The drifting hairstyle, straight and high, can only see the gel water at one end, cheesy, no taste.

"Hmph!" Ning Bing'er always scoffed at such teasing, didn't like to deal with it, and didn't even want to waste time to take a second look.

It's just that the skin is as white and transparent as snow, and I can't help but take a second look, and I feel a sense of déjà vu inexplicably.

Inadvertently glanced at the man sitting in the passenger cab, which completely aroused her interest, the side face line was hard and stiff, and the dark and shiny skin had a dullness that had just crawled out of the coal kiln.

The flat bridge of the nose makes the side face look even more gloomy, and the black baseball cap is always pulled low, covering the eyebrows and eyes, and it is completely difficult to see the human appearance.

A second of glancing, a face is white and pure with feminine charm, a face is stiff with a cold ruffian, the little white face looks lively and lustful, and the black face is gloomy and bland.

Glancing at the little white face again, the almond black eyes flashed cold and sharp, and he immediately withdrew in fear.

Looking up at the traffic light, there were still three seconds, and the man in the purple-gold sports car teased even more excitedly: "Beauty, about?"

The teasing in the voice, the eyebrows were flirtatious, and a natural kiss was thrown, and the suspicion in Bing'er's heart was immediately subsided by disgust, and the disgust just now immediately subsided.

One black and one white, one static and one moving, one yin and one yang, one mother and one rigid, such a combination is like twins, inseparable and inseparable, just a glance, Bing'er feels more and more familiar.

Black and white impermanence?

Could it be that they are the black and white impermanence around Brother Tiger?

Thinking of this question, Ning Bing'er was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she didn't react when she turned into a green light, so she stopped in place and didn't dare to start the engine.

The horn behind him remembered impatiently, and kept urging the red sports car, and the stunned Bing'er's cold hair stood up, and he broke out in a cold sweat without knowing it.

"Beauty, haven't you seen enough?Then follow me, let's have fun tonight?" Zijin Sports Car didn't leave, and kept staring at this good-looking and cute soft girl, this kind of girl is indeed rare.

The white ghost just glanced at Ning Bing'er casually, dressed in an all-black outfit, with a hairstyle that was simple to the extreme, with a high ponytail, a pure and beautiful appearance, a petite and delicate figure, and delicate skin that could be broken by blowing, everything was like a boiled white egg, pure and intriguing.

Especially the clear eyes with sadness, the flickering long eyelashes, I can't help but say endless sadness and helplessness, such a young child, a pair of eyes contain so many stories.

Interesting!

I like it!

The white ghost stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips, this charming and bewitching soul hooking action, coupled with that feminine and somewhat charming face, Ning Bing'er's heart tightened, this is not pain, it is just the pleasure of the soul being hooked up, being remembered, and being shocked.

The purple-gold sports car rushed out of the traffic light in front of it and stopped not far away waiting for Ning Bing'er's small sports car.

To follow or not to follow?

Ning Bing'er hesitated, when she passed the traffic light, the speed of the sports car was slower than the speed of pedestrians, she had been struggling, pondering, and hesitating, whether to keep up, to be eaten or to go directly behind the scenes?

The unknown ending is always infinitely reverie.

The mysterious space is even more curious.

"Beauty, let's go. The white ghost's eyes that had been written into the illusion of the world showed half of his eyes through the sunglasses, and his tone was more frivolous, inviting with a provocative meaning.

Ning Bing'er's car stopped side by side with them, staring at the road in front of her, barely looking at them, trying to feel the thoughts of their hearts beating with keen hearing.

The world that the eye sees is sometimes false, or reorganized, or decorated, if the real world is to be real, or the ears can make you feel a different world.

The bustling street market is full of people, the bustling crowd feels the prosperity of this world, and the calm gasp of the man in the car next door, in addition to hearing a hint of playfulness and teasing, this smell of disrespect is getting heavier and heavier.

It seems that they are just playing with themselves and discarding them when they are done.

"Don't make a fuss, go back quickly. A very cold sound came from a crack in the ground, so cold that it penetrated several layers of ice slag without weak sound waves, this was the sound of a.

The is still so indifferent, pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and flirt with women, these difficult jobs will not happen at all for such a cold-blooded man.

When the deep voice suddenly came out, Ning Bing'er subconsciously started the car, kicked the accelerator, and rushed far away, this instinctive fear made her completely scared, and she didn't even have the courage to step forward to test or follow.

This kind of horror and fear that goes deep into the bone marrow, people don't dare to take a closer look, and listening to the sound makes them tremble with fright, and they don't have the courage to stay.

"Eh, don't go, beauty. A soft, sweet voice came from the direction that followed Bing'er away.

"You're a woman who just wants to eat, when will you be able to fix it?" asked the as he rolled up the window, his voice was unusually cold, and he asked coldly.

"Is that a woman? It was clearly a child, a beautiful child from a rich family, so smart and charming. After the white ghost finished speaking, he licked his lips again, and the thin pink and red lips were teased by his tongue to make them more tender.

"I'm sick, go back quickly, Brother Tiger has something to order." The put the baseball cap over his face and slept on the pillow, no longer paying attention to the squinting man.

There are only two kinds of people in this world, men and women, and each species branches into different varieties.

Among the men's branches, some are more subtle, some are rough and savage, and some are monotonous and boring...... No matter what kind of man he is, he has a hobby and likes women.

But the nigger is the exception, the strange thing in the pile of men, he only loves knives, a perverted man who loves knives like his life, and he is an out-and-out knife idiot.

Although the era of cold weapons has passed, spears and cannons are rampant, but to survive in the jungle, the knife is the king.

The has several knives stuck in his body at any time, and the Nepalese horse-head sword is carried casually, and the taper is reduced at the back third of the blade, so that it can be pierced through soft targets without encountering resistance like a straight knife.

What's even better is that its blade is not too long, the texture is very hard, and the hand action on the handle will also increase the thrust effect, this kind of cold weapon era of the king of soldiers, of course, is the favorite of.

In the eyes of the white ghost, the hobby of the nigger is perverted, and in the eyes of the nigga, the preference of the white ghost is even more tasteless, women, as long as there is a little bit of beauty of the woman she loves, even without the principle of love, other special interests and hobbies are even more vulgar, money!