The Beast’s Blood Boils

Suddenly, red light flashed!

A perfect parabola was drawn in the air, and it fell heavily on the ground, causing a loud noise.

For a long time, a fuzzy figure fumbled and turned on the light in the dark. Jingguan with a swollen nose and half a cigarette butt in his mouth, shouted angrily: "My Emperor Polo! Who's his mother put the bastard box on the ground?"

One by one, kicking away the models running around the floor, Jingguan's eyes patrolled on the console, and finally fell on the two extra-large machete.These two knives have thick and thin backs, black blades all over, and only the sharp edges. They are now stuck on the chopping board in a figure eight shape. The teak handles that are raised up high are like two giant cannons rising into the sky, pointing straight into the sky.

Jingguan strode forward, and when he passed by the chopping board, he reached out and flicked the back of the knife.With a clenched sound, a faint dragon roar came out of the dust, and the room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of all footsteps.

When I walked to the freezer, I slid open the door of the cabinet. There were dozens of white fleshy bodies with frost hanging on the iron hook and swinging gently.Jingguan spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, his eyes were drawn across the body of the many pugs, and he patted the hip of a white flesh in front of him. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with the opponent. He stretched out his hand and took the naked body Take off the hook and carry it on your shoulders.

When he turned around, his free left hand grabbed it in the cage next to the freezer, and a screaming Chickin girl fell into his palm.Walking back to the chopping board, shaking his shoulders and throwing the meat on the table, his right hand squeezed Chikein’s head and twisted it hard. Amidst the cracking sound of a fracture, the young Chike was interrupted by Juli Shengsheng’s dying cry. Stuffed in the throat.

His hands were flying, feathers falling from the sky, and the broken hair sticking to Jingguan's face and body was washed off by the stream of sweat, and rolled down the hideous scars.Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he threw Chickin's body on the chopping board. Jingguan used two knives to chop off Chickin's head and limbs in just one shot.Then he cut through Chick'in's belly with a single hand, and pulled one hand in, and in a short while, he cleared all the internal organs from his body.

Throwing away the debris in his hand, and throwing the body of Chikein into the boiling water with the other hand, Jingguan's eyes returned to the flesh.

Hand up

Knife fall

A whole buttocks separated from the body. When Dangdang was in the center of the cutting board, Jingguan once again swung his swords and gave a low drink, leaving a few afterimages in the air.

Splash of minced meat!

The blood frozen into ice slag fell on Jingguan's hot body, turning into red dots, and then flew into the air again with the swing of his body.

After the flesh and blood flew, the official's double knives were poked on the chopping board again, his left hand pulled the greasy apron on his chest, and the thick tarp was thrown to the far corner.With a right hand stretched out, he uncovered the lid on the basin, took out a large ball of raw, tender flour, and placed it on the operating table.

The thick hands were squeezed, pressed, kneaded, and beaten vigorously. The snow-white dough was constantly changing shape like Lanlan's plump breasts, and the panting sound became heavier...

Finally, after a long sigh, a two-foot-long and thick stick appeared in Jingguan's hand and kept rolling.

About a quarter of an hour passed, and the sloth sitting in the hall was the seventeenth time he got up and looked inside, but there was nothing but darkness.As he was about to get up for the eighteenth time, the sound of heavy footsteps broke the silence of the night, and an eight-foot-tall man walked out with two large sea bowls.

Jingguan flipped his hand, and the two large sea bowls flew toward the sloth, and fell heavily on the table."Woke up Lao Tzu in the middle of the night just to eat two bowls of wonton noodles in chicken soup?" Jingguan asked, staring at the sloth with wide eyes.

Sloth bows left and right,

"That's not good." Jingguan shook his head and said.

"Yes Yes."

"Twenty-three and a half dollars."

The sloth took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and threw it on the table, panicking and getting up to leave."Stop!" Jingguan shouted violently, scared the sloth almost fell to the ground.

"Who do you think I am?" Jingguan squinted at the sloth.

"No... nothing else... other meanings." The sloth shivered and said, "The extra is a tip, no need to look for it."

"Who is looking for money for you?" Jingguan threw the banknotes to the sloth: "Exchange two fifty ones!"

Seeing the figure that was rolling away and crawling away, Jingguan raised his arms and shouted: "Who else!!!"

(Who else: It’s pronounced'Kampas' in Mongolian)

Standing for a moment, he tucked the two banknotes into his underwear, Jingguan clapped his hands and turned around to leave.A hoarse voice floated from the corner: "It's impossible to treat guests this way. The consequences are serious and the boss is very angry!"

Pulling out a pack of crumpled'Nanjing' from Jingguan's buttocks, a box of matches appeared magically in Jingguan's palm, his fingers flicked, and cigarettes twisted into various shapes flew into the air one after another.Jingguan raised his head and opened his mouth wide, waiting...waiting...

However, none of the cigarettes fell into his mouth. All the cigarettes fell on the shiny bald head of the boss. The boss with a head of shredded tobacco stood up with a gloomy face, and uttered two words from his dry lips: "Fuck off."

He curled his mouth, put the cigarette case close to his mouth, curled his tongue, and finally a cigarette fell between his lips.He squeezed the cigarette case into a ball, and threw his hand at the feet of the boss. Jingguan took out a match and struck his chest covered with black hair, and a wisp of blue smoke floated up amid the soft noise.

After lighting the cigarette, he took two sips, and Jingguan also spit out two words: "My day!"

The boss seemed to be a little frightened. He squatted and hid himself in the shadow. He still seemed to feel the official's fierce gaze. After a while, he said: "I will pay you tomorrow."

In the darkness again, Jingguan leaned on his hands and feet, raised his legs to clear his steps, walked into the bathroom cautiously, turned on the faucet gently, moistened the towel with warm water, and carefully wiped his body.The minced meat and blood stains stuck to his naked chest were spilled from the lush chest hair. After wiping, he wiped one side with soap wrapped in a wet towel, and then wiped one side of the body with clean water.

Singing a small song while rubbing it, it seems that I am not worried about losing my job.

After doing this three times, convinced that the smell of flesh and blood disappeared from the body, he sneaked into the bedroom naked.When he walked to the bed, he took out the scented banknotes from his underwear.Leaning over and kissing the woman's forehead softly, she said softly, "My dear, this one is for you."

Going to the study in the dark, close the door gently, turn on the light, open the notebook, and type a line on the computer...

Beast blood is boiling!