Chapter 1097

The strange and funny looking undead, of course, won't really suddenly get bigger and bite to death.

But yamahara EMI could. He let out a low roar in his throat. As if he had been evil, he suddenly jumped on Fangyuan and bit his neck with a big mouth.

On the flat ground, the speed of yamahara EMI is ten times faster. Mr. Fang can also slim his waist and spin slightly, step on the seven stars gracefully -- I can dodge her, but here is the driver's seat of the heavy truck. Everyone sits next to each other. Where can he hide?

Moreover, Mr. Fang never liked to be rude to beautiful women -- he was reluctant to punch out and hit yamahara EMI on her delicate chin, making her head turn, spit out bloody teeth in her mouth, and her eyes turn white and faint.

He prefers to have something to say. Don't be rude. Everyone is a cultural person. Why did you open your mouth and try to kill me, a charming little girl? Isn't this a great evil?

She quickly put the sharp teeth in her mouth, but she quickly put the sharp fingers in her mouth, and then she had to hide in her mouth, There was a click.

There were two more fingers in his mouth. He wanted to bite and couldn't bite. Yamahara Baidai naturally raised his hand instinctively, grabbed Fang Yuan's right hand and pulled it down. He pulled the finger out of his mouth and then stuffed it into his mouth. When he tried to bite off his fingers, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his brain.

Fang Yuan picked her hair with her left hand and pressed it down with a strong force, so that yamahara Baidai fell straight on her back on the driver's seat. Before she could make any response, her right foot was still raised and her heel was placed between her proud two mountains. With a little force, she could no longer lift her son. She could only hold his leg with both hands and pinch it fiercely.

His mouth also hissed and screamed, "asshole, you let go of me, let go of me!"

"Let go of you? Let go of you, SAPO? "

Fang Yuan sneered, then frowned and threatened, "don't pinch me again, or I'll be rude to you!"

Every woman is born with a "pincer hand". No matter how weak they look, when pinching a man, it's called a pain. It's just a short time after the area has just returned to normal health. How can thin skinned and tender people stand the fierce pinch of yamahara EMI?

From Fang Yuan's point of view, he recognized several ghosts worn by yamahara EMI on his wrist and determined that she was the contemporary eldest daughter of the Oriental royal family. It's no big deal. As long as he can give him certain benefits, he can still keep his mouth shut. It's necessary to suddenly become a little bitch, abandon the Royal aristocratic temperament and bite and pinch him?

If you have something to say, Fang Yuan's most annoying words are not clear. He starts to move.

Yamahara Baidai ignored Fang Yuan's threat, still whispered something in strange language (Fang Yuan estimated that it was a mysterious and ancient oriental dialect, and human words were the curse of witches), and pinched his legs harder.

Fang Yuan is really annoyed. Youdao uses his own way to treat his own body. It seems that it should be the most appropriate to deal with this kind of irrational woman who looks like a ghost. Without hesitation, his left hand extends under his shirt and sticks to her smooth and delicate skin like a poisonous snake. He comes to the most sensitive place of pain nerve on people. Twist it hard!

The most sensitive part of people's pain nerves is the inner thigh (thigh root). The meat here is very soft and has a unique hand feel. Just twist a small piece of meat to 360 degrees -- yamahara Baidai, who has "painted" a ghost symbol in his mouth, suddenly screams.

In the end, they are the most authentic royal nobles in eastern Asia. The scream is different from that of ordinary girls.

Twist the girl's thigh. Mr. Fang used this move to deal with boss Xia. When Xiao Xia shouted at that time, it was like killing a pig. It was very harsh. It was not consistent with her beautiful appearance. Fang Yuan was very sorry and vowed not to twist her again. This ear really couldn't stand the pig's cry for help.

Look at the cries of people from yamahara Baidai when they are in extreme pain. They are not like killing pigs at all, but like a cat's affectionate call for spring. They are not called out at once. They are intermittent, with unspeakable sobs. Their whole body trembles like an electric shock, more like sifting chaff.

Fang Yuan was surprised: scared, I just screwed it, and you became like this. Is that too exaggerated?

When yamahara Baidai screamed, of course, he didn't care to pinch the square again. He just instinctively held his legs hard, raised his chin high, and his eyes began to turn white, just like dying.

Yamahara EMI's "extreme" reaction aroused Mr. Fang's great interest and couldn't help twisting a few more times.

God can testify for him. Mr. Fang just wants to see what kind of voice yamahara Baidai will make and what more artificial actions he will make after a few more turns.

"Ah -- uh!"

It's like a sobbing scream. It's gentle and long. It's not like a scream. It's like singing a song to provoke a man. It makes Mr. Fang itch and has the meaning of chatting up. He feels that bullying a girl like this doesn't seem to be very aboveboard.

The little devil is very good at pretending.

Fang Yuan scolded in his heart. Some reluctantly released his hand. Just about to shrink back, a more magical scene happened: a hot and sticky hot water suddenly splashed on his hand.

Damp and spray.

The word floated in Fangyuan's mind.

Just like Mr. Fang, who has been wandering in the Jianghu since he was 13 years old and contributed his first time to Brazilian street women at the age of 17, even if there are not 800 women he has met so far, there must be 80. That is, he has matured in thinking in recent years, so he doesn't want to have a bed when he sees a beautiful woman as before.

Mr. Fang has touched so many women. According to his special constitution, he will naturally encounter the spray of beautiful women. But it will only appear after he has worked hard for a long time. Who can be like yamahara EMI, who hasn't touched there. She just twisted her thigh a few times?

Women's body structure is basically the same. The branches of sensitive and sensitive zones are also similar. They basically focus on those points. The strange earlobe may have that function, but Fang Yuan has never heard of anyone, and there is also this function in the thigh.

Goat, the old bastard, doesn't always say that the thigh is the most sensitive part of the human body to pain. How can this happen?

Mr. Fang looked at yamahara EMI, who began to smoke all over. He was a little silly.

Although some people always like to say "pain and happiness", the pain is not physical pain. It should be a "humble title" that is willing to be a cow for a beautiful woman and become a horse and a dog. Now the pain of yamahara Baidai is real physical pain.

Will this happen if she has a pain in any part of her body?

When Fang Yuan thought of this, she twisted her right hand under her ribs.

The soft flesh under the ribs is also a place with dense pain nerves. It hurts to be pinched.

Yamahara EMI did not respond at all. He still closed his eyes, trembled and hummed something intermittently.

Fang Yuan was very unwilling, and kept twisting on her shoulders, cheeks, earlobes and other places -- yamahara EMI didn't respond to these parts.

Finally, Fang Yuan's hand returned to her thigh and twisted it with a little force.

The miracle happened again. Yamahara EMI, who had just stopped trembling, trembled again, sobbed like a cat, and gushed out again.

"Shit, this girl was really different."

After several experiments, Fangyuan finally determined what the situation was in this regard, and his interest immediately disappeared and withdrew his hand.

He made a deal with Zhang Yi just to make sure whether yamahara EMI was Xiumin Toyoda. If so, Fangyuan would not be polite. No matter what she was like, she would have been shot down long ago.

Now, he can be completely sure that yamahara EMI is not Toyota Xiumin, so his task should be completed. It's time to "succeed and retire". Although he has some regrets because he can't talk about strangers with beautiful women, it's obviously not the time to have fun. The so-called wenrou township is the Tomb of heroes.

The teachings of the ancients must not be forgotten and must be kept in mind at all times.

Zhang Yi should be arriving soon, too. It takes a lot of time.

Fang Yuan thought to himself. He wiped his shirt with his backhand. When he stood up and turned to leave, two white snakes suddenly entangled his waist.

Of course, there is no white snake in the cab of the heavy truck. It is the two legs of yamahara EMI.

Fang Yuan frowned. Looking back, yamahara Baidai, who was lying on his back in the driver's seat, suddenly wanted to be pulled up by a rope. With the strength of two legs, he pulled up his upper body, opened his hands to hold him, put his chin on his shoulder, and opened his mouth to bite his earlobe again.

This time it's not a bite, it's a lick. It's a very gentle action.

What do you mean, courtship?

Fang Yuan smiled in his heart, but the surface was a cold look: "let go, I'm not the kind of person you think."

A song sounded in the ears of the surrounding area, with a hoarse emptiness, as if it came from a place very deep underground, more like the flood and famine tens of thousands of years ago.

I would say 138 countries -- how many countries are there in the world?

Anyway, in these years of wandering around, in addition to stealing, the most enthusiastic thing is to learn other people's local language.

Everyone has his own unique hobbies. Fangyuan has amazing talent in language. Even goats are willing to lose.

Yamahara's current songs have never been heard by him, but he is more or less familiar with them: it is a barbaric tribe in Africa, which regards the matching of men and women as a major event. Whenever a pair of young people in the tribe "get married", the tribal elders will sing ancient ballads to bless and praise their private life, harmony and happiness, and add children to the tribe as soon as possible.

It's just that the tribal elders sing this song, which can't be compared with yamahara EMI.

One is like a broken Gong, the other is like a lark singing at night. The difference is no longer the grade, but the realm.

"Let go of me. I'm really not interested in you."