Blood Crisis of PUBG

"It's a very good game experience." The paragraph watched the night sky, the leisurely snorted, slipped slowly in the poisonous gas. The drugs and ammunitions of the drums in the backpack have given him a great sense of security, too calmly spending the way, let him gradually move.

He opened Tajun Motor from the upper left corner of the map, and opened the road all the way to the map, and stopped using a first aid package from time to time, or wrapped several bandages.

The air is filled with a faint blue, and the segment is unlikely.

"When the drunken dreams should have been home ..." Taun Motor has some difficult to manipulate, constantly tilting, so that the paragraph will feel likewirly. "She absolutely can't think of I am actually selected by the two games ... will it be worried about me?"

Duan Sile screams a love song of your teeth, the head is still shaken with the rhythm, sang "not afraid of the pain", suddenly smirked two times.

He thought that when he was a few hours ago and drunk dreams in the globbess, the drunken dream was cute.

"Sure enough, I am still very charming. Drunken dreams have a unique moment to love me." Duan Mo, of course, to understand the meaning behind the drunken words, but he still chose to blank. "Hey, it seems that I am the protagonist. I have entered the game for so long, I can not only fierce, but also beautiful."

Taun Motorcycle is dramatically bumps, interrupted the self-intoxication of Duan Dai.

"But the words come back ... In fact, the drunken dream is not bad, although sometimes it is a fierce, but at least a good person, especially -" Duan Mo thought of drunken dream, fetish body, slapsed water.

"If the body and IQ of the drunken dreams are combined with the personality of the peas, it is a model girlfriend ..." Duan Mori shook his head, lamented in the world, the whole faction, can shook his head, the mind A girl has emerged.

Girls who are smart and beautiful, and a cute girl - isn't it her?

Duan Mo suddenly exposed a bitterness, and sure, even if it is struggling in front of death, there is still no way to forget?

Ye Xing, Ye Xing.

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Ho City in October, there is already a little chill.

Duan Sail shrinks, no one is in the left and right, put the last small advertisement into the trash can, then turn into the electronic mall that is not far from the corner.

"Boss, today's advertisements have been sent." Duan Mo smiled, today's temperature has dropped to zero, but he still wore a single dress.

The boss is a four or five middle-aged men, is a good look and good to sell goods to customers. Duan is waiting for it, he is bored, and pick up a headset on the counter.

"Don't move, two thousand." The boss immediately turned his head to the show, and then turned to the head and went to flicker.

"A broken earphone is still two thousand?" Said the mouth, quickly put the headphones back.

After ten minutes, let's take a breath of the old boss, the customer is still shaking his head, the boss is a long-awaited a few words "poor acid", which has turned his head, which is turned to the head.

"Failure? Very fast." The fat boss took out and changed from the pocket, and the number did not have a few, and the Duan Duan was directly. "Hard work, hurry."

The paragraph is overjoyed, and the blue and purple Renminbi of the crumpler are so pitiful, so I want to say something, who knows that the fat boss will hand him to him, and have already opened it. .

"Zhou Ji ..." Duan Duan Dai, unfortunately, put the money into the pocket, push the door and went out.

In the summer, the final hot gas was faded, and autumn leaves fell to the earth, and the cold wind in the evening had some bones.

The paragraph sprinkled with thin clothes, and the pace is urgent to the small nest. I have been graduating for half a year. He has not found a job yet, and even arrived in the street hair advertisement. He took the sixty dollars in the pocket, and he took the stomach to fill yourself and Ye Xing at night.

The tricycle who sells roasted sweet potatoes in the street is still there, and the paragraph bite the teeth, sighed, and walked in the past.

Ye Xing seems to have a few times and want to eat roasted sweet potatoes ... After all, in the narrow broken house, a roasting potato that is hot is probably the most comfortable thing.

Duan wanted, but also began to shut these hawkers.

"A broken sweet potato, so expensive ..."

The uncle selling sweet potato saw the paragraph, some helpless. This young man has already asked himself in three days. It can be hesitant for a long time every time, and finally.

"Come on." Uncle did not mind that the paragraph only asked the behavior that did not buy, but more enthusiastic than in the past. "Birman, I have left you a small, cheap."

"Hey, grandfather, you have a heart." Duan Mo was going to buy a baked sweet potato in one taking yourself today, and suddenly heard the uncle, and some happy.

The uncle smiled and exposed a bite of yellow teeth. His Liso gave the paramers, and took the few ships that were silently passed, and thought that this young man will finally ask him to ask him.

Duan Mo's dysplasia, a baked sweet potato, a sluggish, is a happy heart, but I have a few steps, but I heard the grandfather behind her.

"I still don't let the grandchildren of the grandchildren."

Duan Mo's lips creeps a few times, I want to look back, ridicule, you can still diarrhea.

Crossing a few stinks, then walked over a dirt road, Duan Mo returned to the poorest place from the most prosperous place in the city.

The dazzling bright light does not belong to him, and the small alley in front of him is his belongs.

The street light is a placement. It has a weak light. On the walls of him, the scarlet's "demolition" word is the only color.

However, this small alley today seems to be different.

The paragraph is afraid of roasted sweet potato to spread the hot, tightly put it in his arms, and it is going to find a company to find a corporate to go to the corner.

However, a fire red Porsche 911 is stopped in the corner, and the card is in the narrow alley, and the death is blocked by the road.

"Who's car! No long eyes?" Duan Mo smashed, lifting the feet, but when he saw the car standard than the gold, he collected his feet in the air, and there was a little flash. A .

"I - relying on!" Duan Mo saw no one, and then went to the side of the car. "Luxury!"

Duan Mo has seen a rich second generation in the university. I took the most beautiful school flowers in the school. The windy scene left him too deeply impression, so even if it was dim. The small street lights also recognized this unparalleled Porsche.

"Frog Eye, fat buttocks, rear afterward" has a two-cylinder engine ... "Duan fails to gently scrateched the perfect body with the fingertips, the saliva is flowing down - the plump of the body of the body is a man The temptation, no bits of the Upper Plain.

"But ..." Duan Mo has some doubts, but here can be the most dirty place in the city, the whole city, how can such a luxury car?

When Duan Mo is boring, a familiar female voice sounds.

"Let's go, otherwise my boyfriend is coming back."

Another voice is a slightly low-skewing male.

"Well, tonight - don't you come back?"

Ye Xing's tone is a bit anxious, "Well, don't come back."

"That, how do you talk to him?" The man asked.

"Don't worry, I will solve it."

Then, the footsteps sounded, Duan Mo even clearly heard the sound of men's leather shoes and Ye Xing's canvas shoes on earth roads. After he hid behind the corner, he was closely attached to the wall.

Under dim light, Ye Xing and men did not find the existence of Duan Duan, and they didn't send the car, and they slowed down at the other end of the alley.

The fascinating fire red Porsche will gradually, and enter the world that belongs to its lights, and Duan Mo is standing in the dark, as if it is a great hammer, I will not be angry.

He slowly squatted, and his body shrinks into a group, and some can't believe it.

Ye Xing, his girlfriend, actually sitting a strange man's car, going out in the night?

His figure is shrinking, like a lonely dog.

Illusion?

The neighbor's TV is accompanied by cooking in the pot bowl. The sound is still noisy, and the sound is faint to pass to the ear of Duan's ear, which is ignorant, like another world.

Duan, listened, and the TV was played by Zhou Xingchi's movie, domestic Ling Ling paint.

He and Ye Xing once defeated the 18-inch small TV in the rental house and saw countless times. Whenever Zhou Xingchi sang a passion, Ye Xing always cried.

Zhang Xueyou's "autumn" was sang by Zhou Xingchi, and it seems that the sorrow is strong, and that even if the lover is poisoned with a muzzle, it is necessary to give her a bloody rose, and let Ye Xing chat.

Every time I read this section, I always rode on Duan Dou, and I took a Duan's garment and asked him. "If I use a gun, I will sing this song for me?"

The paragraph spoils the waist of Ye Xing, nodded with a full face.

That is a happy song that even the jade, can't be disgraced.

But now?