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There was nothing to do, Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to smoke again, he searched for it, found scattered cigarettes under the bed, cursed secretly, leaned over the bed to pick them up, after picking up two, Zhang Xiaoqiang found something was wrong, his heart started beating Speeding up, it seemed that he was about to jump out of his throat, and his brain began to congest, like waves hitting his head one after another.
Flustered and thirsty, the glass of water he drank just now seemed to be evaporated in the blood, and he wanted to drink water again, wanting to drink more, a huge amount of water, a hot feeling appeared on his body, the hotness emanating from the inside of his body.
Zhang Xiaoqiang thought it was the relapse of the sequelae of dynamic vision, so he quickly lay down and waited for the numbness, itching, soreness, pain, and swelling that made his heart palpitate, but he didn't know that after waiting for a long time, the pain and itching did not arrive as expected, and the dryness and heat on his body did not. It became more and more serious, and waves of dizziness hit his heart, his eyes were red, his veins were bursting, his breathing accelerated to the point that it became a panting, and the breath he exhaled was scorching hot.
Zhang Xiaoqiang gasped violently with his blood-red eyes open, his brain was burning like a high fever, and the airflow he spewed was slightly sweet. He turned his head to the medicine bottle opened by Miaomiao, and as expected, it was not silver. metal bottle. It is a wooden vase with a peach blossom carved on it.
"You damn meow, you wait for me!!!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled, Miao Miao fed him the powerful functional medicine of that perverted old man, Zhang Xiaoqiang's physical function is not bad, he doesn't need this thing, after being fed to him by Miao Miao, he became a strong spring, so what
After Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded, he wanted to go to his crotch, that's right, that thing, the little brother was rebelling, he wanted to poke a hole out of his pants with that posture.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was burning with desire at the moment, wanted to go out to find Yuan Yi in a wheelchair, looked around, and blurted out another national curse, wondering if Wang Le took the wheelchair there for maintenance, but he couldn't find it after searching around. Do you want to let yourself yell and find him a girl
Zhang Xiaoqiang was getting more and more upset, he was still awake at the moment, if he was dazzled by the aphrodisiac and climbed out of the tent to find a woman, it would be embarrassing.
Without a woman, Zhang Xiaoqiang was in a hurry, thinking of a skill he had long forgotten, which is also a must-have skill for all nerds, masturbating.
"Male Gobi... Never mind, masturbation is better than climbing out to find a woman..." Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself, and started the great cause of masturbation.
Masturbation needs to have material, each woman in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind is like a horse watching flowers, flashing through his mind one by one scratching their heads, Yuan Yi, Shangguan, Xu Mengzhu, and Shen Xue lying on the ground looking for glasses After arriving, his thoughts were fixed on the feel of Xiaodie's immature skin.
It's not that he has a special liking for Xiaodie, but before he was injured, Xiaodie was the last woman he had close contact with, and then she was hit by the big fish head. It seems that the monk has been a monk for a long time.
As the saying goes, don’t overwhelm yourself with too many skills, even a wretched skill like masturbation can solve Zhang Xiaoqiang’s urgent needs at critical moments. Just when he is in the mood and wants to launch with an unprecedented high profile, Accidents always happen when unexpected.
Zhang Xiaoqiang sat with a gun in a very standard posture, and his expression was very focused. A focused person can't stand being disturbed. Now, he was disturbed, and he was only one step away from detoxification, but he was scared back at this moment.
Shangguan Qiaoyun looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang in surprise, she didn't expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to solve personal problems at the first moment of waking up from a serious injury, when she saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's proud little Xiaoqiang and the anger in his eyes, Shangguan Qiaoyun smiled, smiling Much like Grandma Wolf, Zhang Xiaoqiang became Little Red Riding Hood in her eyes, finally let her get a chance
Zhang Xiaoqiang changed from frightened to frightened. Shangguan Qiaoyun did not retreat as he expected. She turned around and tied the rope on the tent door to death. Then she turned her head and stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. Hairpin, let down the big wavy hair, which hangs behind her, adding a bit of coquettishness to her.
Shangguan Qiaoyun shook his head slightly, and walked towards him with elegant and slow steps, with raging flames in his eyes, the flames showed the strangeness in his eyes, his fragrant tongue lightly touched his wine-red lips, like fine wine He was the one who invited him to taste it, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's original love for chickens burst out again, he panted heavily and sprayed a strange sweetness on her face, his eyes were full of longing.
Shangguan Qiaoyun looked at this man who was fascinated by her slightly proudly, a kind of woman's small mind, a woman who pleases herself, but Zhang Xiaoqiang has never been really fascinated by her, which makes her very unconfident, she worries about herself It didn't fit Zhang Xiaoqiang's aesthetic concept, which made her frustrated. At this moment, finally...
From the beginning to the end, the rhythm is controlled by Shangguan Qiaoyun. Zhang Xiaoqiang is passive. Although he really wants to take the initiative, unfortunately, his physical condition does not allow it. Shangguan Qiaoyun once again showed her perfect figure in his eyes. His head seemed to explode, and there was nothing but two bright red spots in his eyes.
Shangguan Qiaoyun's performance was quite different from usual, she became ferocious, that's right, ferocious, the flames in her eyes turned violent in those bewitching pupils, she became a wild beast in an instant, Zhang Xiaoqiang was the lamb under her mouth, Yuan Yi is shy, even if she is delicate and panting, she is like a girl's poem with long rhyme, like a song like a complaint, like a weeping chant.
Shangguan Qiaoyun was roaring, roaring like a ferocious beast, and the deep roars came out from her throat, like a threat from a wild beast. Under the dim light, the eyes of Shangguan who was riding on him were shining with bewitching light, staring at him intently. His eyes below him, his whole body twisted rhythmically, that posture, it doesn't matter if you don't say anything.
When Shangguan squeezed Zhang Xiaoqiang out for the first time, she let out an unprecedented roar, limp down and lay on top of him, the tent fell silent, Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the top of the tent, silent, howling in her heart, the future How should I live? The harem is really not as beautiful as imagined, do I have to rely on the medicine of the perverted old man
Shangguan Qiaoyun left with a smile on his face. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang had not recovered from his serious injuries, his combat power had not diminished. His physical strength was more than twice that of others, so he could barely handle it. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the smile on Shangguan Qiaoyun's face It's weird, a bit like a stolen cat
Thinking of the sad scene just now, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his face was burning with panic, as if he was going to be squeezed dry, Shangguan Qiaoyun only came here once, could it be that Shangguan was laughing at him
Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly sat up and bent his legs, he didn't want to be weakly manipulated by others, he wanted to fight back, he wanted to make Shangguan beg for mercy.
What Zhang Xiaoqiang did was just wanting to vent his anger, a subconscious behavior, he never expected his leg to move, who would have known that it really moved, the range was not very large, it really bent, there was no pain, there was only one Slightly sore and swollen, ten toes can move freely.
Zhang Xiaoqiang moved his toes, and kept massaging his legs with his hands. Just now he bent his legs suddenly and felt numb, as if his legs had turned into wood. He knew that the blood was not circulating, and his legs should be fine. The day of full recovery seems not far away.