my beauty

Finally, the knife still couldn't hit Ye Chen, and he was subdued by Ye Chen after a short time. He was thrown on the big bed by Ye Chen, and the cloth strips on his body were also ripped off by Ye Chen.

When Ye Chen's claws were about to take off the knife's small cover, the knife's tears could no longer hold back and dripped down.

"You may not understand why I came to Dongjiang." Almost naked under the eyes of a relatively unfamiliar man, Knife chose to give up resistance. Perhaps, this is his own life?

"Well...a great man like me, of course I know." Ye Chen said solemnly, as if he was admiring a work of art, he was still very gentle, gently and slowly, taking off his clothes. The last weapon on the knife.

With a bang, Ye Chen randomly threw the small hood on the ground, and also dropped two small knives of which size the knives are commonly used.

"It's always bad to carry a murder weapon with you." Ye Chenyu said earnestly: "Especially if you hide the knife in such an important place, if you get hurt, won't my son be in trouble?"

"Why is your son so unlucky?" Knife was so anxious that he even forgot to ask why Ye Chen knew his purpose of coming to Dongjiang.

As soon as this sentence was said, the knife regretted it again.Mimi, who hurt the knife, was unlucky for Ye Chen's son, this, isn't this saying that the knife belonged to Ye Chen in disguise; wife? !

Ye Chen giggled, ignored the knife, and took out the small box that was treasured like a treasure. From the small box, he took out brushes, cinnabar and other items.

The knife was bored for a while, and the mountains on both sides stood proudly in the air. Although they were not big, they were round and flawless, just enough to hold.

"Hey!" Seeing that Ye Chen didn't seem to notice his naked body, Knife couldn't help asking: "You haven't said, do you know what I came to Dongjiang for?"

While mixing cinnabar, Ye Chen lazily said, "Of course I know, you came to Dongjiang to find me on a date, right?"

"You dead man! Bastard! Big bastard!" Knife was so angry, his eyes rolled around, and he looked at the window not far from the bed, calculating how much chance he had to escape.

"Scum!" Knife remembered another curse word.

Knives seldom swear at people at ordinary times, and they usually kill them directly because they don't look pleasing to the eye.

In this regard, it is somewhat similar to Ye Chen.

It's a pity that Ye Chen is not an opponent that Daozi has ever met. He seems to enjoy it very much, and doesn't care whether he is a big bastard or not.

"Actually..." Ye Chen finally prepared the cinnabar, "If you save some energy in swearing, it is very likely that I will be able to clear up the residual poison of your body in just one time. However, it seems that you like to be in my body It looks like a naked body in front of me, I wish the residual poison can't be rectified at once, and there is a chance to expose my body in front of me next time, right?"

"You...you, you pervert!" Knife finally found a suitable word to describe Ye Chen. How did Ye Chen grow up his brain, how did he think so differently and so wildly? "I don't like this! When I recover, I must kill you!"

After Daozi finished speaking viciously, he closed his eyes and lay sprawled on the bed, with his legs spread far apart, and whispered, "Come on."

"This is what you asked for..." Ye Chen said with a smile: "It may hurt a little for a while, but it will be fine soon, and then you will feel comfortable..."

"Pervert! What are you thinking! You're talking nonsense and I don't want you to be treated anymore! My head is full of dirty thoughts!" Daozi was furious, jumped up and rushed towards the direction of the window.

Ye Chen reached out his hand very easily, then wrapped his arms around the small waist of the knife, tugged lightly, pulled the knife back, and threw it on the big bed again.

The tip of the finger, whether it was intentional or unintentional, swept across the wheat-colored skin on the lower abdomen of the knife.

The knife immediately trembled all over, and countless goosebumps immediately covered his whole body.

This time, Knife finally lay obediently on the bed, motionless.

"I just treat myself as a dead body." With tears in the corners of Knife's eyes, he thought silently, "I never thought that just after I got out of the tiger's mouth, I fell into the wolf's den again. Is this a woman's natural destiny?"

After thinking about it, Daozi thought again: "It's better to give your body to a little man than that old man."

Daozi knew a widely circulated gossip that the supreme leader of the Red Devils, whom he had never met, was a bad old man in his seventies and eighties.

This old man is not convinced of his old age, and hopes that he will stay young forever.

By chance, the old man was learning that he could practice a vicious secret technique, which required the first blood of 99 virgins.

Among the 99 girls, of course, the higher the skill, the better the effect.

This is also why Chen Guobing couldn't pursue the knife, why he would rather choose to dedicate the knife to the old man.

This is not only a good opportunity to fight the knife, but also a sunny way to curry favor with the old man.

"Are you ready?" Ye Chen's usual lazy voice sounded in his ears, Knife nodded silently: "Be gentle."

Then, the knife felt a fluffy, itchy feeling around the navel.

Knife's lower abdomen began to twitch involuntarily.

The itching feeling continued upwards, encircling the mountain peak on Dao Zi's chest.

The knife couldn't help but twitch.

At this moment, the place in the middle of the knife's chest suddenly felt like being stabbed, and the severe pain immediately spread to the brain.

Frowning in pain from the knife, he slowly opened his eyelids.

As far as he could see, Ye Chen was concentrating on holding a writing brush, which was stained with blood-red cinnabar, and was scribbling horizontal and vertical lines on the knife's chest that the knife could not understand.

In the other hand, Ye Chen held a small knife impressively. The blade cut through the skin on the knife's chest, revealing a bloody cross.

"It hurts a little at first, but it will be fine in a while." Ye Chen said with a rare seriousness.

Gritting the silver teeth of the knife, he nodded secretly. It turns out that this deadly change, the a little pain is not a little pain in that kind of thing, but a little pain during treatment.

Although Daozi couldn't understand the scientific rationale of Ye Chen's treatment method, after Ye Chen's writing and drawing like this, using both pens and knives, Daozi suddenly felt a lot easier in his body. The stale qi that had been suppressed in the chest for a long time seemed to be vented at the same time at this moment.

At some point, Knife felt his knees being forced to bulge slightly by a force, and Ye Chen completely took off the only panties that were protecting the hidden parts.

Then, the knife felt a hard, round front, something like a small stick, touching and touching underneath.

"Could it be impossible to escape in the end?"

Dao Zi was thinking about this, when Hu Ting Ye Chen exclaimed "Hey!", as if he had discovered some new continent.

Knife immediately remembered that his body was different from ordinary women, and there were still some peculiarities!