Wandering Butterfly didn't expect that in a slight flash of his skill, there would be a hard hot giant on his lips, exuding a pungent smell, and he closed his teeth tighter in disgust. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Little kitten, be good, open your mouth, General Ben really doesn't want to use violence against you." General Poppy's voice was so low that it seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, obviously to the point where he couldn't bear it anymore.

Although the butterfly is full of resistance and disgust, she also knows that she has already achieved this step, and she can only solve it quickly, and after she is done, she should hurry up and save Ye Pian, and then let everything end, she is too tired to struggle, so tired that she doesn't want to struggle anymore, she just wants to die with this demon who pulled him down into the abyss of hell.

Close your eyes and open your mouth......

General Poppy gasped in comfort, psychological and physical conquest!

This is the second time he has entered the girl's beautiful little mouth, the first time is when he pinched her little mouth and forced it in, and this time, it was the girl who automatically opened her small mouth and took it into her mouth, although the girl was ten thousand reluctant, but this was enough to meet the conditions of the forbidden ritual of the people, and since then this stunning stunner has completely belonged to himself, General Poppy thought proudly.

In order to completely control this girl in his hands, he took great pains to consult countless documents, and constantly observed the girl's words and deeds, so as to guess her thoughts, analyze her character, constantly test her bottom line, control her weakness, and the means of using her are endless, in short, so that this girl can't escape from his palm.

Wandering Butterfly didn't know how the process ended, only that the heat kept going in and out of her mouth, in and out, like a long, long tug-of-war, so long that she desperately thought that there would be no end to it.

Obviously, this demon's jade-wang was on the verge of bursting, why could he last so long? The butterfly came up with such an idea in a trance.

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General Poppy took out his handkerchief to wipe himself clean, tidied up his clothes, and restored his dignified appearance!

Seeing that Wandering Butterfly was still lying on the floor with an out-of-body miserable appearance, he squatted down, lifted Wandering Butterfly's chin with one hand, and gently wiped her red and swollen lips with a handkerchief that had wiped her with the other.

"Little kitten, you took the initiative to give you a hug this time...... Remember when General Ben said, "One day you're going to beg me to come—on—yours?" Is it because you're begging me this time? General Poppy said softly.

Butterfly opened her eyes and looked at him fixedly, without answering.

"Little kitten, do you think this counts as you begging me to come-up-you? Although the meaning of your action is obvious, but you don't say it explicitly, this general is not easy to define. General Poppy's voice became more and more gentle, and there was a lazy and hoarse feeling after the love-jade, and the wiping movements on his hands became more gentle.

"Count." The butterfly said weakly, her voice as thin as the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies.

"Huh? What is the kitten talking about? General Ben didn't hear it clearly. "General Poppy pursued him relentlessly.

"It's me who begs you-on-me!" The butterfly raised her voice with difficulty.

"Huh...... It is rare for the kitten to be warmly invited, if the general refuses it, will he not live up to the kitten's good intentions? General Poppy chuckled, "However, the kitten will have to rush to save his companion later, if I am - on - will the little cat still be able to stand up?" If the kitten endures the discomfort and goes into battle to kill the enemy, if there is any mistake, the general will be very heartbroken. Although the kitten is very eager to be favored by General Ben, it seems that the little mouth under the kitten is probably going to be hungry for a while. But when the kitten returns, General Ben will definitely satisfy its ......."

"Thank you General Poppy for your understanding!" The man's evil ridicule sounded in his ears, but the wandering butterfly didn't care, and said expressionlessly.

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The Imperial Institute of Medical Sciences is located on the fifty-eighth floor of the Imperial Government Building, which is directly subordinate to the Imperial Government, and if you have to go back to the Imperial Wars, this unconventional pattern has to be traced back to the War of the Empire.

In the war-torn years, it is inevitable that a large number of wounded soldiers and wounded soldiers who fell in the rain of bullets, coupled with the breeding and spread of various epidemic diseases, in such a special situation, controlling the supply of drugs is equivalent to controlling the war situation to a certain extent, so the research and development institutions of drugs have always been the focus of governments to control, even after the end of the war, this tradition has been continued.

Izawa is a high-level researcher in the Imperial Medical Research Institute, and he also holds an important position in the MA (Military Research Institute), and his status is relatively special, especially in the increasingly fierce political struggle, even scientific research institutions can't help but take on political colors.

And Ize is obviously biased towards the faction of General Poppy, and he is a young talent, who is sharp at a young age, and he can't help but be regarded as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh by the group of veteran figures in the medical research institute, and is always maliciously rejected and squeezed.

But fortunately, most of the younger generation of researchers in the medical research institute were willing to deal with him, and Ize's position was not shaken in the slightest.

After making a cup of coffee, Izawa rubbed his aching temples and sat down in front of the computer again, the data curves on the screen reflected on the lenses of his glasses, and the changing light and shadow flickered.

Someone else has contracted this bizarre disease, a disease that is so strange that it is unbelievable.

A woman, 28 years old, a reporter from Imperial Weekly, went missing along with several other staff members when she went to the shelterbelt on the edge of the "Desert of Death" on Wednesday last week to interview the staff stationed in the forest, and was found by search and rescue personnel two days later, but she was already dying, while several other garden workers have not found their traces.

Bizarre disappearances like this have occurred repeatedly in the green shelterbelt area, especially in the recent period, and the cumulative number of missing people has soared to nearly 1,000, and the missing people who were able to get away with it have all suffered from a disease that has never been seen before, a stubborn disease that makes the current medicine helpless against it.

Izawa reached out and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, took a sip of strong coffee, and soothed his overtired brain, which had been working continuously all day without sleep.

This condition is unexpectedly tricky.