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Second Master Wang said that he was ready, and he turned into a white-bearded old man, and his evil spirit leaked out, as if he had a bit of fairy energy in his body.

The urine bucket complied with Second Master Wang's request and gently climbed onto the roof of the Immortal Residence.

The roof of the Eternal Residence is very low, and it is easy for anyone to go up, and in order to peek at the unsightly things of the old man and his wife, the urine bucket has been up countless times.

The urine bucket is a familiar road, this time up, he has practice makes perfect, on the more light and agile, not much noise, it is easy to find the old position that he remembers.

He deftly made a small sloping hole in the roof covered with wheat straw and straw, and stuffed the small bamboo tube into which the joints had been smashed.

The spring light of the night of the old dwarf and the dwarf lady's cave house also leaked from here.

In that laughing door incident, the urine bucket was opened from here, and he looked into the house with a short bamboo tube of large caliber, and in the bright light and candlelight, he could see the various postures of the two, and listen to the embarrassing conversation between the two in his ears, and then play it out of his big mouth.

Although the dwarf lady's bedroom was pitch black, the urine bucket could also estimate the approximate location.

He stretched the end of the small bamboo tube all the way to the top of the mosquito net of the short lady, then put his mouth to this end of the bamboo tube, and then pinned his throat, slowed down his speech, and said something strange.

Those words were the tasks assigned to him by Second Master Wang.

It's just talking, and it's effortless. The consequences can be big or small.

But the urine bucket is not to be cared for. He has always acted casually, and this time he is doing things for Wang Erye, half of the factors are that he likes to do this, he likes to make trouble, just like a urine bucket likes someone to splash pee, and the corner where he is unwilling will always be silent.

After he finished speaking, there was a soft sound in the room, the electric lights were on, and the bright ****** bucket quickly put away the long bamboo pipe, replaced the large-diameter short bamboo tube and looked inside, only to see that the short lady had sat up from the bed, and the indescribable life was full of life, but she was looking around in confusion.

The body of the short lady is porcelain white and porcelain-white, reflecting the soft light of pink and pink. As she sat up, a light gauze that had been on her breasts had slipped onto her plump feet.

At that time, the task handed over to the urine bucket by Wang Erye was basically completed, and he could have withdrawn at this time, but how could he be willing to leave it?

The beauty of this woman's body is already fascinating, and her confused expression is even more concerning. Even the urine bucket was filled with pity.

Her performance was really as expected by Wang Erye. The urine bucket seized the opportunity and repeated the words again with a slight change, only this time he took back a lot of the small bamboo tube.

In this way, what she had heard before had been heard in her dreams, and what she had heard when she woke up seemed a little lofty.

The dwarf lady was stunned, and she lifted the light veil and got out of bed. Women are in different beauty when they are on the bed and behind the bed.

A pair of floral shorts, gently wrapping around her, hugged her, and looked uneasily in the light, looking up and down, hoping to find the source of the voice, and she was disappointed.

The strange tone sounded for the third time, this time farther away, not only far away, but also like a layer apart.

It was a urine bucket with a small piece of paper added to the bamboo tube, which added a little flute effect. But when I heard it in the heart of the short lady, I thought it was separated from dream and reality.

She was even more uneasy. This uneasiness was undisguised from the pair of huge ones on her chest, and the pair of living treasures shook with her unbeatable, irregular, flustered and helpless.

The pee bucket watched them jump up and down, struggling left and right, as if they wanted to get out of their bodies and scare away.

The short lady could not find a trace, her lips also jumped, jumping in panic, and the urine bucket estimated that even if she pounced on it to comfort her, I am afraid that she would not be able to stabilize her lips.

Her expression was like the first time she was naked in front of the man she secretly fell into, and she had reached the critical point of taking the initiative to give, and the man seemed to be so calm that he didn't have anything.

She didn't know how he would see herself and how she would treat herself, and she looked like she couldn't get along with herself.

Even the urine bucket was a little unbearable, and when I saw the short lady looking for a while, she finally began to get dressed.

Knowing that his purpose had been achieved, the urine bucket could not bear to look any further, so he slipped down the roof of the Immortal Dwelling and went upstairs to the pigsty.

A life-threatening hand reached out again, hitching on the bane of the urine bucket. On such an eventful night, this woman was still able to seize the time to take a nap. The sleeping beauty didn't wake up when she wanted to save money, but that little hand seemed to have eyes, and she could always catch one at a time.

The pigs went to the pen empty.

Only Second Master Wang, who can even practice the "Sutra of Keeping Horses and Raising Horses", will come to the idea of an empty pigsty.

At that time, Wang Erye had already thrown the huge pig-shaped plastic bag that had been blown up into the circle, and Wang Erye, who had put on makeup, cleaned up a little and got into the pigsty.

He lay down under the big bag in the shape of a fat pig, and began to wait quietly for his chance. Wait for three o'clock in the night.

Wang Erye was so quiet that he stared at dozens of mosquitoes on his face and didn't move a little.

That shape, on such a moonlit night, seemed to be the big fat pig that the dwarf lady had fed was still lying in it and sleeping soundly. Wang Erye, who was hiding underneath, could also make this model pig shake its head and tail and move its feet.

Although he has become a big master. Acting as a person, I still like to use such a vulgar way.

He is full of confidence, and he is not in a hurry at all, since he can pretend to be a god and get her once, he can get her many times.

★.

But the old dwarf was in a hurry, and there were only three holidays during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and this first day was almost killed.

He didn't want to have an eventful Mid-Autumn Festival, but he also knew that the remaining two days off would be very busy, and the family had accumulated too much work, especially the burden work, so he had to make a good surprise attack in the past two days, so as to reduce the burden on his mother-in-law.

After getting off the highway and going on the road, Changsheng was in sight, and he wouldn't go wrong even if he closed his eyes, so he looked around with his cheeks up.

He also deserves to suffer a little, or it may be that he wants to give him some foreshadowing.

Before he was eight feet away on the path, he stepped on the thin one, and he never imagined that it was the thought that his own pig had left behind by him.

His feet slipped, and he could have stabilized the stake, but he stepped out with his other foot, but what he stepped on was a large piece of watermelon skin.

It was Li Mingyu's four subordinates who put down the fat pig here to rest and steal a big watermelon to gnaw here.

It was here that the big fat pig had the opportunity to leave this thin mass for the old man.

The memoirs were destined for the old man to fall here, and he fell.

He fell three feet down the road and fell on the slope by the side of the road, and if it weren't for a few small cypress trees in his way, he would have fallen worse than a pig. (To be continued.) )