[If it doesn't break out on the shelves tomorrow, my manuscript is today!] Cherish every reader, I only hope that everyone can continue to support, Hui Hui Tong thank you. 】

"Ten Thousand Seduction Treasures" proves that as long as Indians are willing to be involved in erotic movies, the Fengyue films produced in any country will be eclipsed, that is a magical country that can tease even the golden curry fragrance, women have the most beautiful R room and the most good eyes, since childhood, they have been instructed how to upturn their fingers to hook the soul, which direction the waist twists to show the demon, and the golden lotus pendant at the deeply sunken navel is like a slightly trembling spell.

The way of training women there is ancient but very practical, it is to cut the man's mind carefully, and the mystery between the knees is endless. "The Book of Love" is also the story of **, but it happens to match the word "living color", the woman is a camellia with gold edges, and there are many temptations in the sari, wrapping the lips like rose petals, in order to snatch the kiss, the eyes look left and right just to capture the wandering heart, if the cloud hair is draped to the lower abdomen, there is a bright red mark, and how many men who are ready to move should be conquered? This is the tension of love released by this mysterious country, and some of them are soft and boneless, as if they were born to turn the phoenix upside down, and to accept the men they love or not.

Indians are naturally and ambivalent about this.

But in general, I don't want to share this aspect with too many people.

So, Kamal, who looked around, thought that this was impossible, and his heart tightened suddenly, and he could only look at the content.

When I turned to the last edition.

A scene that shocked Kamal's expression occurred.

Author's name: Amir Hui

The big blood-red characters, much larger than the title of the book, are very conspicuous.

Kamal was amazed and delighted! I just heard others mention that Amir Hui didn't take it seriously, the author of "The Lost Inheritance", as a Bombayian, naturally knew it, and now he has long been crazy, and some people can't stand the stimulation and even threaten to pull out Amir Hui, the author, and beat him violently, but there are very few people who can make Indians so shocked.

So Kamal had heard of his name, but he didn't watch it, because he wanted to wait until he had enough time to buy it and enjoy it. And just published a work, subconsciously thought that this author would not publish a book in the near future, but it was unexpected and unexpected, which surprised the reader!

But I don't know if I'm happy.

Puzzled, Kamal looked:

【Brief introduction】:

It is a novel about fate, and the story takes place between 1975-1980. At the end of the 70s, a young man named Govind opened a cricket shop with his friends Ishan and Omi with a dream of a career. However, all three have their own goals. Gowende wants to make a lot of money and make a big career; Ischa'an is bent on developing a very talented cricketer, Ali; Omi knows that his abilities are limited, and he just wants to be with his friends.

In order to reach their goal, the three protagonists of the story must face all the difficulties - the conflict between church and state, earthquakes, riots, rebellious love, and the greatest difficulty - their own shortcomings.

However, surviving in a rioted city is not easy. Will they be able to solve these difficulties? Can personal dreams overcome the darkness of the real world? Will they be able to overcome their mistakes and succeed? Based on true events, best-selling author Chitan Bharhat from India brings you the real modern India with his unique black humor. How the three companions come together for money and fame, and how they separate. ”

This is the introduction, and it can be seen that this Sunshine newspaper has basically given way to most of the pages of this novel, just by looking at the length of the front page.

Church-state conflicts, earthquakes, riots, rebellious love, and the greatest difficulties? Kamal has been aroused with intense excitement by now.

Prologue Chapter 1 "Why can't you sit still?" As soon as Ishaan yelled, the noise in the stadium on the television was silenced. By this time, I had just sat on the floor and jumped back on the couch.

Chapter 2 On the morning of April 29, 2000, when a coconut was gloriously smashed open, the Indian national team cricket shop was officially opened. All the family members came to cheer, and my mother and Omi's family were overjoyed and elated, but Isha's parents didn't say anything. They still wanted Esha to be an officer, not a shopkeeper in Burrambore.

Chapter 3 In Burramboul, badminton is the most popular sport after cricket. In fact, girls only play badminton. Therefore, there is still a profit to be made in this business. Badminton balls are replaced frequently, and badminton rackets don't take long to need to be rewired, and they are not as durable as cricket rackets

The air is still.

A good beginning is half the battle, and the same is true of the novel, a good beginning is like the source of water, the source is rich and naturally flows downstream, absorbs the trickle, and merges into a great river. Therefore, this first chapter is very important, and it is an important bargaining chip that determines whether everyone can watch it or not.

However, when I looked at it, it was magically out of control.

"It's summer, and the most exciting part of the beach is people – and of course, I'm not talking about men. They are not only women, but also some big beauties, and they are big beauties who openly show their breasts. If you have never seen a woman in your life with her upper body dangling in front of you, this magical place is definitely your dream paradise. "There are a hundred women here, to say the least." Isa whistled, "The point is, each one is so beautiful." He was telling the truth.

It's as if the beauties of the world have exchanged emails and made an appointment to gather at Bondi Beach today. "Do you want an umbrella?" At this time, we stayed in a scenic area, where six women with half of the fruit were playing frisbee. "Wow, you can really see their ...... Wow. ”

From the first paragraph, the wonderful chapter will leak the charm!

My Lord Shiva!

It's so explicit!

However, Kamal was excited, although the riot mentioned in the introduction has not yet been seen, but this writing and realism alone is not in vain to buy this newspaper.

Kamal pressed his eyeballs to the newspaper and looked at him carefully, "Wow, Omi is so sweet, I thought we couldn't see anything." "There are a hundred women here, that is, we have two hundred men to watch." As soon as I finished speaking, I was ridiculed for the virtue of mathematics that is inseparable from everything I go. For those who grew up in places where wearing sleeveless tops would cause public outrage, the total emancipation of the upper body is probably what those MBAs call a "mindset shift." "I can't play with them. I've never seen a frisbee before. Isa said with regret.

"Look at that white woman with blond hair, whoa, whoa, she's so big." I said. Oh, well, when you get to Disneyland, what else can you do but have fun? "Heaven is definitely like that. My eyes are so tired that I can't even blink an eye! Omi said.

Interestingly, within a few minutes, we were already used to watching the turbulent parts of these red fruits swaying around. I think that in the face of good things, your ability to adapt will definitely improve rapidly. It's just that if I had to choose, I'd rather watch one fruit girl every day for a hundred days than a hundred fruit girls in one day. I sat on the beach, and Isha and Omi rushed out into the sea to swim, and they wanted to check if the wet naked beauty looked more a**. Alas, our minds are truly impure. I noticed a woman with brown and black hair holding an umbrella beside me.

She had a T-shirt over her bikini and it was her back that was facing me. Her long black hair hung down her thin neck, and there was something on it, it should be hair oil, or conditioner, or something, anyway, it was the stuff that the girls felt that they couldn't prove to be living in this world without it.

Suddenly, I felt a dull ache in my heart, as if someone was hitting my mouth again and again. The black-haired woman's brushing of her hair was exactly the same as Vidia's. I watched from afar as Omi and Isa splashed each other on the other side of the sea, then pressed each other into the water. They're already laughing like crazy. A jumble of thoughts swirled around my mind, like oily fingers stirring through my hair. Wouldn't it be great if Vidia could be here too?

At this moment, there is something called interest secreted in his mind, and there is no novel that can make him feel this way since some authors closed his pen and Adihao has delayed his work, but now this feeling has resurfaced.