Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Meanwhile, the person who had been grabbing Seasonal Warm had suddenly lifted her hair, stared at her for a moment and laughed.

The other two days Agib said he wanted the big guy to open her up. At that time he never had a chance to get too close. He only knew that the girl was very nice. Now she looks even more thin and tender, beautiful and tight. Especially the stubborn and disobedient force in her red eyes is even more conquering.

“Who are you, Mr. Control?” The man suddenly deliberately strangled her in the warm waist of the season through her white dress: “Is he your man? ”

Seasons are warm and cold and don't talk.

“Now that your lives are in our hands, I'm afraid your Mr. Control can only watch if I push you here and fuck you to cry.” The man had to kiss her in the face as he pulled over.

Mojing struggled deeply to get up, but was kicked in the knee with one foot and knocked to the ground.

He wanted to get up again, but the man hit him in the back with a gun butt. The man slammed him into the corner of the cabin. Seasonal warmth opened his eyes and saw his back hit him hard on the corner, while the man's gun hit him hard in the waist.

The means of these people are heinous, Mojing has not eaten for a few days, and it has been a miracle to persist until now, without a gun in his hand, and cannot fight back at all.

Mo Jing bit his teeth deeply and said word for word: “Let her go, I will go with you, and my life can always be used in exchange for hundreds of millions of benefits. Her presence will not do you any good. ”

The man who just attacked him laughed more happily.

“Looks like you have a crush on this woman. Why, is she really you? ”

Mo Jingdeep was pushed to death by him on the wall outside the cabin.

Seasonal warmth was pushed down by another person and the gunpoint was still pointed at her temple.

The man squeezed the warm jaw of the season and suddenly began to tear her clothes. The white dress on the warm body of the season was not very thick or cumbersome. The shoulders on one side of the heap were directly exposed to the air, white as a fine mountain. He shook the man's eyes and looked at her greedily: "It looks good! I don't know how it tastes! ”

The disgusting man pressed her against her, and the season warm did not struggle as hard as before. She looked back calmly and said in English: “Let him go, I'll play with you two alone. ”

The man on her looked at her and first he stunned and laughed: “What else does he mean when he leaves? I love doing this in front of your man! ”

The warmth of the season was still lying there, and there was silence in his heart.

From the moment she was arrested, she knew she might not be able to walk out. It was a pleasure to see Mo Jingshen again in such a place.

All the regrets she had missed in her previous life were no longer regrets at this moment, at least she finally saw the full depth of the ink, a depth of the ink that she had never known, but was so good.

To live and die with him at the end of this moment may be the chance God gave her to love and cherish this man she missed in her previous life.

People who have died once are not really afraid to die, but at this moment, Seasonal Warm is more frank than she thought.

Big deal bites herself, not never dies, and she's probably more experienced with how to die than anyone else.

She just wants Mo Jing out of danger and doesn't want to drag him down because of herself.

Horizontal and vertical are inevitable deaths. Seasonal warmth can only remain calm, and struggle is no longer necessary.

The man had kissed her face again directly, and she slightly skewed her head in a small amount of motion, contrasting the dark, dirty skin with the warm, white face of the season.

The smell of sweat in a man mixes with the smell of blood. Seasonal warmth feels that the symptoms of his pregnancy and vomiting are about to occur again. I really want to vomit.

She held on and said calmly, "Someone's watching. I'm nervous. I can't let him go. You guys don't have a good time, do you? ”

Too tight by the deep fist of Ink View next to the cabin, the fingertips fell into the palm of the palm, and the bone festival grew blue and white.

Every cell in his body was screaming and shooting at this animal.

He tried his best to restrain his impulse to jump, his eyes rose red, but slowly reached out to reach for the wooden stick that had been thrown on the floor in the previous season while the man's attention was looking at the warm side of the season.

Because the warmth of the season was too calm, the attention of both of them was focused on her, and the motion room was slightly broken.

The sky seemed as if the fog of an approaching helicopter had subsided, and when the sky was raging like a fire had been set on fire.

Just as the person lying on the warmth of the season was preparing to continue tearing down her clothes, Ink Jing withstood the anger deeply, almost exhausted his efforts, hit the person who suppressed him severely, knocked him out once and for all. The person didn't even scream, didn't have a chance to struggle, and directly stunned himself on the ground.

Without stopping at all, Mojing leaped forward toward the warmth of the season and the man pulling her clothes was another stick. The man's gun was raised half way up and he was shot in the head.

Mo Jingshen rushed up with his heart to kill both of them.

Both men fell to the ground with their heads full of blood, which was even more tragic than the two men who had been guarding in front of the cabin.

Seasonal warmth sat up busily, she lifted her eyes, some suddenly saw the man who was tall and calm and homemade was as fierce as a struggling animal at this moment, throwing down a stick, a fierce punch on the face of the man who had just pounded on her, one punch after another, the other party had passed out long ago, full of facial scars.

Eventually he let go of the dying man and picked up the gun from the ground and pointed it at him.

He snapped the board.

Ji Wen saw him. He was going to kill him. He rushed up and pressed his hand hard: “Feng Ling said your hands were clean and you didn't get involved in the dark yourself! You can't kill for me! ”

Even if these people deserve to die, those with blood on their hands shouldn't be Mojingdeep!

He can't let this dusty man fall into the mud for her.

“My own revenge, my own revenge!” Seasonal warmth struggles to get up, the kind of long rod gun she won't use, especially here, if she does shoot, will instantly attract the attention of those in front.

She grabbed a wooden stick on the floor, like a whip. The corpse beat the unconscious man a few times, and finally smashed him to the root of his leg. The unconscious man screamed painfully and his lower body bled into pieces.

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(A snail blue running against the lid: I feel like I need to collect a lot of blades today, how dangerous the scene has been lately, how many sweet stamps I will give you in the future to make up for it...)