Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Once a seed is planted, you are a public figure, and you have accumulated some popularity, plus I will pave the way for you, so there is no need to worry. '

The host Huo Di got up to leave.

'sit down. '

He froze for a moment, then sat back. 'I'm not fit to be an officer. '

'You'll get used to it. 'Mr. President doesn't care whether his son is happy or not, so he has to call the director of the TV station.

'Yeah?Like you're used to being tied up like a bitch for what? ' said the host.

'Oh, I forgot, you don't have to get used to it, you really want that in your heart.You can only pretend to be in front of me. ' His sarcasm became even stronger, as if he didn't seem to be talking to his father. 'He didn't see you this year, he lost you because of his precious daughter, you must be dying of anxiety, will you lick his old shoes and spank yourself like a wild dog at night? '

'Watch your words! ' snapped the president.

'how?Want to put me in jail? '

'Don't make me send you to the tank. '

The host seemed to be frozen, his high-pitched voice fell, and he returned to his usual cynical appearance. 'Don't be so angry, I was just joking. '

'Enjoy your last night as you report to the Energy Zone tomorrow. '

"Give me some time, Dad," he said submissively, "It's too sudden, let me get through this ice age anyway, and I will obey you in everything from now on, and I will be obedient." '

At this time, the phone on the desk rang loudly. The President pinched the bridge of his nose wearily and waved him away. The host glanced at the brown leather case at the foot of the desk, and the needle hole on his father's neck that had not been healed. I sneered in my heart.This emotion was not shown on his face, and he turned to leave. The president put his hand on the microphone and said coldly, "You are not allowed to mention that person in front of me in the future."This is all caused by you. If you weren't my son, you shouldn't be alive. '

The host was about to go out, but suddenly turned his face back, and said with a frivolous smile, "I just introduced his daughter to you, but I didn't let you fuck her." '

He laughed and went downstairs, and as he descended the steps, the arc of the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually closed, and he thought casually: "The game of arterial injection is so exciting, how come it hasn't killed him yet." ’ He cursed uncleanly: “The battered slut, the mad dog, the old thing that no one wants, why don’t you just die.” ’ As he passed the silent maid who opened the door for him, he put on a handsome smile and said softly: ‘Goodbye, dear. '

The maid who had kept her head down raised her head for the first time, and a smile appeared on her indifferent and beautiful face: "Goodbye." '

The host walked out of the white and solemn door, feeling extremely annoyed in his heart. He pulled off the tie around his neck, twitched his hand a few times, and had an idea.He drove straight to the ecoregion, and no matter where he went, as long as he showed the name of the president, there was nothing to hinder him.He spent an afternoon at the zoo observing the living posture of the animals being bred.

During this period, he received a phone call, which completely rewritten his original gloomy mood, and the original anxiety and fear were swept away. He hung up the phone, stood outside the monkey cage refreshed, and slapped the railing violently with his hand. They bared their teeth and howled and scattered, and he also howled happily, with great joy in his heart-the owner of that old thing is dead!Killed by his own daughter!

That woman is really kind. He secretly envied her courage, but at the same time, he couldn't help but despise her for killing himself after killing her father. What's the point of all that.He gloated and thought, once that person died, the old guy would probably lose half his life if he didn't die. Seeing that he was so energetic all day long, he was just a dog.

Before he left, he entered the room where the white mice were bred, and came out with a few balls of warm stuff in his left and right pockets.He left the gate of the zoo, galloped all the way east, and arrived at the sea of ​​the extreme east by night.He raised his eyes and looked at the distance of the calm sea, where the horizon line and the sky were all black and dark, and he couldn't see any meaning.He grabbed six fluffy struggling mice one after another from his pocket and put them on the rock. As soon as he let go, those shadows quickly ran away, scattered on the beach, and disappeared within two to three minutes. .

'Run and eat, little ones. ' he muttered, 'live, live more, bite more.If only you had the virus on your teeth. ' He would have liked to have made more trouble for his father, but it was a pity that the mice did not make much noise.

He was blown by the sea breeze, sneezed, and drove back to his home resentfully overnight.

Voluntary or not, Ice Season is his last three-month vacation, and there's no reason not to enjoy it to the fullest.But he didn't dare to go too far, even though he was full of contempt in his heart, his father really knew how to torture people.It's enough to just cut off the financial assistance, and it's even more desirable for him to break away from the father-son relationship, but the president has had his own way of raising children since before.

Prepare a huge light-proof and sound-proof water tank, fill it with a lot of water, and put a lot of salt in it to adjust it into a very dense brine solution.Bind the hands and feet of the person, cover the eyes with a thick black cloth, put the person face up into the salt water to close the box, the person will naturally float up, lose the five senses, and even cannot feel his body, hands and feet, and fall into a huge in darkness and emptiness.

The host thinks that the president is so perverted, perhaps because he was often locked in a box when he was a child.

He himself went in twice.The first time was when he broke the relationship between the president and that man when he was young.The president, who usually has a solemn face, was naked/naked with red marks all over his body. He knelt at the man's feet with a dog collar and licked his toes. Talking loudly in front of the other party, the gentle and sweeping look is not to mention ridiculous.The second time he took the man's daughter there and introduced him as his girlfriend.

Apparently the president himself screwed up everything, but he wanted to take his anger out on his son. The host was locked up by him for days and nights, and he didn't say anything. He was terrified in his heart, so even if he was on vacation, he didn't dare to do those things that went too far. The party made the other party angry, but the twins were called to the residence for the night.

He came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, his hair was half-dried, and he was about to open a bottle of red wine for fun, when he accidentally dropped the bottle, and a whole bottle of expensive red wine shattered on the floor. 'What did you say? ' he asked heavily.

'The president committed suicide. ’ said the twin brother, and the younger sister pointed a gun at his temple, ‘Boom! ’ She giggled, simulating the sound of a gunshot, collapsed on the bed, her thighs were blindingly white under her bathrobe.

The host grabbed his brother's cell phone and flipped through the lines of words and photos. The reporter robot's tone was as cold and precise as ever.The president's body in a suit was leaning against the back of the chair weakly, and he was shot in the head, and the blood mist covered the wall, showing no decency at all.The host slammed the phone against the wall, and the phone shattered in response. His chest heaved up and down, and his expression was gloomy. After a while, he laughed loudly, picked up his phone and started dialing. He didn't care, he left the door wide open, waiting for someone to come.

'Why such a big reaction? ' asked the brother.

The younger sister said anxiously: "Don't do this. '

He turned out the tripod without saying a word, fixed the mobile phone with the live broadcast on it, smiled and said to the twins: "Let's play with the big one." '

'Do you dare to live broadcast with me? '

They dared, but they were not brave enough. They put on their masks tightly. The host didn’t care. He fucked his sister, and his brother fucked him. It didn’t matter whether he was a man or a woman. under the attention of all the audience.He howled, groaned, and cursed passionately, and he screamed out who he was-the host, bisexual, sex/addicted, the son of the president who just committed suicide.

From the open door, other men and women walked in one after another. At the beginning, he still had the strength to say hello, until he was completely immersed in it. His mouth, hands, front, back, and his whole body became organs of pleasure. He was sweating profusely, screaming viciously: "Your president is addicted to drugs, he is the biggest hypocrite, homosexual, masochist and slut, he has destroyed countless women in order to deny his identity, he should have died long ago!" '

The number of people on the live broadcast interface is increasing rapidly, and the comments are rapidly tumbling. He only cares about the ups and downs and loses his mind in the stimulation beyond the limit. In it, it looks like a dozen snakes entangled together for copulation.

But at the end of the day, his supposed snarls are so tightly held in his throat that no one hears a slur about his predecessor, even though that may be a little-known fact. "

93. Machine 08

After he finished telling the last story, the room was quiet for a while, and I examined the words used for practice on the table, which was my first mother tongue, and now it seems quite strange.

"Alan, have you ever dreamed?"

"Machines don't have that capability."

In theory, it should be so, but now I have doubts about Alan's identity, and I begin to doubt things that he never thought of before.

"Are you loyal to me?"

"There is no doubt about it."

"Turn your pain system to a hundred."

After he did, I gave another order: "Now, jump off the stairs."

He turned his face to look at me, as if to see if I was serious, and soon he understood my determination, walked to the window, supported the window frame with both hands, and climbed up the window with one leg bent.He squatted down and looked back at me, let go of his fixed hands, leaned forward, and flew