65 The heroic nature of a man

Helen was sad, because she was not good, and if it was something else, it was not her business, but it was not good in this regard, it was a disgusting thing. But when Helen noticed that Hector was a little dull because of her displeasure, she began to feel better, so that coach Hector could be in a good mood.

"Brother, can we stop fighting from now on?" Helen said.

"It's probably not up to us to decide, now even the Celestial Kings are involved, each with their own factions." Hector said.

"Immortals still care about the affairs of the world?" Helen said.

"Those who are able to work hard, the gods are proud to manage the affairs of the world, and whoever manages more is the overlord and the god king." Hector said.

It was late at night, and the night walkers began to call home. Helen walked in front of Hector, and when she returned home, she went into her room and slept peacefully.

Helen and Hector, however, were in the hall, each hesitating, both thinking about going back to the house and sleeping, but each thinking about the other.

Paris is gone, why isn't this a good opportunity? It's her own family, and it's her own favorite, and Helen just stands there embarrassed......

"Helen," said Hector, "won't you go back to your room and sleep?" ”

"Brother," said Helen, "I'm a little scared of ......."

"Oh!" Hector looked at the left and right explicitly, although he was a man, although he saw Helen's heart, a thief is a thief, and a thief has a weak heart.

It's really hard to be a woman, and when you meet a good man, you have to take the initiative yourself. -- Zeng Linyun

Helen gritted her teeth in her heart, so she took the initiative herself, she approached Hector's side and said, "Brother, I'll sleep with you tonight......"

This is the way things are in the world, although both people have hearts, if one of them does not take the initiative and pierce this window paper, it is also equivalent to an enemy.

Helen took the initiative to pierce the window paper, and she took Hector's hand like a child leading a large buffalo.

At this moment, Hector was already stunned, already wooden, he didn't dare to have his own reason, and he didn't want to be reasonable, this is nature, and those who violate it will be punished by heaven.

Any man has his two sides, our Hector, the god of war for a while, in front of beauty, is like a fire calcined gold, although the golden soup is solid, it is flattened with a hammer......

Bad people do all kinds of bad things, of course, in this kind of ghostly things, everyone will, if not psychological. The skin is thicker, and the hand is divided by two, like **.

Hector, like a buffalo being led into the pen by a child, followed Helen into Helen's incense room. It was really a fairy, Helen's incense room was really beautifully dressed, there was a portrait of God on the wall, Hector looked at it and shivered, the place seemed to have been beaten by God, but it was still before Helen finished undressing, and quickly returned to the man's heroic nature.

Helen sensed Hector's psychological feelings, and she only said in her heart: Cut, what is there to be afraid of a portrait, I will give you a good meal today, you can rest assured that you will eat to your heart's content.

Hector thought of the time when he had dreamed that Helen had done such a stupid thing with him, but the taste was completely different, and he couldn't remember what was different.

The Helen in front of her is more comfortable than the Helen in her dream, the Helen in front of her has a sense of initiative, is it alive, fresh, and the softness of the flesh?

Hector's head was in water at this moment, and he was now a buffalo, although he closed his eyes and cultivated the one-third of an acre of land under him.

(Can they talk?) It is as if the person who steals food does not speak, but eats his own food, and when he is done with the bowl, touches his mouth with his dirty hands, and turns away. Dog yesterday. ）

Is this a dog man and a woman? Definitely. Since then, Hector has been locked by her **, which is not Helen's ulterior motive, as she should have been. Outsiders can disregard life and death in order to grab Helen, and Hector, as the elder brother of the family, has the obligation to fight this battle for the beautiful and outstanding Helen sister.

When it was dawn, Helen quietly walked out of the house, knocked on the door and half-closed it, don't wake Hector, he ploughed the ** field, the buffalo was exhausted, let him regain his male in his sleep. It's good to get back to work.

Men are always fighting inseparably, and outside, real swords and real guns are fought on the battlefield. Inside, hand-to-hand combat is also a battle.

One is beautiful, the other is brave and kind, and the family has no eyes or ears for their idle affairs, and even more so no mouth.

Helen hummed a youth tune and brought a bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup from the kitchen. Our Helen is a doctor of physiology and chemistry, and the soft-shelled turtle boiled soup for men to eat, and its chemical principle is to generate men's **, that is, nuclear warheads in hand-to-hand combat......

"Brother, come, have breakfast...... "Our Helen, in Hector's eyes, is always a child and always a mother, and is so that he likes to let him love.

Hector watched Helen groom while eating soft-shelled turtle soup, and he thought to himself: There are so many women in the world, why is she so attractive, isn't she just a woman? Nowhere is more, nowhere is less.

Sometimes Hector also thinks of Helen's disgusting side, which was not long after he got on X**, Hector used a lot of strength to make Helen out of the, and the stinks.

(Dog yesterday, it should be written that people's beautiful is fragrant.) ）

Helen was combing her hair, her hair was so long, her arms were so long, her hands were stretched out, she deliberately showed a long belly, Hector reached out to touch ......

Helen put down her comb, turned and bolted the door, and within twenty-four hours the hand-to-hand combat began again.

"Brother," Helen was talking, she wanted to break this rigid, silent, good time, "Brother, don't go to the battlefield in person in the future, just let them fight, if you can't win, close the city gates, and wait for Paris to come back." ”

"Will there be a strategy for retreating when Paris returns?" Hector didn't want to say more, because his mouth was downward, and he wasn't used to talking like that.

"If we were destined to do so, Paris would have learned a martial art, and he would make a name for himself in a battle that would terrify the enemy and go back ......to his homeland without a fight," Helen said.

"You mean......" Hector shifted a moment, "you mean that when Paris returns, you are going to encourage him to go to war, on the pretext that he has learned the martial arts that are capable of fighting off the enemy?" Definitely. He can't learn such a skill, and he won't believe that he has such a skill. He is already stage frightened, it is human nature to be afraid of death, just like it is a nature for men and women to like each other. ”

"He is afraid of death, who in this world is not afraid of death? Brother, you just take care of him, among the two of you, my favorite is you. Helen said.

Women are like this, and whoever is on **X will say who they like the most, which means that men can plough the fields deeper and deeper at this moment.