[Online game] Shut up if you buy it for a dime

Edward is also a person who is unwilling to be lonely.

In the days without his younger brother, Edward learned to find things for himself.

For example, because of superstitious rumors on the Internet that [weapon forging can be upgraded, you only need to test the sword on the beast that the Taoist said to summon, and you will surely succeed], one day when Edward was on the account of Mamen, he noticed that Jing Zhongyue, who was quietly lying in the corner and not yet ready to be touched by the new owner, Mary.

After struggling for 10 minutes, Edward resolutely drove the Max and ran towards Sabak's blacksmith shop.

Edward is great.

He wanted to use this Jing Zhongyue to forge a history and a new milestone for the legendary history.

but……

A great man may not be famous in history, what awaits a great man is more likely to be the fate of cannon fodder——

So Edward created a history with his record of continuously going to the map and playing equipment without sleeping, making himself a huge new teacup.

Everyone misses the days when Supermax and Supermary fought side by side to blind people, and wonder why the young couple disappeared collectively.

In the words of AK47: the days without Mary are lonely. (lost)

In the words of where is spring: without Max and Mary, the sky is not blue, and the strange is not beautiful. (Who is jim? ⊙o⊙)

In the words of the big tree elf: The boss and Mary actually eloped, right? (Confuse)

In the words of exchanging a wine glass for a dagger: Baby sister seems to be missing too?Did the three die together? (excited)

In Milk's words: Whoever can give me Jing Zhongyue before my brother comes back, I promise with my body. (Tearful)

A group of lonely people seem to have really become in-laws. Without Mary and Max's knowledge, they successfully hooked up shoulder to shoulder, domineering underground maps every day, grabbing points, and PK.

The innocent people in the server said that this group of people are crazy.

No one knows, in fact, they are just lonely ╮(╯▽╰)╭.

……

On the other side of the ocean, if Yalar knew that before Xin Xinniannian had time to touch it, and the desiring weapons disappeared in the cruel chance of upgrading, he would definitely think of the book "The Celestial Dynasty" that his stepmother kept at the bottom of the box at home. "Almanac", does it say: Everything is inappropriate today.

Facing Griffith, who was lying on his body and holding his slender neck, Yalaer was not sure if he should say thank you - it seems that this child is not a fool when he said that he loves himself, Because... In fact, even in the cold winter, the tropical rainforest will still be a little stuffy. When it's stuffy, you will sweat, right...

Anyway, Yalaer 囧囧 thought, his neck must not taste good, at least, it is probably salty =_,=?

After Griffith's hand slipped into the hem of his clothes, and Yalar shuddered from the cold, Yalar finally couldn't help it—"Griffith, are you sure you don't want to let me go?"

Griffith didn't answer him, greedily stroking the delicate skin under his hands, breathing rapidly, his eyes gradually evolved from initial calmness to disturbing frenzy.

Aral narrowly avoided Griffith's mouth, yelling that he must not kiss or it will end with you.

Griffith wished that Yalar would never end with him.

But you can't waste your good time on the little game of chasing and kissing, can you?

After trying to force kiss several times without success and sucking a few blood marks on Yalar's chin, Griffith simply gave up, lowered his head, and bit the nipple that was not small in front of him - between Gerry Fez was too excited, and the force of this bite was not small, and the pain caused Yalar to gasp and grunt a few times.

This humming became a beautiful moan in Griffith's ears.

With one hand ravaging the pink dogwood on the other side, the other hand was busy untying his own belt.

Griffith, who was immersed in the excitement of his wish being fulfilled, didn't notice that in the eyes of the person below him, who seemed to be misty, at the moment he reached out his hand to the belt, he succeeded in a flash.

Aral had waited too long for this moment.

When Griffith was only wearing a pair of underwear, Yala suddenly smiled brightly: "Griffith, have you heard of "The Jade Heart Sutra"?"

Griffith was a little dazed by the smile.

It's like being infused with powerful spring.Like medicine, Griffith was panting like a cow, his face was flushed and his face was distorted, and he didn't look like he could chat with Yalar.

--But that's okay.

It really doesn't matter.

When he raised his knees and pressed against the fragile groin of Griffith's lower body, if the camera slowed down, the audience could clearly observe that at this moment, there was a kind of fatal restraint on the face of the little prince Yalar. The smiling face, the cold and disgusted eyes are completely different from the good-for-nothing who just lay down and let Jun molested him.

The impact force of this knee lift, in terms of rhetorical means of raising numbers: it is the force that can destroy a wooden board with a thickness of about 4cm.

Before Griffiths clutched his lower body and fell back to the ground, Yalar, whose hands and feet were bound, closed his eyes and pressed down hard—at this moment, he hated himself for not having 100 kilograms, or, Ton?

……

In fact, the vibration brought by the landing on the back and the weight of a not-light adult man on top of him was enough to make Griffith unable to stand up for a while.

Aral squirmed and managed to get up from him, trying his old nose to recall the universal unbinding technique that Burr seemed to have said, and after several failed attempts, he finally freed his legs.

Then he twisted a few times and put down the upturned clothes. Although the clothes were still disheveled, they returned to the function of concealing shame.

Standing firmly on the ground, Yalar indifferently looked down at the man who was trying to get up on the ground. The man's original white underwear was dirty and dirty on the ground. Ironically, the front end of the underwear was still high. pitched a tent.

Aral took two steps forward and came to Griffith's head.

Because his hands were still tied behind his back, Yalar couldn't squat down, he bent slightly, and Zhanyan smiled again, the smile didn't reach his eyes—"Griffith, what do you know" "Jade Heart Sutra" Is it?"

While speaking, his feet slowly stepped on Griffith's neck, without any force, just gently draped.

Griffith didn't dare to move anymore, he stared fiercely at Yalar with his blood red eyes, after a while, he spat out a mouthful of blood foam, maybe he accidentally knocked his teeth during the fight.

Blood splashed on Yalar's shoe.

The latter didn't change his face, his foot strength gradually increased, and the weight of his whole body was staggeringly added to this foot.

Griffith, whose throat was strangled, panted heavily. In the end, there was only a slight moan of "uhhhhhh". What kind of emotion is involved.

The moment Yalar looked into those eyes, he suddenly changed his mind.

Just when Griffith almost closed his eyes in despair because Yalar would break his cervical vertebra just like that, he suddenly felt the pressure on his neck relieved.

The ensuing weight on his chest—Yaral stepped on his chest with the other foot. At this moment, the whole person stood on him, looking down at him.For some reason, Griffith smiled.

Aral smiled back.

Griffith said, "Morakot, I like you."

Aral nodded: "I know."

Taking the foot off Griffith's neck, Yalar moved a bit, and finally, the landing point of the left foot made Griffith freeze his smile, and his pupils narrowed slightly in fear.

Yalar said: "But Griffith, my name is Yalar Morakot." Slowly using his left foot, Yalar pointed to the camera that was still operating in the distance to record all the changes, and continued to speak slowly: "The first family rule of the Morakot family: family honor."

Griffith breathed heavily, his chest heaved violently, Yalar swayed, and finally stood firmly on him.

Stepping down on the hard and hot utensil, Yalar remained expressionless as if he hadn't heard the scream of the man beside him, and twisted it for the last time, and Yalar breathed a sigh of relief——

Secret [-] of "Jade Heart Sutra": If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.

Jumping from Griffith to the ground, to the side of the candlestick, he cut off the rope binding his hands, moved his lower shin, and glanced at Griffith, who was covering his lower body in pain and motionless on the ground from the corner of his eye.

Yalar was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful.

Walking to Griffith's side, he was finally able to squat down and get a little closer to him.

Aral frowned, and patted Griffith on the shoulder: "Ask Bell for the signaling device... Uh, if there is time, I think that thing can be used in the future." Embarrassed, he pointed at Griffith's Get down, stand up, clear your throat, "The matter of the garbage dump, when I get the rights, the family will reconsider—"

"Griffith."

"..."

"Today, even if you didn't let me on purpose, I would win."

"..."

"I've always believed," Yalar smiled, "that I'm stronger than my father."

Along with Yalar's ending sound, what comes to mind is the sound of a huge explosion above his head.

Yalar took two steps back, looked up, first saw a pair of tightly closed legs as if they were still blowing a strong wind, poking in through the rotten door with a big hole, and then saw a certain man with a very pulled In the way of the wind, the whole person passed through the big hole and landed in a perfect posture of kneeling on one knee.

This mighty man, like a gymnast, is His Highness Mammon, whose face is so dark that ink is dripping from his face, obviously displeased with something.

Yalar squinted and smiled, showing his white teeth: "Hey, hero, you are late. The beauty has saved herself—"