Chapter 965

Midnight, as promised.

It's like Li NanFang's one eyed moon, hiding in the clouds, can't bear to see the charming woman below, struggling like a corpse.

Whenever you feel the invisible red ant, with the midnight bell ringing, it comes out from the bottom of your heart. Huayeshen will take out a rubber ball in time and bite it in his mouth.

In this way, it can prevent her from accidentally biting off her tongue when she can't bear the pain.

No one dares to come to the rooftop at midnight.

So in addition to the moon and stars, no one can see the usual sexy flower night God, will make a terrible action like a corpse on the ground.

Cold sweat, from her 18000 root sweat pores, scrambling to drill out.

Her consciousness is gradually losing, and her perception of pain is not affected at all.

Who once said that when pain becomes a required class every day, it will become a kind of enjoyment?

If you let Hua yeshen know who said it, you will definitely find him and strangle him!

Her body lying flat on the platform at the foot of the table, with her extremely suppressed painful nasal sound, constantly jumping up and down, the table was touched by her left move down, the mobile phone on the edge of the table, pattered down.

It just landed on her left.

Flower night God does not know.

At present, she is wholeheartedly "enjoying" the unbearable pain, and her hands are shaking violently.

The left little finger, inadvertently across the mobile phone screen, turned on the camera, and very coincidentally turned on the video function.

Bang, bang!

So delicate back, hit heavily on the platform.

The clothes, which had been soaked in cold sweat, would make a slight popping sound with every drop of her back, like the sound of tamping.

"Ah

When hundreds of millions of pink ants gather in her aura and crawl all the way to her lower limbs, Hua yeshen, who can't scream miserably, spits out the rubber ball in her mouth. What's the matter.

She didn't know what she was screaming about.

Even, she didn't know, she had spit out the rubber ball.

When the last little ant crawled out from her right toe, she took a long breath.

Finally, happy eyes closed.

I don't know how long it took for her to slowly open her eyes and sit up.

The fitting dress on her body had long been torn to pieces by her in unbearable pain.

Her full and white chest, flat and healthy waist, long and straight legs, and a deep part of the grave, shining in the light of the moon, which came out of the clouds again.

Like, her whole body is carved from white jade.

Of course, she is not carved from white jade.

Her body can be in the moonlight, suffused with "sacred" shimmer, this is because of her pain in the cold sweat, salt left after evaporation.

"It's a beautiful body. If I'm a man, for the sake of my body, I'd rather kill all the men in the world. "

She also slightly numb hands, along her long neck all the way down, through the snow mountain plain, stopped in the grave between that deep place.

After every pain, Hua yeshen will feel energetic.

To what extent?

We need to enrich her body, which is like being bitten by hundreds of millions of little ants. Let's take a little Oriental movie star as an example.

This kind of action is just a normal physiological need of human beings.

After all, when people need the opposite sex to solve their physiological needs, the opposite sex is not always around.

Then, in this way, to solve the physiological needs, is inevitable.

Of course, Hua yeshen doesn't have to do it by herself. She can follow Wu Meiniang's example and send people outside to visit little fresh meat.

The more, the better.

Because every time she interacts with different men, the red pink beauty toxicity she suffers will be reduced a little bit.

This is the terrible thing about Xuanyuan.

He can combine the drugs of arousal and affection with the poison to make the flower night God become a rippling woman who needs at least three men every night before it withers rapidly.

Flower night God can't control the pain of pink beauty, but she can't control to become a rippling woman.

Her right hand - so the mercury like moonlight on the platform reflected a strange shadow.

The shadow was squatting on the ground with knees bent up, and the knees diverged 180 degrees.

The shadow leans to the right with his right hand on the ground.

The shadow's left hand, which overlaps with the shadow, can't be seen, but it can be seen in the middle. There is a small mouse like shadow, which is exploring in a hurry.

Charming chant, sound, depressing to death.

Blown away by the wind.

But it has not been blown over the roof, it has been blown away by the wind.

Flower night God's consciousness, once again fell into the fuzzy, just like the ten thousand ant bite.

Similarly, the sharp pain of vague consciousness has now become indescribable sour.

When a intermittent but connected silvery white water stain was blown far away by the wind from the moonlight, the flower night God seemed to have been electrocuted, trembling and screaming.

When the cry finally stopped, she collapsed again and lay on the ground.

Just like the sharp pain I just suffered, I closed my eyes and didn't move for a long time.

Every time after the pain, the acid is proportional.

How high the pain index is, how sour it will be.

There was a low cry, echoing on the empty platform.

With a great sense of guilt.

Don't many innocent teenagers feel guilty after they reward themselves with five girls?

Don't think that only they can have this purity, women will have the same.

Men and women are human beings.

Many modern physiologists have written books that physiological needs are the biggest and most needed needs of human beings.

So crazy teenagers, there's no need to feel guilty because of this.

But you must pay attention to your health. After all, you are not the flower night God who can't control yourself after being poisoned. If you always masturbate, it will cause kidney water imbalance.

Tears finally slowly dried up, flower night God just picked up the phone.

She wants to see what time it is.

This time, the pain and sour time, and how long it took.

She saw herself.

It's like a mirror.

This is the video function of the mobile phone. It's working.

Staring at the mobile phone screen, Hua yeshen suddenly bit his lower lip and ended the video with trembling fingers.

The memory of modern mobile phones is getting larger and larger. Like the mobile phones used by Hua yeshen, they can store more than two hours of video data.

So she saw what she had done and what she had called out when her consciousness had been blurred twice.

Lying flat on the ground as if pretending to be a corpse did not cause any visual impact to Hua yeshen.

But she was shocked by the voice she cried out in the pain.

"Li Nanfang, come and help me!"

Eight words.

Flower night God in suffering as long as half an hour of pain, always shouting these eight words.

"Li Nanfang, come and help me!"

Eight words.

Flower night God in unable to control the physiological needs, because of excessive acid and can not help screaming, over and over again in shouting these eight words.

When she was in pain, she called Li Nanfang to help her.

When she enjoyed it, she was also shouting these eight words!

Why is that?

Flower night God does not know.

But soon wake up to come over, in this half a year, she every night, twice called Li NanFang's name.

Only then did she know that the scum Li, who took her for the first time, but was buried overseas, had melted into her life.

Higher than huanu!

"So what? You're dead. You're dead. Ha ha. Li Nanfang, you are dead! You can no longer see me screaming your name when I'm in pain and shameless. Why do you want to die? Why, to die

At the beginning, he was mumbling. At last, Hua yeshen, who was laughing wildly, smashed his mobile phone on the ground.

Then, grab the wine bottle on the table and smash it on the broken cell phone with the screen.

With a bang, the bottle burst.

She doesn't care, just a crazy hit.

Her most annoying tears, once again wantonly flying, hoarse Scream: "you a ghost, ghost! No, don't pester me again! No

The moon couldn't bear to see any more and got into the clouds again.

Hua yeshen didn't know that she was not the only one who didn't want Li dead ghost to pester her.

Similarly, the other woman who doesn't want to be entangled by Li Shigui doesn't want anyone to know that he is the absolute protagonist in every dream.

It's Yang Tiantian's habit to wake up in the morning.

She doesn't want to wake up at this time.

Like, she didn't want to dream about Li Nanfang - maybe, it wasn't Li Nanfang.

But a strange man, like Li Nanfang.

When a woman dreams of a man, shouldn't that person be her man?

Over the past 20 years, Yang Tiantian has always dreamed of her husband who died young as long as she dreams of a man.

It's the same after 800.

In the dream and love her husband tryst, has become her greatest pleasure.

It's also her spiritual support.

But why, since she was sent to the valley of the emperor, because of her urgent physiological needs, when she dreams, the man is no longer her husband?

Since that day, Yang Tiantian has had such a dream every night.

But my husband never showed up.

It's as if the man who looks like Li Nanfang drove him away from her dream.

The man who looks like Li Nanfang in her dream can make her get the greatest satisfaction every time - every time she wakes up, she can feel the horror of hot cheeks.

It's like doing a big guilty thing. I dare not move. I close my eyes and recite Laozi's heart clearing mantra.

"That's not Li Nanfang."

"No matter how lewd my nature is, I won't have anything to do with him, even in a dream."

"It's just a man very similar to Li Nanfang."

"Yes! That's not Li Nanfang! "

Suddenly, Yang Tiantian, who said these things silently in his heart, suddenly sat up from the low couch.

Through the window lattice of the bright moonlight, broken in her face, pale!

She has seen Li NanFang's body.

More than once for his massage.

There are several hairs on that scum. Yang Tiantian estimates that they all count.

But she never found a black and blue birthmark under Li NanFang's left rib.

The blue and black birthmark is in the shape of a dragon, like being inlaid in the man's rib by the most famous craftsman.

Every time this man presses her down, yells and lashes her madly, the tuanlong embedded in his birthmark will come back to life.

It's very scary.

However, Yang Tiantian, who is in a dream, is so fascinated that she kisses, licks and nibbles with her red lips, smooth tongue and neat teeth.

"Who is the man with the black dragon on him?"

It's not after Li Nanfang that the man who owns her in the dream is determined. After Yang Tiantian's unspeakable relief, she has unspeakable fear.