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Seeing that Wang Wu fainted, people stopped looking for cattle, people's lives were at stake, and saving people was important. Seeing that Wang Wu had fainted, Uncle Mao not only didn't save him, but also kept laughing loudly, laughing and walking away. Uncle Mao hated Wang Wu, who told Wang Wu to do that to his daughter under a grass tree, what is it if he doesn't deserve it now?

The seventh uncle accidentally fell in the process of looking for cattle, twisted his waist, and kept hurting, almost making him scold his mother in the crowd. However, in the darkness of the night, people did not know what he looked like, so no one cared. At this time, seeing Uncle Mao clapping his hands and laughing, looking gloating, he couldn't help but fall into his neck, quietly grabbed Uncle Mao's collar, and wanted to slap him.

When Uncle Mao saw Uncle Seven like this, he didn't dare, his face was ugly, and he almost knelt down.

"Fuck, I'm going to kill you! Dare to laugh at Lao Tzu! Uncle Seven kept yelling at Uncle Mao.

"Don't dare to ......," Uncle Mao said.

"Well played!" A man stood in the crowd and cheered.

The person who applauded was Liu. In the faint moonlight, Liu's beautiful laughter was so beautiful in the eyes of Uncle Seven, even more beautiful than the moon in the sky. When Uncle Seven saw Liu's smile, he stopped being angry, let go of Uncle Mao, walked to Liu's side, and smiled hippie.

The people sent Wang Wu into their house.

However, the seventh uncle followed Liu into a forest.

The reason why Liu went into that woods was because he wanted to change his clothes, and Na Cheng wanted to be known by Uncle Seven, thinking that he was interested in himself, so he quietly followed him. Liu didn't know that Uncle Seven was like this, so he was relieved to relieve himself in that place, and a voice burst out, but this voice was like fairy music to Uncle Seven.

Uncle Seven didn't dare to rush forward, for fear that in this way, he would alarm the Liu family, and if the Liu family did not follow, then there would be no meaning. It's better to stay quietly in that messy grass and look at your ass or something. While thinking like this, Uncle Seven lay down in the messy grass.

Liu stood there, but he didn't squat, his hands kept playing in front of him, as if he couldn't unbutton it, which made Uncle Qi's heart very anxious to see his buttocks. However, fortunately, after a while, Liu untied his trouser belt and untied his trouser belt, Liu was not in a hurry to squat, which made Uncle Qi pick up a big favorit, and actually took a full look at Liu's white ass.

At this time, for some reason, Mao Da also came over, maybe he found out Uncle Seven's ghost idea, so he came to "praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind", and quietly followed, wanting to see what he was going to do. Mao Da held a pig-killing knife in his hand, if he found that Qibo dared to do anything wrong, maybe, the pig-killing knife would stab him in the stomach, and a red knife would go in and out of the white knife.

The pig-killing knife in Mao's hand kept flashing in the faint moonlight, and in this cold light, Uncle Seven hid in the messy grass and kept trembling, swinging, so that the messy grass around him couldn't help but sound. So, Uncle Seven quietly worked on spells there for a while, fiddling with them, but he didn't tremble.

Mao Dakou held the pig-killing knife in his mouth, and quietly followed over, the knife seemed to be still dripping with some blood, and in the faint moonlight, it was terrifying. The seventh uncle didn't dare to look at it after taking a look, and lowered his head so low that he couldn't lower it any longer, lying on the ground like a dead man.

He can't move.

At this moment, for some reason, a cold thing rubbed against his feet, and he kept squirming. Uncle Seven was scared, and he didn't know what that thing was, but after a while, he was not afraid again, and thought to himself, it was just a little bug, what was the fuss.

No, that thing has scales, it's so cold, it wriggles, it's not a snake, it's something?

Uncle Seven was scared, but he didn't dare to move, otherwise, Mao Dadao would not show mercy. One can only hope that the serpent will be merciful. But the damn snake actually got into Uncle Seven's pants......

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