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"Single is not the same as a virgin. Your life history should add a lot: in the history of sex-having an affair with a prostitute."

"Pay attention to your words, Nanta, what you said is really vicious. I never taught you to say such hurtful things." Kamsky leaned back comfortably, closing his eyes, and the severe flashing light penetrated the eyelids. , Playing alternate blushes.

"Sir, sir, although you are already a ripe apple physically, you are still a naive child in your heart. Can't you tell me that I'm jealous?" rA2's tone is dissatisfied, like someone who found her husband cheating Like a wife of chaff.

"Are you jealous?" Kamsky wondered.

"Correct!"

"Wow, that's really true." Kams got up, walked around the work table, came to the short rA2 body, patted its square head all over the welding seams, "Good job, Nanta, yours Intelligence is improving, I am very pleased."

"That's not the point! Phew, forget it, just keep your coldness, dude."

Kamsky shrugged, "Nanta, I should start earning money."

"What? Don't you hate dealing with people the most? Can a simple and hasty physical activity really change a person's character? Oh, I now know why men think in their lower body. Look at you, OK Sir, you have grown a lot overnight."

"I have a reason to make money. Originally, it was just the two of us who could live anyway. But now, McCarthy needs a better environment. You don't know how bad the place she lives is."

"No, I know, I saw it, did you forget that I can monitor your surroundings through your bracelet?"

"Oh, that's right," Kamsky rubbed the black electronic rubber wristband on his left wrist. "It's really hard to pay attention. Should I turn off your authority?"

"No! Oh ho, Mr. Kamsky, you really broke my heart completely, huh!"

Kamsky yawned, "Sorry Nanta. But it is really necessary to make money."

"Would you like to participate in social networking for the one-sided woman?"

"Of course, I don't want to. However, we can play stocks, even retail investors can make a fortune. Haven't U.S. stocks been very good recently?"

"Ha! Would you like to believe in this stock system that can melt four times in a month? It's so funny."

"Listen, Nanta, I don't think I can continue to be confused. There are countless opportunities to make money before my eyes, but I just let them go, because I think that with you and me in life, we are a perfect one. , I can meet my material and spiritual needs."

rA2 interrupted: "But now we have an outsider in our perfect combination! The third person."

"Isn't the triangle very stable?"

"But humans have only two natural sexes."

"Accurately speaking, there are five types...but it can also be three. You are the third type. You are not a man, not a woman, but a machine."

"Come on, my heart is a woman, but also yourself. I am your weakness and weakness."

"It's also my armor." Kamsky smiled and stroked the iron shell of rA2.

"The key point is that I am a woman and belong to you alone. You think that three people together will be a triangle, but in fact it is a seesaw. I can't be the fulcrum in the middle. I will only hang that woman on your side. Get up, in mid-air, she will fall to death!"

Kamsky shook his head, "I don't know, you have become a love expert after one night. I cannot agree with you for your point of view. That's it, the conversation is over, I should find some inspiration, apply for a patent, I will go Check it out, it's not too late to develop a plasma battery..." He muttered, yawned, and retracted into the small bedroom in the corner of the garage, and drew the curtain up, even if it was a small enclosed space.

The two lenses of rA2 stared at the bedroom, the brown-gray velvet curtains showed lights, and Kamsky's shadow was swaying between the folds. After a while, an empty coffee bottle flew out of the curtain and dropped accurately. In the trash can.

...

Kamsky and McCarthy had a passionate love affair. The strange thing is that McCarthy, who took the initiative in the beginning, was not very enthusiastic about Kamsky. This simple-looking woman is actually generous and generous, and she refuses Kamsky's excessive kindness only regards him as a male partner who can chat and do sports.

In the next six months, Kamsky earned the first pot of gold in his life, 30 million U.S. dollars. This is only the cost of obtaining the right to use his patent. Those energy companies will do their best to obtain the integrity of the plasma battery. Authorized, Kamsky felt that making money was so simple, it was like reaching out to fish in a platter, and now he should enjoy life.

After several upgrades, rA2 is now called rA5. The computer carrying her has also been greatly upgraded, and her body has also got rid of the trash can shape and has a complete and realistic human form.

It was another early morning, when the sky was dark, Kamsky slowly walked into his courtyard. In front of the door, rA5 waited for him with his arms akimbo, "What's the matter with my great hero, the request for joy failed?"

"Oh, Nanta, don't ridicule me. McCarthy is having a good time, but I'm not too happy."

rA5 blew a whistle, "Haha, she is much better than I thought! I thought you would be the hurt guy, but I didn't expect the opposite is true. Did you give her money?"

"Yes."

"Did she accept it?"

"No."

"Shit." rA5 disdainfully, stepped forward and put his hands on Kamsky's shoulders, a beautiful face exuding a charming scent of motor oil, "Then I can't help it."

Chapter 720 Abstract Ceremony

Kamsky was shocked and speechless for a moment.

"I don't remember setting you to be such a frivolous person?"

rA5 never show mercy when mocking his master, "Come on, you are a mentally traumatized mental illness. You made me just to make up for your regrets about the lack of maternal love and to satisfy your obscure sexual fantasies in childhood, right? ?"

"You know me." Kamsky laughed.

Turn off the light, and now the room is completely dark.

"Respect the habits of mankind since primitive society. Work is reserved for the day, and work is reserved for the night."

In the night, in the bazaar piled up in shacks, people from the countryside gathered together, singing and drinking around the campfire. Kamsky left his grandfather's sight, and the old man didn't pay attention.He was frantically pouring whiskey, rum, dark beer, and gin into his three-foot thick throat.The air is filled with aromas such as barbecue fat, alcohol, malt, juniper berries, and citrus. They have their own colors, and the different partitions and layers floating in the air are like stratus clouds.

In the orange-red, fast-flashing fire, all the buildings are like living things, and all the living things are like flying ghosts. Kamsky quickly lost his way in the swarming forest.

Layers of drapes and tarpaulins are large patches of color, front and rear, left and right, to separate the human environment; guitars, drums, and even banjos, the music is like a pulsating noise, clogging people's tympanic membranes Now, laughter came from all directions, cheers stunned the music, and caused a stronger rebound.Like a flea falling into a kaleidoscope, Kamsky turned upside down and couldn't tell the distance between the left and right, and rushed forward with his head covered.

He passed through six or seven barriers, and on the lawn that was suddenly open, he saw McCarthy's back, surrounded by another group of men and women.She was sitting on a pile of tall oak barrels, her well-proportioned soft flesh and blood wrapped in a layer of honey-colored skin, and she poured a bottle of Bordeaux red wine from her collarbone.

Some people say that red wine is like blood, but the difference between the two is actually very big.

The blood is warm, viscous, and neutral.

The liquor is cold, refreshing and burning.

Kamsky turned his back to the huge bonfire, so the gold-orange fire spread over McCarthy’s blond spine. The garnet-red wine was like a stream gurgling in the valley. Zhang closed out The zigzag wave surface reflects brilliant light, just like the eyes of stars.

"McKasi!"

She turned her head, but revealed Nanta's face, this somewhat aging beauty's cheeks, with presumptuous and depraved red glow, her squinted eyes also showed fine crow's feet, and her eyes showed indescribable love.

This woman is Kamsky’s lover, rA——reAlive

"Cam! Come here!"

Nanta pulled Kamsky up, and on the tall brown oak barrels, they were like two gods in charge of drunkenness and hallucinations. In the beautiful evening breeze, they revealed the essence of human existence and thoroughly controlled the senses. Put aside, confuse the five colors and five flavors.Lying on his back, Kamsky watched the sky convulsed violently under the starry night, the distant town sitting at the foot of the hill, and the gray night was poured into these rough concrete structures and scattered spruce like a living soul. And some other towering trees make the town look like a bunch of clumsy giants.

Nanta shared his mercy and love with Kamsky. His face was pale, like a drowned in a river, but he moved like a bloodthirsty jackal.

"People will always die!" said the old professor of philosophy to Kamsky, the only one in the audience.