Chapter 737

What does it mean to hit yourself in the foot?

Onando's heart was shaking.

She watched the curly King come out of the darkness.

The man's eyes are bloodthirsty and cruel, and Ou nanduo's heart falls into the abyss.

She stepped back.

One man, two men, three men

Do you want so many horse riders?

Or would she bite her tongue and kill herself?

Being bullied by so many people, it's no fun for her to live.

He bit his tongue hard.

It hurts to step on the horse.

You're going to die before you bite yourself?

Onando covers his mouth, stares at his big eyes and looks warily at the people coming to him.

"Hey, little girl, as soon as I see you, I can smell the green and astringent breath. Haven't any men tasted your taste? Tut Tut, it's fresh and delicious. I haven't played such a fresh and young woman for a long time. Come on, big brother loves you ~ ~ "

the curly King spat on his palm and wiped it.

Evil -

onando wants to vomit.

Visual bomb!

She retreated, but it was a pity that she soon stuck to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

"You, don't come here. I'll tell you that if you touch me, the Ou family won't let you go. It's time for you to be destroyed." O'nando said in a loud voice.

In the face of Uncle curly, she has no information to use, and is not clear about the temperament of these people. She even forgets her ability to lie and boast.

The curly King laughed.

He laughed with pride.

"Ou Jia? They're far away. We'll move the base if we do you. How can ou shaohuang get revenge if he can't find us? If you're flat, just eat it. " Curly King laughs disgustingly.

Jump in.

Onando squatted to avoid his flying.

Behind a group of men holding arms, laughter like waves.

"Big brother, have a good time. It's dead all of a sudden, but it's not fun. We still want to have a good time. Take it easy."

"Hahaha, I know, I know, this is the first time for this little girl. I'm so excited that I'm going to explode when I step on the horse. I'll give it to you when I've had enough of playing -"

woo woo ~ ~

onando's face turns white with fear.

A tear.

The sleeves of her skirt were torn open.

Run, run.

Unfortunately, curly king is teasing her like a cat catching a mouse.

She ran and he ran after her.

Sleeves, one, two Skirt.

In the end, she was left with only the safety clothes inside.

"Don't, don't, please, let me go. I have nothing to do with you. Wuwu, Wuwu --" onando couldn't help it any more.

The dark despair from the bottom of my heart permeates my heart.

There's no blood on the face at the moment.

The king's bloodthirsty eyes are jumping and fierce, and his mouth is full of saliva.

He didn't mean to let onando go.

With a big hand, he grasped the little foot of onando who fell on the floor.

He jerked at her and pulled her towards him little by little.

"No, no --" o'nando hissed.

She held her body tightly in her arms, and the roar from the bottom of her heart turned into a tsunami, sweeping a small heart.

"Ha ha -"

the curly King appreciates the despair of onando.

His big palm meanders over the girl.

Just as he reached out his sinful hand, a savior's report rang out from the door.

"Boss, Prince Cyrus came to R county to soak in hot springs."

What?

The curly king suddenly stood up.

His original strong desire for a volcanic eruption was instantly extinguished.

"Go --" curled hands waved.

Regardless of the whole body trembling with fear behind onando, he rushed out with people.

Just then, curly hair seemed to think of something.

He said to his assistant, "send her to the water prison. Don't move her. Her first time is mine."

"Yes."

King curly left the hall with a group of people.

Pale with fright and trembling, onando curled up with his arms tightly around his body, his head drooping, and did not dare to see anyone.

A cheerful magpie, now seems to have become a gray crow, Yan La Baji, no vitality.

The assistant came over and took a deep breath, looking at the beautiful onando.

"Horse trooper, I'll be happy if this Siro comes later."

He had no choice but to take onando to the water prison.Curly didn't come back as soon as he left.

The man alone in the camp was bored to the point of explosion.

In the evening, he brought food to onando.

Bubble in the water of the little girl, who did not wear any clothes, now was a bubble of water, become dying.

He pulled her out of the water.

Hungry and fainting, onando smelled the food.

She opened her eyes and saw that there was a lot of spaghetti on the plate.

Hunger deprived her of integrity.

She grabbed the fork and took a few quick bites.

After eating all the noodles, she sat on the floor.

There is a trace of red tomato sauce hanging on the corner of the mouth, and the mouth is polished by the light, showing the smell of bone erosion.

Men are short of breath.

He came up abruptly and took off his clothes.

"You, what do you want to do? Your boss said, "don't touch me." Onando runs to the water cell.

However, her arm was seized by the man.

There was a disgusting smile on the man's face.

He said: "yes, your first time is the boss, there are other ways."

A man is like a hungry ghost.

"Go away, go away, don't, don't -" roared onando.

She struggled desperately.

He made a few marks on his arm.

Physical vigilance and fear of men are born again.

She was terrified.

Pop!

A slap in the face.

"Hiss. That's good. I was ready to play with you. Since I propose a toast, I will not be punished. " Men's patience is all light.

One left, one right.

The man slapped onando hard in the face.

Too strong, onando was fan in the water prison.

Before she turned over, the man rushed up again.

As the man grabbed her hair, onando closed his eyes in despair.

Bang!

A shot rang out.

Poop.

The water splashed.

Onando shivered with fear.

She let out shrill shouts.

"It's all right, it's all right!"

A gentle magnetic male voice rang out in my ears.

When ou shaohuang came in, he saw a small figure sitting in the water prison, and his heart suddenly tightened.

It turns out that such a cheerful and lively girl is like a bird chirping on the branches in spring, but now it is like a pickle with no vitality.

Before her fingers touched her, I heard her roar: "don't touch me, don't touch me --"

hysterical cry, the fear engraved into the bone marrow. She is like a bird in shock. The slightest disturbance will make her collapse.