Super Brain Valkyrie

() He Zhiheng showed a playful look on his face, and said, "You have to think twice about this gift just now, and you must be even more afraid to take this next gift."

Fang Ping asked with curiosity on his face, "What kind of gift is this scary?"

He Zhiheng stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips, grinned, and said, "I just gave you my heart, now I'm going to give you my own, do you think you dare to take it?" At that time, He Zhiheng raised his chin slightly, revealing a neck as smooth as jade.At the same time, her plump breasts were also intentionally straightened out, making them even more round and upright.A mature and charming feminine breath emanated from her immediately.

Fang Ping only felt his heart flutter, almost lost his mind, and wanted to imagine the magnificent appearance of He Zhiheng's chest after removing his clothes?What kind of situation should it be if you wantonly play with it in your hands?Thinking of this, a certain part of his body became restless.

Fang Ping took a deep breath, calmed his mind, with a surprised look on his face, and said, "You...are you joking?" He, who was always calm, stuttered for the first time.

He Zhiheng saw Fang Ping's inhalation, and knew that Fang Ping had a wrong mind.She frowned with two thin eyebrows, covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly for a while, then restrained her seductive aura, and said, "Of course I'm joking. Even if I give myself to you willingly, you might still think I'm old." .I mean, I can teach you martial arts."

Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "If this is the case, Fang will definitely wish for it."

Although he already knew that He Zhiheng was only joking with him, her provocative words penetrated into Fang Ping's thoughts, and it was difficult to erase them.

Just after answering He Zhiheng's words, Fang Ping couldn't help thinking that although He Zhiheng was older than him, it seemed that he was only 25 or 25 years old. Twenty-five years old is the age when a woman is as beautiful as a flower and a jade. How can she be old if she is moist and moist?

Fang Ping knew that if he went back today, he might not be able to sleep peacefully.It is estimated that throughout the night, he couldn't help thinking about what He Zhiheng would look like if he gave his body and mind to himself.

Just her serious appearance on weekdays is enough to make one's heart itch.If she really handed herself over, how fragrant and hot would the mature and plump breasts wrapped in the clothes be?

However, this is what a mature woman looks like, she can handle ambiguity and play with fire with ease.It will stir up your evil fire between true and false, and mislead your mind, but it will not let you succeed easily.

Maybe in the future, the image of them being passionate and dedicated will only exist in your imagination.Because all the teasing is nothing but a joke that they come up with.

Or maybe when the heat is enough, they will really engulf you in the torrent of love like a volcanic eruption, completely release your long-settled desire, and make you forget about it and go crazy about it.

This kind of taste can never be tasted by that kind of virgin woman.They don't know how to tease when restraining, and they don't know how to restrain when releasing.It's always so straightforward and boring.

Fang Ping turned his thoughts again and again, took a few deep breaths again, and then calmed down.

When He Zhiheng saw it, his winking eyes were like silk, but his face pretended to be unaware, and he just kept covering his mouth and smiling.

Fang Ping also felt that he had lost his composure. If this continues, today's gathering will be completely defeated by He Zhiheng's subordinates.A strong desire to compete suddenly rose in his heart. With a thought in his mind, he stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the heart-shaped tooth marks on the back of his right hand.

Poppy's long hair flying up and her fierce gaze immediately came to Fang Ping's mind.Thinking of a dark and evil necromancer in his mind, naturally he would stop thinking about it.

The moment Fang Ping touched the heart-shaped tooth marks with his fingers, on the remote Nether Plain, in the desolate, dilapidated, and uninhabited ancient battlefield ruins, a necromancer who commanded the skeleton army to attack several red-eyed mutated monsters with righteous thoughts, suddenly The chanting of the spell stopped.The skeleton army under her command immediately began to retreat steadily under the attack of the monsters.

"Do you miss me?" The necromancer with long hair disheveled and messy like weeds asked quietly in a soft tone.A gentle look flashed from her beautiful and pale face.

On the desolate wasteland, only the dark and fierce wild wind whistled past as an answer.The tenderness on the necromancer's face flickered like a candle in the wind.Soon, her eyes became hollow, indifferent, and fierce.

She recited the spell, and a wave of dark power snaked out, and the crowd around the Skeleton Legion era rushed towards the huge mountain-like mutated monsters, killing them with their endless numbers. , turning their huge bodies into a member of the undead army.

Fang Ping didn't know what happened in the distant Nether Plain. He settled his mind, stretched out his chopsticks to take a bite of the dish, and said in a negotiating tone, "Second owner, I also have something to ask for your help."

He Zhiheng waved his hand, "Please tell me."

Fang Ping said conveniently, "The store I won today will require the strong support of Heyuan Yaozhuang for its future operation."

He Zhiheng smiled and said, "You can ask your people to talk to the people below me about this matter, and I will let them support you unconditionally. Today is a beautiful day, but we keep talking about business, isn't that right? Disturbing the scenery?"

Fang Ping's mind was clear, without any disturbance in his heart, he laughed loudly, and said, "That's a good statement, what a beautiful day, what a beautiful day, who's house is there to enjoy the pleasure? How can we give it to ruins when it's blooming all over the world? Then we Just talk about Fengyue, not business!"

After that, Fang Ping calmed down and talked eloquently, showing a calm and elegant demeanor of a man of a family. As expected, he only talked about love affairs, regardless of mundane affairs.This made He Zhiheng also amazed in his heart, and his heart was secretly moved.

He Zhiheng has always had great confidence in her mature feminine charm, and the men who come into contact with her are rarely able to resist being teased by her, and they can't wait.

However, although Fang Ping has just entered adulthood and is full of vigor, he was able not to be moved by his teasing in the end. Instead, he showed a literary and elegant temperament, and talked about romantic love with her.

This made He Zhiheng feel a lot of respect for Fang Ping in his heart.Fang Ping's words touched her heart.In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her dreamlike girlhood, longing for a beautiful love in her heart, blushing and heartbeating for the man's vows of eternal love, and her heart secretly promised.

The two chatted happily over wine, and time passed by in a flash, and before they knew it, it was already the climax of the moon.Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Ping feared it would be inappropriate to continue talking with He Zhiheng, so he got up and raised his glass, drank the wine in the glass, said goodbye and left.

After Fang Ping left, the courtyard became quiet, with a sense of desolation.At this time, the weather had already entered autumn, and after nightfall, there was a bit of biting chill in the air.

He Zhiheng walked slowly to the Begonia flower in the watery moonlight, reached out and plucked a flower.Fang Ping had already left, and everything just now was like a dream, just a phantom.

"Mr. Fang is delicate in thought, elegant in literary talent, yet firm in his mind. He is as bright as the moon. After being so teased by me, he can still keep his mind and not give birth to evil thoughts. He is truly a unique person in the world." Standing in front of the crabapple flowers, He Zhiheng couldn't help feeling a little bit Think madly.Under the light of the moonlight, her plump and slender figure seemed a little lonely.

"It's a pity that when I was young, I met someone who was not kind. I thought I was a good man who I could spend my whole life with, but in the end I turned out to be a flirtatious bum!" Thinking about the past, He Zhiheng showed a sad expression on his face. Flowing down her beautiful white cheeks.She clenched her fists tightly and crushed the crabapple petals in her hand.

That night, Fang Ping could not sleep well.After returning home, several times, he thought of He Zhiheng's teasing words entrusted to his body and mind, and then he couldn't help but start to think about He Zhiheng's plump body wrapped under his clothes.

Fortunately, when Poppy first met him, the wild, fierce, clear, and slightly pleading eyes had already been deeply engraved in Fang Ping's heart.Just thinking of this fierce and evil necromancer with an unpredictable temper and a touch of gentleness will suppress the desire in Fang Ping's heart and become extremely clear.After all, when facing a necromancer, few people still think about that kind of thing in their minds?

Fang Ping lay on the bed, stroking the heart-shaped tooth marks on the back of his hand, sensing every subtle outline on the tooth marks in the darkness.He couldn't help but miss Poppy in his heart, and Fang Ping himself couldn't say what kind of nostalgia it was.

Poppy's eyes, like a devil's knife, pierced his heart fiercely, lingering.Her limited gentleness was like a ray of warm sun in winter, warming Fang Ping's heart.Her resoluteness when she left, and her long black hair flying wildly in the wind, made Fang Ping feel melancholy again.However, the more melancholy I felt in my heart, the deeper I missed her.

Everything on Poppy's body seemed to have a kind of magical power, ruthlessly and deeply entangled in Fang Ping's heart.It's like she used her teeth to bite into his flesh and suck his blood.

"Poppy, where are you now? What are you doing? When you left without turning your head or saying goodbye, you left this imprint on my hand. What does it mean?" Fang Ping couldn't help but think of that day. He rode his horse alone to the valley, the mountains were lonely and empty, only the ground was covered with blood and fragments of corpses, and he felt infinitely melancholy.

In fact, in his heart, he has always been looking forward to seeing Poppy again.In the depths of his heart, he was also hoping that Poppy would not leave so resolutely, but had the same fetters for him in his heart.

On the distant Nether Plain, Poppy with a fierce expression and hollow eyes cursed in a low voice, "Little bastard, you didn't even call me to say goodbye when we parted that day, why are you thinking of me so much now?" A cloud of white flames condensed on the fingertips and inserted into his heart.

After a while, Poppy pulled out her finger, leaving a hole in her heart, her face regained her indifferent look, and began to guide the skeleton army forward.Behind her, on the desolate and dilapidated mountains and grasslands, there are skeletons everywhere.

Wielding their white bone knives, they moved forward slowly and powerfully, destroying all living objects, turning the whole world into barren ruins, a paradise for the undead.