Ma Xiaole was a clever ghost. When he heard this, he immediately clenched his palms and grabbed the puppy whip hard in his hand, "Dad, what you said is true?"

"Boy, why am I lying to you?" Ma Changgen said in a loving tone, "Xiaole, since you were kicked by Jinzhu, it has been difficult for you in the past two years, so I came here all morning. Maybe this thing can cure you!" After that, he took out a small bottle from his pocket, "This is the wine made by the dog whip. Can you try it?"

Ma Xiaole put the puppy whip, took the small bottle, looked at the yellowed wine solemnly, and was so excited that he couldn't speak. After a while, he stammered and said, "Dad, you go back first, I'll try it slowly."

Ma Changgen understands Ma Xiaole's mood, and this matter will be easier than others.

Ma Xiaole sent Ma Changgen far away, turned around and ran back to the dormitory, closed the door with a "bang", and tied it firmly.

Sitting beside the bed, Ma Xiaole stared at Xiao Pingzi in a daze, and his hands were closed together for a long time, "God bless you, let this magical wine save me, this poor person. And Ah Huang, I treat you very well on weekdays, so you can show your compassion and let my thing get better soon!"

After saying that, he pulled out the bottle plug, raised his head and drank it upwards.

After drinking, it might be a little too much. Ma Xiaole was a little dizzy and fell into the quilt and fell asleep in a daze.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Ma Xiaole woke up and felt that her lower abdomen was burning like boiling water, and it was rolling very strongly inside, especially the one, which was extremely strong.

"Is it going to work?" Ma Xiaole excitedly lifted the quilt and looked at the crotch. But there was still a pile of beeping, not becoming a long and thick one.

Ma Xiaole took off his pants, worried that he would be blocked by his pants. But it still didn't work. There was no improvement there. Instead, he was surging in his lower abdomen and was about to rush out.

The panicked Ma Xiaole tried his best to control the feeling and concentrate all his thoughts on his crotch, hoping that this feeling would push the guy up.

Finally, he was disappointed. Nearly two hours passed, and Ma Xiaole couldn't help it. He really felt a strong and hot thing jumping out of the winding pipes until the head's mouth slowly flowed out. After a while, a pile of slightly yellow things with the smell of earth were left behind.

"Mom, I'm really finished. Nothing can cure me!" Ma Xiaole shouted sadly, collapsed on the bed weakly, staring blankly out of the window, unable to see any vitality.

The sky outside the window was gray and a little yellow, and the air seemed to stop flowing, which was a sign before the snow.

Originally, Ma Xiaole liked snow very much, but every time it snowed, he felt an indescribable excitement. This excitement made his emotions rush like a wild horse, feeling that everything was full of vitality and could bloom in the snowy day.

But now it’s different. With Ma Xiaole’s current mood, he can’t be interested in anything. Not to mention interest, he even feels that he has lost hope even while living.

Until dark, Ma Xiaole was frozen in the quilt like a dead fish without moving.

The snowflakes have already floated up, the roof on the ground has been laid, and a lot has accumulated on the windowsill. With the laying, when large tracts of snowflakes fall down again, they can still make some noise.

The sound of snowflakes falling is very exciting to Ma Xiaole. In the past, every year when it snowed, he would run out and listen to the "rustling" sound of snowflakes falling on his shoulders. This fascinated him and was a good enjoyment.

The enjoyment was no longer felt anything now, the only feeling was that he was chilling all over. Ma Xiaole sat up from the quilt, put on a cotton jacket, and planned to smoke a cigarette to warm up. As soon as he touched his pocket, he touched the puppy whip.

Ma Xiaole took out the puppy whip and put it on his palm to look at it. He thought if this thing needs to be made by adding some heavy materials, but how to put it down? He really doesn't have the courage to swallow it. Ma Xiaole thought of a camera on the TV, burning something to ashes and drinking it with water, which also works.

"Yes, burn it to ashes and drink it! Anyway, that's it, I have to try it!" Ma Xiaole was a little excited and took out a lighter and started burning it.

But it was very strange that no matter how hard the puppy whip was burned, it would not turn into ashes until it was burned into a sticky oil that was red and yellow. Seeing that there was still a little left in the puppy whip, Ma Xiaole turned off the fire, "Damn, why didn't it turn into ashes?"

Ma Xiaole looked at the oil that was flowing into a pool on the table, stretched out his finger and dipped it. It was still sticky and it didn't even get frozen.

Suddenly, Ma Xiaole thought that if he applied the oil to the guy's root, he might be able to connect it. It was like bone-grassing grass, and it was also made sticky and applied to the outside.

Thinking of this, Ma Xiaole quickly dipped his index finger into the oil and applied it around the soft spot at the root. After almost all, he saw that there were still a lot of oil left, so he dipped it and applied the whole thing again.

After a while, I felt a thorny feeling.

"Punch it, thorn it, it's better if the thorn is gone, so as not to be useful and annoying!" Ma Xiaole simply let go, wrapped herself in the quilt and lay down, and fell asleep in a daze.

It was less than 11 o'clock at night, and Ma Xiaole woke up from thirst, which smelled like drunkenness. She didn't turn on the light, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed to look for water. As soon as she got out of bed, she felt that the table in front of the bed was blocked. Ma Xiaole thought she had tripped the table legs and pulled them down, but it still couldn't.

After less than a second of wondering, Ma Xiaole suddenly screamed in surprise, shook his butt, and the table made a "squeak" sound.

"That's right! That's right! It's hard!" Ma Xiaole stretched out his slightly shaking hand and slowly touched it down. He was very nervous, afraid that this was an hallucination.

It's hot and hot! It's not wrong at all! It's just hard!

Ma Xiaole couldn't help but feel ecstasy, rushed to the light switch, and almost madly turned on the light, and the switch wires were pulled off.

The lights were on, the trousers were torn off, and the crotch was clearly presented: a big guy who was swollen and purple, raised his head with a shiny metallic light, and looked at him unyieldingly. His expression seemed to have been enslaved for a long time suddenly awakened. After striving for freedom, he couldn't help but be angry and full of heroic spirit!

Ma Xiaole rubbed his eyes hard, held the guy and flipped it, looking real!

Still don’t believe in this magical scene. Ma Xiaole saw an orange on the table, which was probably three or four pounds. After thinking for a while, he reached out and lifted the net bag over and hung it up.

Has caught it!

Ma Xiaole couldn't help but hold his hands in his chest, raised his head and closed his eyes, shook it hard, and shouted, "I'm up——"
Chapter completed!