direction.
Just after walking around a corner, I saw a big man running over happily holding a bottle of wine. When he saw An Fei, he smiled proudly: "Brother, do you think this wine is very good?"
"Why are you confused?" An Fei said in surprise.
"No way!" The big man raised the wine bottle and observed it carefully.
The bottle blocked his entire sight until An Fei cut his throat. He felt weak in his body. When the bottle fell from his hand, he still had an inexplicable look on his face. He couldn't figure it out. Why did An Fei attack him? We are all brothers...
An Fei caught the bottle with his left hand, let go of the dagger and grabbed the opponent's collar, gently placed the opponent on the floor, and then pulled out the dagger with his backhand.
In the storeroom, the big man was cursing and rummaging around. Steak is something not everyone has at home, at least not here.
At this moment, the door of the storage room suddenly opened, and An Fei walked in with a wry smile.
"Brother, why are you here?" the big man asked in surprise.
"That bitch doesn't want to eat steak anymore, he wants to eat turkey." An Fei shrugged helplessly.
"Fuck! Where can I go to find a turkey for her?" the big man shouted.
"That bitch has a very tricky taste. There's nothing you can do about it. Just look for it. If you don't have turkey, you can find steak." An Fei shook his head.
"Damn it, I'm going to make her cry for father and mother!" The big man said angrily: "Brother, don't leave yet, you can help me look for her."
An Fei nodded and flipped through it a few times. By coincidence, the big man found the steak that he had been looking for for a long time. Unfortunately, it was raw.
"Isn't this steak?"
"Found it?" The big man came over happily: "Fuck, this is raw!"
"Forget it, I'm going to grill the steak, you go back first." An Fei took something out of his arms, took out a paper bag, and threw it over: "I leave this to you, be careful, don't let that bitch find out .”
"Don't worry, brother!" The big man took the paper bag: "Is this medicine... strong?"
"How should I put it... As long as that bitch drinks this medicine, even if our brothers don't touch her, she will beg us to touch her!" An Fei smiled.
"Hehe..." The big man nodded heavily, carefully placed the paper bag in the palm of his left hand, turned around and walked out. For the sake of brotherhood, he didn't even bother to ask how he knew Bill and who he was. What do you do in the Glory Mercenary Group
But just as he walked past An Fei, he suddenly saw a cold light shining directly at his throat from the corner of his eye. Among Orwell's men, he was the strongest, second only to Orwell, and was a competent junior Swordsman, although An Fei's attack was too sudden and his movements were as fast as lightning, and his attention was completely focused on the pleasure that was about to happen, when An Fei's dagger penetrated an inch of his throat, he was still in time. He took action and grabbed the dagger tightly.
An Fei twisted his wrist and pulled it out, but the dagger was still in the big man's throat, but the manticore's tail needle was exposed. Then he moved his wrist forward again, and the manticore's tail needle pierced the opponent's eye socket. middle.
More than 80% of the chance of freezing is very scary, and it is almost guaranteed that the freezing effect will be activated every time. Before the big man has time to mobilize his fighting energy, his body is already frozen in place, and he can no longer move.
An Fei pulled out the manticore's tail needle, put it into the hollow dagger, and stabbed it hard. The dagger penetrated directly from the big man's fist and penetrated deeply into the throat. After the stiffening effect disappeared, the big man He had lost any ability to resist and fell softly to the ground.
When An Fei walked out of the storage room calmly, he saw a face with gnashing teeth: "Who are you calling a bitch?"
"Ah...are you acting, Susanna, are you serious about it?" An Fei said helplessly. This time he was really helpless.
"As long as I'm acting, you can say that I am...what!"
"Okay, okay, let's wait until we deal with the guy upstairs." An Fei quickly changed the subject: "Didn't I ask you to wait in the restaurant? Why are you here?"
Susanna snorted coldly and ignored An Fei. She was worried that An Fei would be in danger, so she followed behind. Unexpectedly, she heard An Fei's conversation. In fact, she also knew that An Fei was acting, but those two This word made her very uncomfortable...
An Fei took out a black scarf from his arms and carefully covered his face. Then he handed one to Susanna and motioned for Susanna to cover it too.
An Fei didn't explain this thing beforehand. Susanna was stunned and looked at An Fei with a questioning look.
"If you don't want to kill someone and silence them, you'd better put it on. Don't forget that there is a poor woman upstairs." An Fei said lightly. |.▋
She gathered up her hair and flipped up her hood again. Susanna's hair was so unique that it was easy to leave flaws.
However, this kind of action seems very ambiguous. There is only one punch distance between the two people. It is like a couple flirting with each other. The next action should be a kiss... An Fei's expression is very calm, because he just Thinking of Susanna as a close and powerful partner, Susanna seemed very unnatural. An Fei's breath gently brushed her forehead, itching and warm, giving her an indescribable feeling, but But she didn't resist and allowed An Fei to be at his mercy.
"Okay." An Fei chuckled.
Along the wooden stairs, An Fei and Susanna walked up step by step carefully, trying to avoid making any noise. There were only four rooms upstairs, and Orwell was in the mood for it, and had no scruples at all. The sound was so loud that An Fei found Orwell's location without any effort.
"Please...my man will kill me..." A woman moaned from inside.
"Baby, you have so much water..." Orwell let out a sinister laugh. Will the man who was cuckolded become so angry that he kills the woman under his body... He doesn't want to care, he only knows how to borrow a few from that man. I don't dare to find him Orwell's head.
"Don't..." The woman yelled. The sex was already in progress, and 'don't' became meaningless. Of course, if you think about it from another angle, this may be the woman denying herself pleasure.
An Fei stood quietly in front of the room door, waiting, but Susanna on the side was flushed, and her breathing became a little heavy. This kind of live erotica had no effect on An Fei, and Susanna couldn't stand it. If it weren't for She might have to turn around and run away while doing the task. This proves that everyone may have a fatal weakness. The key is to discover. If conditions permit, An Fei and Susanna will have a decisive battle in a theater showing pornographic films. The screams and fierce collisions will have a great impact. With Susanna's fighting spirit, the final winner may be An Fei.
The moans inside became louder and louder, and the woman let out a rhythmic cry. In the competition between the humiliating experience and the stimulation of the body, the latter obviously had the upper hand. Orwell's movements became more and more violent, because the sound of the bed board became louder and louder. After all, he was an intermediate swordsman with strong physical strength and good endurance.
Susanna looked at An Fei several times and saw that An Fei remained motionless, so she had no choice but to endure it, but her fingers trembled slightly. No wonder Susanna, for an ignorant virgin, such stimulation was too strong.
Finally, Orwell let out a rough roar. An Fei kicked open the door violently, took two steps forward, then jumped up and rushed towards Orwell, who looked back in shock, his figure streaking in the air. An arc formed, and in the blink of an eye it was soaring above Orwell.
Orwell exerted force on his waist and suddenly changed positions with the woman beneath him. An Fei retracted his wrist and let the woman pass. Then the dagger slid down and drew a deep line of blood on the exposed left side of Orwell's head. ditch.
Orwell screamed miserably, threw the woman in his arms towards An Fei, and reached out to grab the long sword on the bedside. At this time, Susanna also rushed in, and the long sword was wrapped in the white fighting spirit. It stabbed Orwell in the chest. Before it could hit Orwell, Susanna was startled by the still-unshrunken breast. She closed her eyes involuntarily. As a result, the sword's aim was off, and it only penetrated Orwell's belly.
An Fei's movements were extremely flexible. He jumped up in a squatting posture, flipped upside down, passed the woman, and then thrust out the dagger with all his strength. Due to the injury to his abdomen, Orwell's movements were a beat slower. As a result, just as he grabbed the hilt of the sword, An Fei's dagger had already stabbed his wrist. Although Orwell had already mobilized his fighting spirit, he was still unable to do so at this level. His fighting spirit was still a bit weak, and he was not completely immune to An Fei's attack. An Fei's dagger made a deep bone-visible wound on his wrist, and even the wrist bone was cut in half.
An Fei couldn't help but secretly said, if it were a normal person, he could easily cut off the entire hand at this time. The defensive ability of Dou Qi is indeed amazing!
Orwell howled again and suffered severe injuries to his right wrist. He was unable to draw his sword and hurriedly swung his left fist towards An Fei's face.
Unfortunately, Orwell suffered heavy injuries one after another, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. An Fei shook his head slightly and avoided Orwell's attack. Then he raised the dagger and pierced Orwell's neck. Susanna also pulled out He picked up the long sword and stabbed with all his strength. This time there was no deviation in the accuracy, and it stabbed straight from Orwell's chest. The tip of the sword had passed through the body, nailing Orwell to the chest.
Orwell's body twitched a few times, and he looked at An Fei with horrified eyes. Then the light in his eyes became increasingly dim, and finally he turned his head and fell limply on his chest. The foamy blood slowly flowed from it. There was flow from the mouth and nose.