Chapter 273： Xiaolou listens to "wind and rain"

Turanx? Turanx United Kingdom! If the two sisters are Monya, it should not be difficult to go home, but Turanx is a Gentile after all, even if Monya is currently in Bùcuò with Turanx, the sisters want to go back, I am afraid it will not be easy.

It is true that Tang Fang feels sorry for them, and it is true that he wants to do his part for these girls. But, in the final analysis, he is not a saint. Finding Tang Lin's treatment is the most important task at present. There is really no time and energy for escorting the two sisters home. "Fiction" novel chapter updated fastest

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." Tang Fang sighed, clenched his teeth, left the sofa cruelly, and walked upstairs quickly. Aros followed with a blank face, and Grant hesitated for a while and followed him.

Looking at Yingluo who was almost crying, she couldn't help feeling soft.

Go to the boss? I'm a newcomer, will you listen to me? What's more, the opponents of these people are government forces, and carrying them is a burden. Not help? My heart is like pouring a bottle of vinegar, very sad.

Ask or not? How to do? How can I do?

"Bai Hao, if you don't go, we won't wait for you." Grant's voice came from the stairs.

Bai Hao squeezed the money into the hands of the two sisters Yingluo and Linglong: "Sorry, our boss is also involuntary." After saying that, he stomped and turned to leave.

Yingluo's tears overflowed one by one from her eye sockets, and Linglong stretched out her hand to dry her tears next to her, and said softly: "Yingluo won't cry, sister will protect you..."

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In the eastern outskirts of Wendenbat, in a villa near the sea.

The bright sunshine passed through the screen windows and fell on the light floor of the house, and the faint golden yellow wandered through the entire bedroom, giving it a lazy smell.

Draw a page of a book, put a cup of tea, and be accompanied by a beauty. Perhaps this will be a very comfortable scene.

However, there is no book, no tea, there is a beauty, but she is riding on a man who is enough to be her father, swinging her thin waist desperately. Make waves of ecstasy.

The whole room was filled with a scent of bathing shampoo, body fluids, sweat and smell, and maybe... and the heavy tone of a man.

Hercules looked at the young beauties who were riding on his belly with a shy face and occasionally sang a song of "moving melody". Very plump, but as tall and white as a fairy peach. Aroused the girl's eyes that resembled anger, joy and resentment.

She stopped her waist movement, pouting and patted the salted pig's hand that was holding the left milk: "God, how about it?"

Hercules twisted his body vigorously: "Let me think again..."

"No, no." The woman twisted her body and pulled out when she got up.

"Haha, want to run? There's no way." Hercules pushed her up, turned her over on the bed, and pushed aside the slender legs that she pretended to be clamped. Head forward headlessly.

"Chuck chuck..." The woman was holding her mouth and smiling, and suddenly said "Oh." Frowned and said: "God father, you hurt people."

"It doesn't hurt, how can it hurt you well." Hercules squeezed the fat on his face, supported his body with both hands, and sprinted vigorously. This has to be seen from a distance, with his weight of more than 200 catties. I really want a little girl to be pressed down accidentally. Even if the little beauty below is not crushed to death, she will be suffocated by that big pad.

However, the woman was unconscious, and her hands were symbolically pressed on Hercules' chest: "You are bad, you are too bad..."

"Is there anything like a good person in my whole body?" Hercules smiled wryly. He bowed his head suddenly, like a pig arching a Chinese cabbage, his forehead was stuck in two moist snow white balls, licking and biting, and piercing his beard.

The woman laughed itchy, she shook her head and shook her head. She hooked Hercules's fat buttocks and kicked her head desperately. She pushed her head away with her hands: "Bad guy..."

Hercules lowered her head and whispered in her ear: "Don't you care for a bad guy like me to do you?"

"Huh." The woman stared at her, and touched her right hand down: "Godfather, if you do anything wrong, I will rush out'him'."

"Don't call it godfather, but brother."

The woman did not speak, staring at him angrily.

"Scream or not?" Hercules pushed forward hard.

The woman only uttered two muffled hums that seemed to be enjoyable and uncomfortable, but she still did not speak.

"No? Do you still want to participate in the charity fundraiser three days later?"

"So you agreed?" The woman's eyes lit up.

Hercules shrugged: "Why didn't I agree?"

As one of Wendenbart's "face and face" figures, Hercules often receives invitations to charity fundraising events of this kind. He is naturally very willing to participate in activities like this that help "whitewash", show his face, increase visibility, and expand the relationship circle.

Who doesn't like this kind of activity of plucking a dime and getting a cow? Not only has benefits, but also accepts the gratitude of poor Rénmen, and can weaken the feeling of guilt in his heart. For people like him, there are all benefits but no harm.

"Hey." The woman hugged Hercules and kissed her hard. Charity fundraising activities, in her view, are more like a sorority gathering of celebrities. As a young actress, if you want to go smoothly on the star journey, the relationship, the wrist, and the popularity are far more important than acting.

It’s best to get acquainted with a few nobles, and the rich business owner is also Bùcuò. Of course, as beautiful as her, it will definitely be a highlight of the sorority. There are more skirts, spare tires and so on.

After all, charity fundraising is a game, a carnival belonging to celebrities, how can it be compared to the feast gathered by some rich and upstarts?

"Good brother, brother..." The woman propped up her upper body with one hand, and held Hercules' wrinkled face with the other hand, her red lips attached, and she greedily sucked his saliva.

Hercules moved more happily, like a slutty male dog.

"Roar, roar, roar..." The heavy gasp was mixed with a low-pitched growl.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...the woman's face was flushed, she gazed at the middle-aged man on her with winking eyes, her smooth and flat abdomen trembled and she was soaked with sweat and carefully trimmed. "Flowers".

Hercules couldn't help it, and let out a howling like a pig and a low roar like a bull.

Almost, soon, "Miranda, baby, sweetheart, good girl..."

"God, come on, let them in, fill your daughter's body with your offspring."

There is no doubt that Miranda is a hot and hot goblin, her words are like a stimulant, directly into the man's waist.

The numbness spread rapidly from the lower body, Hercules only felt an unpleasant impulse in her lower abdomen, "Roar..." He roared excitedly: "Good girl, take the nectar of the godfather."

But at the moment Hercules was about to launch, the abnormal change shook, and only heard a "bang" sound, Miranda's head, staring at him affectionately under his belly, burst like a red and white watermelon. When he opened, blood and minced meat splashed all over Hercules.

"Wow." The bulletproof glass fell apart, and shards littered the ground.

The blood was spread on the bed, staining the creamy white bed sheet blood red. Hercules' face was covered with blood beads, and a strong smell of blood emanated from the headless corpse under the belly.

Hercules has seen dead people, and even killed people. He has seen the flesh and blood of the Shura Field, and he has also severed the hands, feet, and limbs of enemies and even disobedient women. His blood is red, fat is yellow, and internal organs are colorful. He himself is a butcher, a full-time killer.

However, at this moment, as sophisticated as him, he was also frightened by the **** scene in front of him. A beautiful and charming beauty who was still under her body in the last moment, was exploded in the next moment with a beautiful face, turned into a blood. Headless dead corpses flowing like a stream.

If such a scene happens to ordinary people, it will be yang from light, and dementia will be scared if it is heavy.

Hercules was dumbfounded on the top, softened below, and all nerve excitement quickly subsided. But he was not sick, and he was not scared into an idiot. He was thinking about one thing. What weapon can smash bulletproof glass in one shot? Someone can break through the surrounding blockade without knowing it and enter the villa.

Hercules pulled out the lifeblood of incontinence urine from Miranda's steadily cold body, too late to be disgusted, and even too late to clean, turned over and got out of bed, hiding behind the bedside table and looking out.

There was no one on the balcony and no snipers could be seen from afar. Hercules was suspicious. Where did the bullet come from? Where is the enemy?

He wanted to move but didn't dare to move, so he could only shout out with his throat: "David, David."

David is his personal bodyguard, a retired special soldier with keen observation and extreme vigilance. At this time, David should be rushing here But let him shout He shouted again, but it was quiet outside, no movement, only the faint sound of waves coming from the sea breeze across the ocean.

A cold sweat dripped from Hercules' forehead, and he looked at the female body on the bed, thinking that this was not a solution, just about to touch the pistol under the pillow under the cover of the bedside table.

"Crack", there was a crisp sound of stepping on the glass from the balcony.

"Who?" Hercules instantly turned his head and looked out. No one, empty, no half of a person.

what happened? Hercules didn't believe in evil, and he didn't believe in ghosts as well. He exhaled and continued to touch the pistol under the pillow.

However, at this moment, there was a slight bang, and the snow-white fluff spread like a celestial flower, floating lightly in the bright red on the bed. If Miranda's head is still there, this might be an extremely poignant scene.

Of course, whether it was poignant or miserable or stern, Hercules didn't even bother to appreciate it. He turned his head again and looked at a corner of the room, where the gunfire came from. (To be continued...)