Water flowing clouds

Like a thousand illusions, delusional thoughts are like demons, a fleeting thought is enough to induce a "god" who has suffered so much to do something beyond his original intention.He freed one hand to hold He Jingzhen, squeezed his wrists tightly, bent them back, and bent them into a critical angle. As long as the heart is bent, the two arms will be smashed from the root, and no panacea can save it Back to such a complete fragmentation.

He Jing really didn't understand his actions until the last moment.As soon as he came up, he cut his hands back, covered his mouth and nose, licked and gnawed his lips on the pit of his neck, thinking that he had been dry for a long time, and all his mind was on quenching his thirst, but he didn't expect that he was really I want to cripple him once and for all.

It turns out that a love debt that never dies has never stopped growing in the past two years, and has always had a tendency to become dull and bad. The moneylender is eager to stop the loss, even if he finally gets a half-dead cripple, he doesn't care about it .Tie it back and continue to be imprisoned. It’s even better if it’s disabled. He handles all food, clothing, housing and transportation by himself. You depend on him to feed every food and drink, and you need him to support you in every move. Sticky, much more cost-effective than a full beard and tail!

"click".A crisp sound.It's dislocated.It's still early, it's not dead yet.

The pair of blue pupils of the witch god showed a frightening fascination in the pitch-black tent, which was the longing for "thick and sticky".

hurt?Can you groan in pain?Instead, call, call someone, call those thousands of people outside the camp to save you, hurry up if you want to call, or it will be too late...

He is not afraid of him shouting, he gags him.

One hand tore him hard, while the other gently ravaged his lips.A thin layer of calluses covered the pads of the fingers, gently rolled over the upper lip, and then slowly brushed over the lower lip.A numb itching on the lips is far more depressing than a dislocation.

Fengyue is like a knife, this time not only his body will be harvested, but even his life will be harvested, and if he is not harvested, he will be cut into an "object" that has no other use except as a "pillow mat".

Pained to the point of being powerless, my heart also dropped.He Jing really thought: Forget it, no more earning, no more fighting, since he wants an "object" so much, at least he should help him...

The witch god used his strength to the critical point, and was about to break his arm, when suddenly he felt that the people under his hand gave up, and they didn't even make any effort.Does this make sense?More than two years of skin truth, which time was it not a fight to fight for one's life, one's heart would not die in the Yellow River, and one would not look back after knocking down the south wall?In surprise, a sticky and fishy juice overflowed into his palm.Calcium carbide flashed, his thoughts flashed, and he immediately knew what he had done.

Want to bite your tongue and kill yourself? !

He pinched his mandible hard, forcing him to retract the tooth socket that closed the tip of his tongue, and then stuck his finger in to check the injury. After checking, the witch god was going crazy with pain—there was only so little flesh and blood left. In Silian, if you are one step behind, there will be no future.At most, leave an empty shell for him to take back and put it in the tomb, and the rest are just "death in the same hole".

Everyone lives in peace?Everyone lives and dies?Thinking that looking for life and death can stop his harvest?It's a good idea!

He unloaded him on the ground, pried open his teeth, and stuck the tip of his tongue in to mend the terrible wound.Use Gu worms to make up.Love Gu has three functions: arousing desire, linking life and death, and moving body to hurt.Injuries, no matter how severe, can be transferred from one person to another.The sorcerer is a divine medium, so such a small injury is not in his eyes.It's just that sadness and resentment are unavoidable.Saddened by that person's "reluctance" over and over again, annoyed at myself for indulging that person's "reluctance" over and over again, I couldn't bear to accept him.Sad and annoyed to the point of being disheartened, she finally fell into the old routine.He held him tightly, broke his grip, his two faces pressed against each other, and he didn't move, he was panting so badly, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and all thoughts were lost.A pair of blue pupils of the Witch God shone like wildfire in the thick black tent, and the beast nature escaped from the divinity.From this crushing and deepening, He Jingzhen once again realized the huge gap between them, whether in terms of body size, physical strength, or endurance, from the outside to the inside, from the beginning to the end, from the past to the present , and then to the future.Ordinary people's skins as small as dust are stubbornly resisting in the face of such a strong force. To put it bluntly, it is a tenacity that would rather bend than to bend.But he would rather not bend, and use a mantis arm as a cart, and he has no choice but to use his last bit of strength to resist someone who wants to break him or run him down, that is his instinct.It is not enough to dispel his dust-like resistance.It was before, it is now, and it will be the same in the future.A pair of dislocated arms had just been connected, and the pain was still quite lingering, so he dared to throw his fist out.What good can be done by acting so recklessly?He was amputated by the witch god with one hand, tied with a piece of rope, and nailed to the ground, unable to move, kick, kick, up, down, or up, like a piece of dead meat, ready to be teased.

Start from the places where he feels the most pain - earballs, collarbone, waist valley...

When he got down to the base of his thighs, He Jingzhen, who was nailed to death, tensed up, and he straightened up repeatedly like crazy, trying to hide from his mouth. Hide out of it, hide out of the burning desire that he has been refusing to admit.Where can I hide?More than two years of skin truth, the witch god has already touched him thoroughly. He can't hide anything, can't hide anything, and black lights and blind fires are the same. It doesn't hinder him from harvesting and rolling over and over again, rolling out his skin. A string of sensual low/wheezing voices.

The dog skin plaster is already awake with a pair of dog ears, and with my inner concerns, I pay special attention when walking outside the tent.As soon as you pay attention, the series of deliberately suppressed panting can't escape.The first thing he thought was that the love gu had flared up again, and then he thought that he should prepare cold water and hot water, use the cold water to soak the hand towel and put it on his forehead, and use the hot water to soak in the bath.Then I thought about the folk prescription I got a few days ago. The materials were prepared early in the morning, and I kept it away for fear of being rejected. Now it's time to "treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor". Do you want to cook it right away and bring it over?In the end, I decided to do nothing, and the most important thing is to take a look first!

Goupi Plaster made a big mistake, he broke in so silently, it was inevitable to break through this ambiguous matter.If he had coughed and greeted in advance, He Jingzhen would have stopped him no matter what, so as not to cause him to know the truth and lead to a murderous disaster in the future.But he didn't, what he wanted was to act in a hurry, trespassing once was nothing.Who knew that the only trespassing time would encounter such a terrible situation?

At that time, he held a broken horse lantern in one hand, and lifted the curtain with the other to sneak in.The lantern was old and the cover was frayed, so the light it emitted was faint and weak, so it took him a long time to find the tightly entangled pair on the ground.Thinking that the eyeballs were as blurred as the lampshade, he rubbed his eyes, lowered his voice and called hesitantly: "Brother...is that you?"

As soon as he made a sound, the one-on-one entangled in vines and trees froze for a moment.

He Jingzhen slowly closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again. When that kind of thing came to an end, the shame that a hundred deaths would not be enough to pay for made him not know where to go, and he curled up in the arms of the witch god like a child, without moving.If he still knows how to change things and tell the uninvited guest to get out with a shout, everything can still be restored.Lost the opportunity, followed by runaway.The uninvited guest moved forward a few steps with the lamp in hand, first saw a strand of silver hair flowing on the ground, followed the silver hair to look for it, and saw a half-human face with high nose and deep eyes, blue pupils and red snow skin lip.My heart skipped a beat, and I boldly continued to search. I saw another face below that face. The two faces were so tightly pressed together that I could even guess the pale and blue face below. Where did the strand of fresh blood dragged out from the side come from?Guessing a way of origin, all kinds of ways of going out will be opened automatically.There is no need to look closely at all, imagination can restore the previous scenes one by one, even the corners are not missed.Including how this half-human "thing" sneaked into the camp, how to get it, how to get addicted, how to entangle "addiction" again and again; There is me"; being startled by his intrusion, the unstoppable convulsions of the lower body tightened, how ecstatic the body that was going deep into the upper body...

The lantern fell straight from the hand to the ground, the lampshade fell to pieces, the wick lingered on the ground, jumped three or four times, and went out.It was pitch black again.As the imagination was extinguished along with the lights, a kind of fear instinctively appeared in the dog skin plaster messy mind.What are you afraid of?He couldn't tell, he just wanted to sneak out of the tent, find a place to hide, and calm down.He fumbled towards the exit, a gust of savage palm hit his face, and then pinched his throat with one hand, and forked him across the face. As soon as he twisted, his head and neck separated, and when he was about to die, it was nothing more than a few weightless thumps. He rolled his eyes for a while, and died. For some reason, that hand suddenly changed its mind. , Abandoning him, throwing him on the ground, breathing heavily, throwing his arms and legs to the sky.After finally flopping outside the camp, still in shock, his mind went blank, and when he calmed down, all kinds of ideas in his mind started fighting randomly, and he wanted to call for someone for a while. Thousands of people were afraid that they would not be able to beat a half-human ghost?After a while, I felt that this was inappropriate, the inside was in chaos, and thousands of people were called to watch the scene?

Countless ideas were determined and overturned, and finally he gritted his teeth, held a kitchen knife, closed his eyes and killed the general, and shouted in a low voice: "Old, old, I have, I have a knife! Old, old, I am not afraid of you! If you dare to come over, I will welcome, greet, and cut you in two! Still, still, let my brother go! If you don’t let me go... the old man will fight you!!"

"...Okay, put down the knife, everyone is gone..."

He Jingzhen's hoarse voice made him slip on his feet, and he threw himself forward, throwing himself on the ground, and the knife flew away.

"Go, go?"

"You get out too!"

"elder brother……"

"I don't want to say it a second time."

The dog skin plaster was aggrieved and left the camp, squatting outside to guard the gate.Qiu Ba, who was passing by, made fun of him, so he rushed over and scratched his face.