Xiao Niangpi, if I usually would be the first..."

The idle and ethereal voice interrupted him: "Oh? Do you want to be the first one? I will fulfill your careful wishes."

Everyone froze in silence, and a group of people looked straight at the little partner, their backs chilled.

That voice...

Zhou Shuai shivered, turned her head to see, Bai Chuwei held a few silver needles that exuded a strange cold light in her hand, and looked at them with a smile.

"what--"

Everyone screamed, why are they still at the back door of Lingyin Temple? Haven't you already run away?

"Female donors, these people are so strange."

The little monk slipped out after the morning class. As soon as he left the house, he saw Bai Chuwei playing with her acupuncture kit, and seven or eight male donors lined up around a big tree for exercise.

The little monk has seen it before, and that's how the students in the school run around the playground.

Bai Chuwei didn't do anything, so she used a little illusion.

Zhou Shuai was so scared that he wanted to faint, watching Bai Chuwei holding the silver needle and constantly screaming: "Help, help—"

The ancestor sighed slightly, who is the victim?

Zhou Shuai was so scared that his scalp was numb, and he kept barking: "I am Zhou Zhen's son, do you dare to hurt me?"

Bai Chuwei was happy, and took the silver needle leisurely across Zhou Shuai’s face, smiling gradually: "Oh? You also know that you are Zhou Zhen’s son, and you don’t understand the relationship between me and the imperial capital Liu’s family. Find someone to harm me? Are you afraid that the Liu family will trouble you Zhou family?"

Almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, Zhou Shuai's greasy fat face had layers of disgusting goose bumps!

Bai Chuwei: "Answer me."

Zhou Shuai's brain was hot, and he shouted, "What the **** am I afraid of? Zhou Zhen, the immortal fellow, he will kick Lao Tzu out of Zhou's house. I still care about his Zhou's life and death?"

"Okay, I can't be a rich man anymore, I also want his Zhou family to die with him!"

Zhou Shuai yelled out loudly, and exclaimed with joy.

That's what he planned. Zhou Zhen now only has his new son Chen Chen in his heart. How can he remember him who has been like this for 21 years? Zhou Zhen's dog doesn't care about the love between father and son, so he wants the Zhou family to finish playing together.

Chen Chen wants to be a rich young man?

Pooh!

Let's be bankrupt!

"You beast, what are you talking about?!"