Passing through the living room, the door of Wang Siqi's boudoir was open, and Fan Xiong glanced at it, and there was no one inside.

The door of the bathroom was closed, and Fan Xiong went to twist the doorknob, but he couldn't open it, and the door was locked from the inside. He took two steps back, raised his right arm to his chest, and crashed through it like a tank.

There was a muffled "bang", the door panel was knocked out of the crack, the lock was crooked to the side, and the door finally opened.

The bathroom was filled with steam, Wang Siqi stood in front of the washbasin with a cloak and a trace of *, the makeup mirror was broken into several pieces, and there were a few bright red characters written on the wall next to him......

This strong sense of horror film immediacy made Fan Xiong have no time to appreciate Wang Siqi's bumpy back, so he quickly ripped off a large bath towel from the shelf next to him, wrapped her, and carried her out on his right shoulder.

"You let me go, let me go!" Wang Siqi struggled desperately in the air, and he didn't know what hard object he was holding in his hand, and he stabbed it Fan Xiong's waist.

Being a bodyguard requires a bit of professionalism, Fan Xiong endured the pain and put Wang Siqi on the sofa in the living room. She was found clutching a slender broken mirror in her right hand, waving it around.

Fan Xiong grabbed her right wrist and broke her fingers one by one. She stretched out her foot and kicked at Fan Xiong, but Fan Xiong ignored it.

The broken mirror fell to the ground, and her palms and fingers were cut to death, and blood slowly dripped down. The bath towel fell to the ground during the struggle, and the bamboo shoots and sharp pepper milk* and the sparse hair valley were in full view

The cold war with his wife Li Qiannan has lasted for a month, and Fan Xiong has been suppressed for too long, and he is caught in a war between heaven and man in his heart. But when he saw Wang Siqi's eyes, his dark pupils were covered with a layer of bewitching red, and his desire was instantly extinguished.

When I was practicing Tai Chi Qigong just now, the red rope I saw was also this red!

Wang Siqi lay on the sofa, trembling constantly, the twin peaks on his chest rose and fell with the waves, and the deep place between his legs also appeared from time to time. Cover her with a bath towel and be kicked off by her immediately.

Fan Xiong was ruthless and turned his head away from looking at her. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and silently recited more than a dozen "Tai Chi", Wang Siqi's twin peaks and valleys disappeared from his heart, and the demonic red rope suddenly came out of the air, constantly knotting and entangled.

Fan Xiong relied on his instinct and stretched out his right hand to pull the red rope.

The place where he started was the warm fragrance of nephrite, Fan Xiong touched a ball of soft * meat on Wang Siqi's chest, and then moved his hand, and touched the hard bud on the top of the crisp peak.

Although the eyes are missing, the fingertips are more perceptual.

Fan Xiong unconsciously had a faster heartbeat and shortness of breath. He was born with a thought, and the red rope changed accordingly, giving birth to countless branches, stretching in all directions, covering the sky.

And the gaps between the red ropes are like traps, empty, lingering, love and hate, and the seven emotions and six desires are endless. Fan Xiong's mind was unconsciously immersed in it and slowly sank......

All kinds of women's bodies, thighs, waists, and twin peaks, scratching their heads and posing, are in a thousand ways, circling around Fan Xiong. There is Wang Siqi, Teacher Cang, Teacher Hatano, all kinds of Maria hidden in the depths of the hard disk of the Internet café, and his wife Li Qiannan.

Li Qiannan has never been so gentle, using her hands and lips to serve him heart-wrenchingly. Just when she turned around, Fan Xiong seemed to hear her classic complaint: "You are a brick ...... mover"

Fan Xiong was inexplicably angry, and swung his fist at Li Qiannan, but he hit a void, and all kinds of women disappeared. The mind is empty, an indescribable emptiness......

Fan Xiong finally woke up and found that his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and he couldn't help but shiver. Wang Siqi's situation was even worse, lying upright and still, beads of sweat the size of beans kept pouring out on his forehead and body. Her fingernails dug deep into his right arm, which he placed on her chest.

In the situation just now, if you keep getting lost, you will definitely lose your mind, and you will become an idiot at best, and you will die at worst!

"I have to thank Li Qiannan for keeping reminding me, 'You are a brick movers'! Keep me awake in time. Fan Xiong laughed at himself.

The red rope is so evil that Fan Xiong speculated that Wang Siqi had fallen for some kind of evil art. His Tai Chi Qigong fire is too shallow to deal with.

Futu bricks are the things of Buddhism, and they should have a miraculous effect on dealing with demons and evils. He wants to use this treasure to solve the evil arts, if he can't do it, then he can only call 120.

Fan Xiong vigorously waved the floating brick, lit it, and then sat cross-legged on the ground and silently recited "Tai Chi".

In his consciousness, the red rope is more powerful than before, and countless spaces are crisscrossed by the red rope, densely packed.

Fan Xiong meditated "Tai Chi" over and over again, one clear light disappeared, and the other lit up, using this glimmer of light to illuminate the sea of consciousness and keep his mind clear.

At the same time, the floating bricks were handed out according to their intuition.

In consciousness, the red rope branched out, extending indefinitely, not knowing tens of millions of miles, and drawing away from far and deep.

"Pounce", the red rope accurately draws an object. The thing was pumped and flew I don't know how far, and Fan Xiong finally "saw" it, it was the Futu brick.

It can appear in consciousness, what a magic brick!

There was no time to cheer for the floating bricks, the red rope was another whip, and the floating bricks were pumped away again, and Fan Xiong seemed to "hear" it let out a wail.

Fan Xiong was very distressed, a treasure brick of Lao Tzu could not be broken!

He was distracted, Tai Chi was not bright, and his mind fell instantly. He hurriedly continued to chant "Tai Chi", and at the same time used his right hand with great strength to grasp the floating bricks.

The floating brick seems to have divine sense, and as soon as the owner exerts his strength, the brick body immediately ignites a bright yellow flame.

The red rope immediately sensed, "pounce pounce", and countless red ropes kept whipping the floating bricks. However, the Futu brick was fed with energy in Fan Xiong's body, and the flame burned more and more, as long as the red rope was stained with the bright yellow flame, it was like a lit straw, and the contact parts immediately burned into ashes, and even burned all the way, and the other roots connected to the knot were also ignited.

In the entire space, hundreds of red ropes burned, and it had become a prairie fire.

The red rope stopped beating, extending, and knotting, and the floating bricks stood still and burned alone. Space freezes, time stands still.

Fan Xiong only heard the sound of himself chanting "Tai Chi".

After a few sounds, the red rope moved again, even crazier and more tyrannical than before! It changed its strategy, and one red rope after another, wound the floating bricks. Although it was ignited, it continued to be entangled.

Dozens of red ropes were burned, and hundreds, thousands, were entangled.

I don't know that tens of millions of red ropes, circle by circle, layer by layer, wrap the Futu bricks in the center, and tie them into a dead knot with a diameter of tens of thousands of meters, shaped like a magic cocoon.

The flame of the floating brick is invisible, but Fan Xiong believes that it will not be extinguished!

Fan Xiong clung to the floating bricks and kept reciting "Tai Chi", waiting for a miracle to happen.

The Tai Chi clear light stabilized for a while, then gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely.

Fan Xiong's consciousness fell into boundless darkness......

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Wang Siqi got up from the sofa and found himself naked, and his bodyguard passed out on the ground. She didn't even have the strength to exclaim, and it took a lot of effort to wrap her body in a bath towel.

That hour was a darkness she had never had in her life. Although he is conscious, he has no control over his body at all, and he can't even control his inner feelings.

She had obviously broken off with that hypocritical man, but she couldn't help but think about him, wanted to be ambiguous with him, wanted to kneel and lick* him, and wanted to be humiliated by him.

She couldn't control herself and wanted to call him, kneel him, and beg him for forgiveness. The only bit of dignity left in her heart made her smash her phone.

She smashed the mirror and tried to kill herself. was finally rescued by bodyguards who broke in.

The more uncomfortable moment came, lying on the sofa, her body seemed to be bitten by countless ants, and it was like being soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid and corroded a little. The heart is swallowed up by countless negative emotions, some of which are humiliating pasts, such as being caught raped in bed; Some are inexplicable fantasies, stripped naked, splashed with dirty water, and scolded by thousands of people......

In a daze, she also felt that this bodyguard was not very honest, taking advantage of the danger of others to touch her left chest, and then pressed it back and forth with something hard and hard at an unknown age......

But after waking up, these are like Nan Ke's dreams, and the mood has not been so relaxed for many years, as if returning to the high school years before stepping into the entertainment industry.

Why was he so stupid just now, committing suicide for that kind of man? It's funny to think about.

Don't think about the past anymore, what should you do with this bodyguard in front of you? Seeing that he is well dressed, he should not have any deviant behavior except for rubbing oil.

She glanced down and found a murder weapon—a brick. Just now, the bodyguard was using this brick to mess with her boobs!

With both hands together, she picked up the Futu brick and saw the two words "Futu" engraved on the brick.

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!

In this way, he should be given a bonus! How much is the prize? At least thirty or fifty thousand, this girl's life is very valuable.

It's a little bit of a little thing to do with your hands and feet, forget it, this girl is in a good mood today.

Wang Siqi wanted to call the bodyguard, but he didn't remember what his name was, Miss Huo Er only told her once, saying that this person used to move bricks, and he was very good at fighting, and he could fight more than a dozen of them.

"Hey! Big Brother Bodyguard, wake up! Wang Siqi called softly.

Fan Xiong had a long dream, in which he heard a woman called "Big Brother", this voice was so familiar, like the closest person in the world.

Fan Xiong woke up immediately, his right hand was sore, as if it was useless.

When he saw Wang Siqi, for some reason, he naturally sat down beside her and subconsciously reached out to put his arm around her shoulder. While asking with concern, "Are you okay now?" Did You Know? You fell for the magic and almost died......"

Fan Xiong's hand wrapped around Wang Siqi's shoulder, and he did it so naturally that Wang Siqi was stunned.

"Hey, hey! Take your hands away and talk well, areyouok? Your identity is a bodyguard, and if you move your hands and feet, I'll get you out right away! Wang Siqi pushed Fan Xiong's hand away and continued, "Also, why do you say that I have fallen into evil? I think you've fallen for it, right? When I'm awake, you dare to rub oil......"