"Oh, Pocket Princess, come and see, here the apples are hanging from the branches, and the sweet smell fills the tip of my nose." The voice of praise sounded, and a white and tender hand held Yan Zi's tall apple.

Pain, pain, pain! Under the twist of that hand, Yan Zigao felt a soreness hit his whole body from the top of his head.

Just when he felt like he was dying in this ache, a gentle and beautiful voice appeared and saved him: "Let it go." Such cute apples should not be food in our mouths. ”

This strange tone of speech really makes people worry from the heart.

Fortunately, he didn't have to die young, let alone become food for the little girl's mouth. This is thanks to the fair-skinned, petite and cute pocket princess who rescued her.

After the two girls left, Yan Zigao felt much less resentment because she was forced to save the princess, and began to think about how to complete the task - to turn the two-legged girl into a princess with a fishtail.

However, there was always one thing interrupting his thinking! In fact, it's nothing, it's just that he can't stop his delicate body from shaking and shaking......

Yan Zigao couldn't imagine that he would have the opportunity to deeply and vividly feel the "unbearable cold in the high places".

He shook at least twenty times in an hour of accidentally turning into an apple. Whenever a cool breeze blew in the orchard, he would shake uncontrollably into a sheep's madness.

Of course, thanks to the delicate twigs hanging from him.

"Can you discuss something?" Trying to control his body, Yan Zigao decided to have a telepathy with a tree that couldn't speak, "Please don't always tremble like a sheep crazy, please." ”

A gust of wind blew, and only the leaves kept shaking, and no sound answered him.

"I was wrong, and for a moment I thought you could understand me." Yan Zigao continued to shake his head resignedly, a burst of pantothenic acid in his stomach, like morning sickness, but what he spit out should be sweet juice.

However, only if he has a mouth to spit on.

Suddenly, an old voice appeared in his head: "You are the 108th apple to discuss this matter with me, but I'm sorry, because 'the wind blows the tree' is a law of nature." ”

The big tree gave him a good explanation.

"* The laws of nature!"

Before he could say anything, he waited for the bird next to him to fly over his head, leaving a lump of poop by the way, and finally fulfilled his wish to fall into the well.

The sweet and smooth skin is stained with disgusting bird droppings, and there is no way to wipe it off, it is really the worst thing of the year, there is no one!

However, soon another 'law of nature' broke his record for the worst of the year - in an instant, the torrential rain blessed the entire orchard, and the rain began to kiss his whole body from the top of Yan Zigao's head, licking his chest and buttocks with a cool tongue of water, leaving him with no *power.

It's a bastard!

When night fell, the pouring rain slowly stopped, and Yan Zigao had no energy to complain at all, and hung sick and wet on the branches.

Before he could catch his breath, he felt a huge suction force coming from the ground under his hips, and when he looked down, it was still that height.

Before he could figure out what was going on, his round body suddenly plummeted......

Is it that the apples are ripe and fall naturally? Whether it was or not, there would have been no Newton to catch him in the empty orchard now.

Yan Zigao resigned himself to closing his eyes, enjoying the last moments of his life before his body was smashed, he didn't expect that he would die like this in this life.

What a wreck! If he dies and leaves without hands, feet, or head, then he will murder him in the author's dream!

The expected pain of death did not come, but the upright ass was smashed to death, Yan Zigao opened his eyes, and he was facing the tender green grass.

Blinking his eyes incredibly, he felt an itch on his face, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe the raindrops off his eyelashes, but to his surprise, he actually did it!

Yan Zigao's eyes widened, and he looked at his hand several times. With the tender white skin in the corner of his eyes, he hurriedly looked down, only to see that his youthful body was sitting on the ground, drenched in rain and smooth, extremely attractive.

and those slender and beautiful long legs, which are simply lovely.

Yan Zigao stroked his body excitedly, although it was very obscene to touch his Chiguo body, but he was really, really happy!

TM's finally normal! It's not a big apple, it's not a fishtail, it's a living person!

If someone had entered the orchard now, or if the farmer had come out of a hut not far away, he would have seen a beautiful young man sitting on the ground with his body red, his wet body even more crystal white, and the transparent droplets of water slid down his chin to his body, like an angel coming out of the church fresco, so beautiful and clean.

But the angel's movements had to be ignored - he was with tears in his eyes, his knees bent, his slender hands running over his body, his lips kissing his thighs.

The action is bold, unscrupulous, and the glow that inadvertently reveals is even more penetrating than that of a demon who specializes in seducing people.

"What a debaucher/debauchery apple." A slightly hoarse man's voice rang out in the empty orchard.

Yan Zigao instantly recovered from his self-absorption, propped himself up, hid behind the tree trunk, looked around, and did not find anyone nearby.

If you think about it, the voice is familiar. Yan Zigao leaned against the trunk of the tree, tilted his head and closed his eyes to search in his mind, and suddenly his lips were licked by a warm and soft thing!

Opened his eyes in horror, there was nothing on the dim other side except for the intricate trunks of trees.

He remembered where he had heard that voice, wasn't it the voice of the paralyzed face Qiao Sen!

He could hear his face paralyzed, and his lips were kissed, or he could have been licked by the man's tongue, so there were only two possibilities - either Jossen was here, or he was being watched by some kind of magic weapon!

"You're sullen!" Yan Zi cursed in a low voice with a high voice. No matter which way it is, you can see that the old man who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years is complaining!

Yan Zigao didn't think he would get an answer, but he heard a low laugh in his ears, and his ears were heating uncontrollably. I have to admit that the voice of the old man who doesn't like to talk and has facial paralysis is very good, and he will get pregnant if he listens to it.

Yan Zigao angrily reached out and pulled some leaves, squatted on the ground, leaned against the trunk with his white back, and clumsily made a grass skirt for himself. He is going to rescue the sweet little princess who was abused by his stepmother.

From the darkness of the sky to the darkness of the sky, when the rain stopped falling, he barely made the first straw skirt in his life, and after putting it on exhausted, he ran to the fruit farmer's hut with a clear goal - to steal clothes.

After all, there is no exhibitionism, and I really can't do such a bastard thing as wearing a virtual grass skirt to meet a pure little girl.

When he entered the house through the window, he accidentally exposed the tender buttocks chrysanthemum several times, Yan Zigao's neck and ears were so red that they could drip blood, and he always felt that the BT patriarch was still watching him somewhere, and even when he accidentally walked away, he could hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

Such an illusion is simply terrifying!

Yan Zigao, who was constantly hypnotized and was just an illusion, almost rolled down from the window at the next moment, his face was facing inside the room, his buttocks were facing outward, he felt that a hand was pinching his buttocks hard, could this still be an illusion?

"Get out!" Yan Zigao turned his head to face the air behind him, and whispered a warning with a crimson face.

The next moment the feeling on his ass disappeared, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he quickly rolled over and entered the house, walked to the fruit farmer's closet, and opened the cabinet door with a gentle movement. He was overjoyed to see the clothes that humans were wearing.

Yan Zigao almost stretched out his hands tremblingly to the coarse cloth clothes, but when his fingers were about to touch, there was a 'snort', the coal lamp was lit, and the dim room became bright.

"Who?"

The footsteps behind him gradually approached, Yan Zigao closed his sour eyes, and after lamenting his rough fate, he turned around silently, wanting to confess and be lenient, he had already prepared the words - to say that he was a poor young man lost in the orchard, and then ...... The clothes were scratched, so they wore grass skirts.

What a far-fetched reason! Who will take off their clothes and choose to weave a straw skirt and wear a straw skirt? I also took off my underwear~

How perverted and stupid this must be to do it.

But it's too late to think of other reasons, so I can only do it casually.

Yan Zi lowered his eyes high and low, and when he turned around, he could predict the way other fruit farmers looked at him, and it would not be too far from looking at a fool.

He didn't dare to look his head, and when he was pitifully bent his shoulders and was about to speak, a very, very embarrassing thing happened, and for a while no one in the room spoke anymore, and even his breathing was much lighter.

At that moment, the grass skirt on Yan Zigao's waist fell......

Fell off......

Get down......

Yan Zigao, who was slipping through the birds, wanted a bayonet and committed suicide by breaking his stomach!

Suddenly, a heavy breath sprayed on Yan Zigao's face, which provoked him to shake his arm, and after feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere, he raised his red face and was instantly stunned.

Although the man opposite was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, he had a tall and powerful body, extremely handsome facial features, a calm and restrained aura, and the momentum of being on the top for a long time, and he was a man who made any prince and king very inferior.

This man is so powerful and too familiar! I saw them twice in one day.

Yan Zigao was unsteady on his feet and staggered back.

And this man with an extraordinary description pressed his sword eyebrows down, his thin lips were pursed, and he approached step by step, until Yan Zigao had no way to retreat and his heel was against the wardrobe, and the man also stopped.

"Who are you?" The man asked in a deep voice.

Even the sound is exactly the same!

But Yan Zigao turned a deaf ear, his pupils dilated, and he shouted in disbelief: "Qiao Sen?!" ”