My mind quickly turned around. I remembered what the hell was in the African God of Death, and smiled slightly.

The old man Hongguang suddenly laughed: "What are you laughing at about young people?"

"Oh no, I just remembered a friend. A friend who slept with an animal." I said casually.

"Oh? Your friends are all quite interesting!" The old man turned his head and smiled at Mi Feng. Mi Feng smiled with him, and he was very nervous in his words. I was very surprised that his relationship with the old man felt a bit inappropriate.

"By the way, I heard you don't have a job now?" The old man looked at me with interest.

I looked at Xiaoxiao and Mifeng: "Well, I have some friction with the boss and have fired myself. I am very leisurely now."

"That's a pity. By the way, if you have time to find me to play with it, see if you dare to be interested in my place."

I was not very interested in the old man's casual words, but I felt that Mi Feng was shocked. The old man looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, smiled slightly, lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

I always feel that this old man is not simple. The aura of the superior is faintly revealed. Forget it, why bother with so many.

The wind outside was very strong. In the end, I refused Xiaoxiao's suggestion to keep me in the Internet cafe. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything. It was very lively in front of me. It was still hot in the Chinese New Year. I remembered that when I was a child, I couldn't help but pick up a cigarette. The cigarette butt was very bright red. I looked at my watch and it was 2 a.m. It was not like this. The long road, the dark night, the excitement and light ahead. I could never walk through it. I only had the cigarette in my mouth.

Maybe, it will be all good.

My butt was a little cold, so I got up. I thought about many things every day and felt depressed for a while every day. I didn’t care about anything, was not interested in anything, was not hopeful, and just went on like this. There was no anger, no fear, only a faint helplessness and the occasional curiosity that made me strangely, that’s all. Even the smiles in the face of others remained unchanged. There was no emotion at all.

The wind slapped his face hard, depressed but not numb. I could even clearly smell a faint smell of wine in the air. I could still see the two silly girls in front of me slapping at me with something similar to DV in my hand. My mouth was not clean and my steps were very staggering.

He lowered his head and shrank his neck, pulled his bobs' sweater, kicked the stones, and walked silently.

When I passed by the street light, the two women were no longer there, and there were signs of vomiting on the ground. I didn’t even feel nauseous, so I stepped over. After walking a few more steps, under the street light, I vaguely saw something reflecting on the ground. It was the DV machine I just went up and kicked it. Suddenly I remember that Achao kept saying that he wanted to buy a DV machine, so he leaned over and picked it up, held it in his hand, and continued walking. At the next intersection, several children were playing, and suddenly it seemed that they were back in the past. I was so happy, without pressure or ties.

When I arrived at the entrance of my alley, I suddenly felt very tired. I sat on the side and lit a cigarette. In front of me was the crime scene. I could still see a human-shaped open space in a vague way. There were traces of sadness. A person was so simple. All that remained was the only relish of people and the scene of pain. No matter how glorious, charming, or insignificant it was before, the woman was left. Once she left, there were so many left.

Who makes us cry and surprise us?

The lights were still on downstairs as usual. The toilet owner was watching the lights blankly, feeling that it was so unrealistic. Why am I here? Why am I here?

Before the person came out of the toilet, I unbuttoned my pants while standing in the black at the door. I immediately made a pattern in the snow. Everything was so fragile and so easy to be hurt.

The doctor's room was full of lights and laughter from time to time. It seemed that they were all downstairs. I breathed a sigh of relief and I went upstairs.

As the light moonlight spreads, I looked in front of me. This is where I live now, and this is where I have lived recently. The tracks are restricted here, like cages with no way out. There is no roar of monsters, and some are my clear heartbeat.

Viagra is asleep. It is now at the age of eating, sleeping, and eating, and its milk teeth are not yet fully grown. Where is me? It exposes my teeth in front of the mirror, slightly yellow and has tooth decay. Her hair is messy and greasy.

They added charcoal to the right temperature. They couldn't sleep in bed. They were confused and didn't know where this state came from.

I picked up the dv beside me, fiddled for a while before I opened it. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t understand or if it was kicked out just now.

"Damn, you're back." The doctor was wearing pajamas and forked his waist, at the door. I responded and continued to tinker with dv.

She walked to me and a faint smell of alcohol came: "Where did you go and have a trance? She looked decadent?" She pushed me, I moved inward, and she sat down beside the bed.

"You guys have drunk? Where are they?" I looked at her, wearing a cartoon pajamas.

"I slept like a dead pig. Why do you look like a kidney deficiency? I've really gone out to fool around? Who else can be more attractive than Comrade Xiaoli?"

"She? What does it have to do with me?" I threw DN aside. I put my hands back and put my head rest on.

I looked at me strangely, she took the dv. I let her tinker and didn't say anything. My mind occasionally roared, and there was a sound of bombs.

"Ah..." After a long time, a shout next to her suddenly shouted in surprise. I turned my head to look at her. She looked me up and down: "You are so perverted. Do you like this kind of top-notch product?" She had a little disdain in her tone, and a little disappointed.

I was speechless. When she saw me pretending to be stupid, she leaned over and leaned against me, and said fiercely: "Look, is it exposed?"

Following her gaze, I looked at the scene of two people shooting each other in dv. From three o'clock to naked, I was doing various obscene movements, my eyes were floating, and I was slightly breathing. Judging from my body shape, I should be the two silly girls walking in front of me.

"I picked it up and brought it back." I was a little tired of others tentatively suspicious of me, so I pushed her away slightly.

She refused to let go and leaned over and said, "Look, I'm still lustful in the world. Damn, it's so fucking disgusting."

I gently slapped her mouth: "Let you say swear words, by the way, I picked it up."

The doctor stared at me carefully: "Well, your eyes have not changed much, there is no color. Let's take it as your true."

Suddenly, a rebellious feeling arose: "Why do you care about me so much about me? Even if it's mine, I don't need to lie to you, right?"

Who cares about me? When I die, who will cry for me? Even if I die, how many will be sad for me for a while, how many are they a little surprised and they are all busy with their own things?

The doctor looked at me and said, "You can't say that, it's not that the problem is not enough. We are friends, let alone."

I interrupted her: "I can't stand it, I don't have so many friends." A violent aura occupied my body, as if the flood that had never been vented, drowned my reason for a moment.

The doctor was a little angry: "What you said! OK, OK, no problem, I've seen you clearly, OK, very good!" She began to get angry, like an ant on a hot pan.

I really want to hug her, anyone can do it, crying well, and crying happily. I seem to be going crazy, and I feel like I want to hold my head.

"You go out, I'm going to sleep." I want to cry alone.

She seemed to be stunned: "You've driven people away?" She suddenly realized that she suddenly lifted my quilt: "Okay, it's not a friend, right? Then why would I bandage the wound for you? I pulled it."

I quickly grabbed her hand that teared the wound line: "It hurts, you can't calm down for a while. I have no other intentions, I'm just very tired."

The doctor was obviously angry with me: "Damn it, it makes you tired, it makes you tired." The other hand grabbed the underwear and clenched it hard a few times. I sat up in pain and held her evil hand: "Are you crazy? You're going to break."

"It's... let it break, let you pretend, let you still be proud." She bit my ear, and the demon's hand increased its strength.

Pain, heart-wrenching pain, pain that can no longer be used to the body.

In the end, I almost got paralyzed and held a bud on her chest. No, I should have held it, it was really boring.

"You... don't let go?" I was threatening her. Although I was almost speechless, my eyes told her that if she didn't let go, I wouldn't let go.

She suddenly felt a little relieved: "What are you afraid of? There is no ** in your eyes."

Now I really want to slap her twice. I feel like she is trying hard again, but my hand can only move slightly on the bud. Even if I move a little, I will be so tired that I feel even weaker.

"Please, the beauty, it's broken, it's broken." I hummed in pain. At the moment when my consciousness was about to be destroyed, I made the final effort, gently clamped her grapes, pulled them down, and no longer had the strength, and weakly retracted my hand and moaned softly.

She finally let go of her hand. I subconsciously covered the painful place and gently kneaded it: "You are crazy, are you going to kill me to feel comfortable?"

She didn't care about her bright red face, and cursed while kneading: "Once I'm done, I'll get you on the side. Wait, you crazy guy."

"...Bah, you pervert. Being an eunuch, you'll die better. You, you, you, you, you, you, I..." She rushed up as soon as she reacted. I didn't care about interception, and I couldn't even free my hands to intercept it. I felt a strong force slamming my neck, and with a sense of inertia, I was thrown on the bed.

It was blank, suddenly it was blank. There was nothing, except for the pain swaying in my head. I couldn't even feel the pain of persecution I just suffered. I just looked at the doctor numbly and rode on me like I was towards that Japanese woman, tearing and hitting her. There was no pain.

The track has deviated from the track of my life, God.

She stumbled and lay beside me. I asked blankly, "Is it over? Why don't I feel it yet?"

She gasped and said, "Abnormal. You old hooligan." After that, she kicked me at the point of harm. I trembled all over and hugged her thighs nervously with my right hand. She screamed in horror and pulled back, but because I grabbed it too tightly, she heard her scream again, and I felt as if I had pulled her pajamas a lot. No, to be precise, she broke away.

She twisted her body again and wanted to hit her, so I quickly grabbed her other claws and suppressed her other hooves. For a moment, we twisted back and forth in a hugging position.

Unsatisfied, she seemed to have learned the problem of a Japanese woman and bit my shoulder. Still, there was no pain.

In this way, regardless of her fear and surprise, I gently patted her head: "Stop making trouble, just do it like this, I am really tired, very tired."

I didn't even have time to let go of my hands, I didn't even have time to prepare for a sleeping position, I didn't even think about it much, just like that, I felt my head relaxed and fainted. I lost consciousness
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