I am in Dongying mixed society

"...Can I stop going to Russia?"

Chapter 145: In the legend, only a bullet/bullet with no eyes can control a woman

What does a poem say?Gou... ahem!

Tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow is so many, I am born to wait for tomorrow, everything will come to nothing.

This poem probably means, that is to say, if you want to work hard, it's best to start today, don't push it day by day, you can only do nothing at the end.

As an idiot, Miss Shenmu Yao, who did not get good grades at school, or was very poor, naturally did not know the meaning of this poem.

Or maybe she didn't even know the existence of this poem.

Fortunately, aside from being a perverted virtue, as a traditional Japanese idiot, she is also considered a perfect inheritance of the traditional Japanese idiot who can do whatever she thinks and has no action plan. Unorganized, disciplined, and reckless character.

According to the perverted action plan of Lily in his heart.

At the end of the New Year’s blessing, I accompanied my eldest lady and Miss Kyouko to enjoy the Japanese New Year’s New Year’s fireworks with the group, and shouted "Yamaiya~" with hundreds of sounds, ending all the welcome today. The event went smoothly and returned to Hoshino's mansion once again.

Waiting for Kyoko Yosamiji and Yuri Kakihara, who lived with herself recently, to fall asleep, she crept up again, sneaking up from the big bed in her dormitory, and dressed herself in the same body that she had almost never changed recently. The maid's long skirt, then tiptoed and shrunken, paid attention to Kawaki Hara Yuri who was sleeping soundly on the bed after a day out without arousing the maid Yuko.

In this way, without knowing it, he quietly figured out the room where he, Kyoko and Yuri were staying together.

What is she going to do?

As I said before, there will be so many tomorrows.

As a perverted kinky idiot, she is definitely going to faithfully fulfill the sex/harassment/harassment agreement she made with Miss Kyouko in Sensoji Temple tonight. Here comes!

That's right!She is going to inherit the will of Lord Shinichi before his death!

Inheriting that, she had never met her before, but she had an idea that made her feel that she recognized the code of conduct of Lord Shinichi from the heart. This sense of identity is like the proletarian revolutionaries who have never met Marx. That sense of identity with the founder of the proletariat!

Even if it is not a student of the other party, even if it is decades or even hundreds of years away from the age of the other party!They will also sing the Internationale against the enemy's artillery fire, shouting the slogan that Internaxonel will surely realize and move forward fearlessly!

She sneaked, like a determined underground party member in the corridor of Hoshino's house in the dark!

She marched forward, with a fearless spirit of sacrifice and the faith of the unchanging daughter of her master Shinichi that is as indestructible as steel!

She fumbled and reached the door of her eldest lady's living room.

The surveillance camera was like a dummy under her flexible movements, and the patrol members passing by the corridor from time to time could not find her whereabouts. She ghostly held the silver door with a strong capitalist atmosphere in her Missy’s living room handle.

Soon, like the top secret agent of the People's Interior Ministry who graduated from the former Soviet Union KGB Academy, he walked into his eldest lady's room.

There was a smirk at the corner of her mouth, and a smile called Victor and History Writer continued to spread on her pretty and energetic face.

It seemed that victory was just around the corner.

She fumbled towards the big bed in the middle of the room, and through the dim table lamp beside the bed, she admired Miss Hitomi's peaceful and lovely face after falling asleep.

She stretched out her hand, and carefully and cautiously touched the top of the opponent's head twice, even if it was on the pillow, it was still stiff.

She squeezed her eldest lady's cute little face with great flexibility, like a prank or revenge.

"Suck--!!!"

Taking a deep breath, the bursts of milk scent secreted by the underage girl's body poured into her unmanned nostrils, moisturizing her nasal mucosa, and stimulating her nerves.

At this time, she couldn't help but have an impulse!

This impulse came from the same heart as practicing qigong. Under this impulse from the heart, she wanted to directly lift the quilt covering her body and lick the whole body of the young girl several times!

"Well..."

The sound of dreaming sounded, this voice was tender and cute, just like Nagong Simeng, it made people feel like it was overwhelming.

However, it was such an intoxicating dream that caused Miss Shenmu Yao, who was having a bold idea in her heart, to wake up suddenly from the vain impulse!

While letting her put away the bold thoughts that were almost uncontrollable in her heart, it also made her understand that now she can't really stick her tongue out to the other party's milky feet and cute little girl. Face~

She stepped back, it doesn't mean that she was stunned. The reason for her stepping back was only considering that she hadn't used the opponent's favorability enough, so she shifted the focus of the offense for the long-term plan!

She turned around, and walked gently to the front of the closet with her feet wrapped in seductive black silk.

He stretched out his hand, and inevitably opened the door of the wooden wardrobe with a small creak when someone opened it.

Then he stretched out his hands into the closet.

He opened the drawer again, and took out a child-shaped fat chi embroidered with Doraemon patterns from it.

Holding it in both hands, the expression is sincere as if a sincere Christian is holding the Shroud of Turin!It showed the pilgrimage-like face that the Tibetans, who were on a pilgrimage, came to the Potala Palace before and after three steps of a pilgrimage to kneel down!

Holding Fatci, she walked to the bed, raised her head, and looked at the blue civet cat smiling at her with the moonlight outside the window.

An impulse of Hebrew mythology believers to accept the baptism of holy water from the Holy See began to surface in her heart!

With the moonlight outside the window, I looked at Fat Ci for a long while like checking the watermark of a banknote.

Suddenly, she moved!

She covered the fat of the young girl on her face!Start breathing like a man sucking in his girlfriend's hair!

Although this fat time has been carefully washed, and even a trace of the body of a young girl is not left on it, a huge sense of satisfaction still spreads from her heart at this time!

She was intoxicated, she was addicted, but at this time when she was addicted to this happiness, what she could not see was that she covered the fat on her face.

Miss Hitomi, who was sleeping behind her, suddenly opened her pink eyes from her deep sleep.

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In the silent night, Hitomi Hoshino was lying on the bedside.

Although after a day of New Year's Eve activities, her weak and petite body couldn't help but feel a little tired.

However, she did not fall asleep, and the unfinished business and the decision to order Watanabe Ikeko and others to clear the Hoshino team's regional leaders who did not listen to her own schedule caused enough pressure to make her only seven years old feel insomnia.

Simply, before the sleepiness in her mind is not enough to destroy the pressure, she opened the letter that Ieko Watanabe had brought her to Hidenaka Sato from Russia, printed with a golden cross pattern and black background. , A letter sent by his father’s old lover, the Russian godfather this time.

As described on the letter shell, this is an invitation letter, an invitation letter from Russia [Disciplinary Bandits Congress].

The invitation letter is divided into two pages. The content of the first page is purely official and old-fashioned language. Except for the Japanese font that is so ugly and ugly, and the entire text is handwritten manually. Remarkable.

Taking a glance at the ten lines of the letter in his hand, Hitomi Hoshino put the letter paper in his hand and the black envelope aside.

Then she took out the custom pistol with Yingluosong pattern that the other party sent with the letter.

Pulled out the magazine and looked at the contents. There were only seven bullets that were half the thickness of the adult/person/little finger. After that, I took a pair of children with the fun of getting a new toy. He started to play with the pistol in his hand.