Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

Wang San was completely dumbfounded.I wanted to die in my heart, and my anger and humiliation came together.

This palace doesn't treat people as people!

He gritted his teeth in a daze, not knowing where he was going.When he came to his senses, he got lost again.

He thought, let's be fascinated, the worst thing is to die, what else is he afraid of?

Every time he took a step, his back and the place of shame would be excruciatingly painful, and there was an attic in front of him that he had never seen before, and there was a moon pond in front of the attic.

Wang San suddenly stopped moving, and he saw a piece of clothing dropped by the edge of the moon pond.

It was no ordinary clothes, it was the one with clouds.Wang San just stood quietly looking at the dress, and suddenly he wanted to yell.

He was not afraid of death anymore, and climbed up the attic step by step with borrowed courage.The door to the upstairs room was ajar.He looked in through the crack of the door.

Aromatherapy purple smoke, overlapping powder tents, there are figures going back and forth inside.Wang San trembled and moved his head closer.

He saw a jade-skinned leg protruding from the tent, with its five toes curled up and trembling like spasms.Getting closer, Wang San heard a low cry from inside, with a crying voice, and then a hoarse voice begging for mercy: "Third young master, this is the first time, I beg you to have mercy... ah... three—— ah!"

There was a moment of silence after the cry, neither of them moved.Then came a low panting laugh: "This is not enough, it's the first time, do you want to try the first time in Xingtang?"

"No, ah, I dare not...Third Young Master—ah!"

The shadow shook violently again, Wang San was trembling with anger, his god! He saw the hazy shadow below resting his hands on the head of the bed stretched out straight, obviously bound.A scoundrel with a human face and a beast heart in the punishment hall! Wang San almost gritted his own teeth with one bite.

With the shaking of the bed curtain, layers of pink rolled, really like a hazy fairyland.But there were some even more disgusting voices from inside.

The gentle voice on the stage was crying inside and calling out to the third young master, Yubai's feet were sprawled and trembling constantly, and Wang San was in excruciating pain outside, the flesh of his palms were scratched by his nails, The lower part also started to hurt sharply.

Wang San had no choice, he was just a slave, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.And the god in his heart is just a slave, thinking of this, his stomach surged, and his mouth smelled of rust.

He wailed in his heart and just wanted to roll on the ground. I killed you, he thought, god, I killed you!

The voice inside was getting louder and louder, and there were bursts of panting, and there were intermittent teasing and teasing.

Wang San's pain became more and more painful, even worse than when he was tortured.Wang San stood up as if he lost his soul, and walked down the attic in a daze.

A cold moon was reflected in the pond.

Wang San just wandered here and there, and when he returned to the small courtyard, it was already dawn, and the day of great joy had passed.

In the hazy sky, he saw a figure standing at the gate of the courtyard. He took a step forward, and the figure also rushed forward.

He saw it clearly, it was a fool.

The idiot glanced at Wang San, who was covered in blood, and rushed forward crying.

Wang San stared at the idiot, and after a while, hugged the idiot tightly, crying bitterly.The two rolled to the ground and cried, eating dirt and dust into their mouths.

It's three o'clock.

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