Chapter 142

"Wei Yan, you just wait. I'll come." Therefore, as soon as he entered the kitchen, Zheng Quzhi pulled Wei Yan to one side of the corner.

Wei Yan glanced at those decorations, pulled Zheng Quzhi and said mercilessly, "you can't reach your height."

Zheng Quzhi, who was trying to pretend to be forced to do so, said:

Two people looked at each other for a moment. Zheng Quzhi took the lead to look away, squatted awkwardly at Wei Yan's feet and whispered, "but if we don't cook for that man, will we be beaten by him?"

"No Wei Yan shook his head and pursed his lips: "the devil is back."

Sure enough, just still quiet outside, suddenly sounded a man's voice of abuse, and from time to time there was the sound of fists and kicks. Zheng Quzhi covered his head with a headache. He had to see what he had done.

"Damn it! Talk back The man's voice suddenly raised, angry to the extreme roar: "I fed you and those two oil tankers, money back, even hot food can't eat, you're still reasonable?"

Zheng Quzhi was frightened by the loud voice and quickly reached out to Wei Yan, "Damn it, if I married such a man..."

Before touching anything, Wei Yan's cool hand suddenly grabs his hand. Wei Yan's fingers are inserted into his fingers, and the two people suddenly hold each other's ten fingers inexplicably.

Zheng Quzhi choked and tried to withdraw his hand: "Wei Yan, it's not me. This posture is not a man ha!"

In his impression, the intimate gesture of clasping ten fingers is only for lovers. What the hell is he doing when he and Wei Yan two big men shake hands with each other?

Do you have a foundation?

He shivered at the thought.

However, the more he withdrew his hand, the more tightly Wei Yan held it. Suddenly, the atmosphere was a little strange. Zheng Quzhi blinked and raised his hand in front of Wei Yan. "What do you mean?"

Wei Yan drooped her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembled, and her voice sank slightly: "I need you now."

Looking at Wei Yan's pale face, Zheng Qu knows that he is blessed to the soul, and remembers Wei Yan's saying that he needs his own Yin Qi, he stops talking.

All kinds of sounds were heard outside, and then Wei Yan suddenly pulled him out. Zheng Qu's intimate friend also wanted to see the situation outside, so he followed Wei Yan honestly.

At the door, Wei Yan stops and pokes out his head.

"Eh?" Wei Yan suddenly made a surprised voice.

Zheng Qu knew that he was itching in his heart, and when he heard the speech, he quickly put out his head to see it. I saw that most of the furniture outside had been smashed, but the two people had disappeared. There was a pool of blood on the ground.

"Ah?" Zheng Quzhi frowned, less than five minutes before and after the woman came back. How could two people disappear?

After observing for a long time, Zheng Quzhi pondered: "did they go back to the bedroom?"

Wei Yan lowered his head and just saw the red ear. His eyes flashed slightly, and the consciousness of the other hand stretched out.

The hot ear was suddenly surrounded by a cool, Zheng Quzhi took a comfortable breath. The ear was torn by a man, and the ear was red and hot. It was very hard. Now suddenly there was something cool leaning over. Zheng Quzhi didn't care whose hand it was. He hummed: "touch it."

Wei Yan simply wrapped his whole ear and said in a low voice: "uncomfortable?"

"Not bad." Zheng Quzhi coughed and his face was suddenly a little hot. The ear is scalding, scalding is very uncomfortable, but will it appear that he is very Niang?

After a while, Wei Yan pulled Zheng Quzhi up, looked at the direction of the bedroom, and said: "women have become evil spirits, more difficult to deal with, out of this fantasy, we go back."

"May I go back?" Zheng Quzhi stares: "don't you say you want to see them die?"

"We started out in a man's fantasy." Wei Yan frowned with a headache. At first, he thought it was a woman's fantasy, but later he found that all along, what they went into was just a man's fantasy.

The father and son, kindergarten teachers, dozens of parents and children all had resentment on football. In the end, the body was like a man, but the resentment belonged to all of them, which led them to several illusions.

Probably explained to Zheng Quzhi again. Seeing that he was still confused, Wei Yan stopped his voice, touched his head, and said in a warm voice, "it doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just follow me."

Zheng Quzhi's face was moved: "mm-hmm!"

Damn it, he must hold Wei Yan's thigh tightly!

Suddenly, there was a scream from the bedroom. Zheng Quzhi's eyelids jumped. He could make up for what would happen inside. Just think about the man's insolent appearance, and then listen to now so miserable cry, it is ironic.

Bang -

the sound of something falling on the ground made Zheng Quzhi startled. He looked up subconsciously and saw that half of the man had already climbed out of the door, one blind eye and many knife wounds on his body.

He suddenly looked at Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan and said, "gululu Well... "

My tongue was cut.His eyes were full of desire and pleading for survival. Zheng Quzhi's head suddenly seemed to burst open, and his pain was severe. He couldn't help grasping Wei Yan and said in pain, "Wei Yan Why does my head hurt so much... "

Wei Yan's eyes moved slightly, quietly looking at Zheng Quzhi, whose face was full of pain. For a long time, he did not speak.

On the other side, the man was dragged into the bedroom by the woman. From time to time, we can see the woman holding the knife to chop pork.

"Wei Yan..." Zheng Quzhi's face was pale with pain. If it wasn't for Wei Yan's support, he would probably have been paralyzed on the ground.

For a long time, Wei Yan sighed and habitually carried Zheng Quzhi on his shoulder and walked slowly towards the bedroom. The room is full of mess, and the smell of blood can't be dispersed. Wei Yan's eyebrows and eyes are light, will Zheng Quzhi in the bedroom door, warm voice way: "open your eyes, read the curse of death."

The mantra of death was taught by Zheng Quzhi when he was outside.

Zheng Quzhi opened a slit slightly. After seeing the situation inside, his headache became more severe. Fortunately, he was still conscious. He opened his mouth slightly: "Nanwu amitaba yeduo doyedoyeta..."

It's a curse that I read before, but it's very smooth at this time. It seems to be engraved in my mind. After reading this sentence, the next sentence will be blurted out.

Several times down, Zheng Quzhi's headache finally eased down. Inside, the woman's action did not stop, a knife a knife of the man's meat cut down.

The TV in the living room is still broadcasting the live broadcast of the world cup. With a sad smile, the woman raised her knife fiercely. The knife was cut on the man's neck, but because the knife was too blunt, the knife stuck on the neck, but did not cut off the head.

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