"What do you want to do?" Cang Jingkong's eyes were full of fear. "Of course, I told you to be obedient!" As soon as Zhang Ye stretched out his hand, he grabbed her robe, and after a little effort, he heard "Huh! With a bang, the robe became in half.

"The island girls are really sassy! I didn't even wear a bra! Looking at the two great masses on Cang Jingkong's chest, spurting out, Zhang Ye's mouth was dry for a while, and he didn't care about Cang Jingkong's expression of shame and indignation.

Since they were born in an island country, they should be ravaged by the Chinese people, and they should atone for the sins of their ancestors.

The hatred for the island country is rooted in Zhang Ye's heart, and he has always believed that the people of the island country cannot be regarded as people, but can only be regarded as a variant of animals.

Although some people say that he is radical and angry, but he doesn't care at all, what's wrong with being extreme? What's wrong with the angry youth? Lao Tzu didn't break the law, you can't control it. What about breaking the law? Lao Tzu has the ability, but you can't control it.

People who have the ability to smoke the faces of the devils of the island country without pumping them are not qualified Chinese people.

Although Zhang Ye has a bad temper, he is still more personable to women, but that does not include women from island countries.

Cang Jingkong struggled desperately, and the fear in her heart rose to the extreme, and the special experience of her childhood made her extremely afraid of men and women.

Cang Jingkong's mother is a *, and she doesn't know who her father is, in her mother's words, she is an accident.

When she was very young, she watched her mother be brought to life by all kinds of men.

At that time, she had a fear in her heart, and on the day she was eight years old, her mother died of overindulgence and foaming at the mouth in search of excitement while serving eight strong men at the same time. At one point, she thought her mother had choked on the slimy liquid, because when she was dying, she was half foaming at the mouth and half of the thing.

This incident made her fear of men and women rise to the top, and she also developed an extreme dislike for men.

Later, she was favored by her master to become an onmyoji, and by chance she got the strength of the nine-tails of the god skyrocketing, and almost all the men who dared to have wrong thoughts about her died in the mouth of the nine-tails.

She became a woman who made the men of the island country smell and change, and later entered the mercenary world, and her notoriety resounded throughout the mercenary world, and she and the black widow that Yang Yujie pretended to be are two extremes.

As one of the bigwigs in the mercenary world, Zhang Ye naturally listened to his brother chatting about this matter after tea and dinner, and his original words at the time were: "Girl from the island country, you have the ability to do whatever you want, if anything happens, Lao Tzu will wipe your ass." ”

Although he said so, those brothers still didn't deliberately run to fight Jiuzhou because of a woman, not because the brothers didn't have the courage, but because this woman couldn't fight them.

Now that the opportunity has come, Zhang Ye will naturally not be polite, a master who is not even a legend, in front of him, he doesn't want to rub the circle and pinch the flat.

"Stop, stop! Yes! "The high-decibel screams in the quiet sky are enough to shatter the eardrums of ordinary people.

But the louder and more poignant she screamed, the more excited Zhang Ye's heart became, even more excited than when he heard the screams of the man in the island country when he died.

The perversion of the people of the island country comes from the bones, if you want not to be bullied by the perverted nation called Dahe, when dealing with them, you must be more perverted, so perverted that they are afraid, and they are so afraid that they dare not be perverted again!

Zhang Ye is earnestly fulfilling what he once said.

Zhang Ye's big hand kneaded the two balls of white noodles while beating a trace of true qi into Cang Jingkong's body, sealing her acupoint, making it impossible for her to mobilize the spiritual force of the Onmyoji to resist.

"Don't!" Cang Jingkong, who was already full of fear in her heart, shouted heartbreakingly, and her psychology finally began to collapse.

"Please, don't continue, I let her go, I promised you to let him go, it's okay to be your slave, please don't touch me, don't!"

"Now you know how to cooperate? It's late! Didn't you say you don't let men touch it? Lao Tzu will let you taste the taste of men today, and if you can't see a man in the future, you will have no strength. ”

Zhang Ye's voice was endless* and evil, but it brought boundless despair and fear to Cangjing and emptiness.

"Ya Butterfly! Ya Butterfly! ......The language of the island nation is strange, a word that should be harsh and serious, but it has been invented to sound like a blood-pumping sound.

Zhang Ye was enjoying the perversion of insulting the island woman*, and at the same time complained in his heart: Nima, the language of the island country is simply born for *, even if you know that the meaning of this sentence is not, when it reaches Lao Tzu's ears, how does it sound like: Come to me! Come on me!

When Zhang Ye ripped off the last line of defense of Cang Jingkong*, the fear in her heart reached its peak. "Ya Butterfly!" Her eyes widened and bloodshot, staring motionlessly into the void.

The muscles and skin of the whole body became hard, and the body collapsed straight.

The sound of "clucking" in the throat is a sign of extreme fear, and if it is not relieved in time, it is very likely that you will die due to cardiac arrest. "What's going on?" Zhang Ye felt the touch on his hand*, and it was no longer soft, and he knew that Cang Jingkong was really not good.

If she had changed to a woman from another country, Zhang Ye would have turned around and left, but unfortunately, as a woman from an island country, when she met Zhang Ye, it was definitely her sorrow, and even death became a luxury.

Zhang Ye's six-character mantra for dealing with island people is: no mercy, zero tolerance.

He slapped his hand on the soft flesh in front of Cang Jingkong's chest, and a soft true qi entered her body, squeezing it on the heart that had stopped beating because of the fright, this palm was definitely much more effective than the doctor's chest compression.

Cang Jingkong's heart immediately regained its vitality, and his breath was finally relieved. "Ahh With a soft groan, when she opened her eyes again, she still saw Zhang Ye's demonic face. "Ya Butterfly! Ya Butterfly! The sound of ......" resounded in the huge master control room.

The blood of the Jiuzhou high-level who died during the great war just now has begun to coagulate, and the smell of blood in the air has faded a lot, but there is a smell of obscenity.

With Zhang Ye's unremitting efforts, a dry spring finally regained its vitality, flowing out with a faint warm liquid, and as Zhang Ye's movements deepened, more and more liquid flowed out, like a river of sadness in Cang Jingkong's heart.

"Ya Butterfly!" The sound was much quieter, replaced by a quiet wheez, and it tended to become more and more intense.

The fear in Cang Jingkong's heart, as the body deepened, was constantly wearing, and the irrepressible longing and anxiety began to climb into her heart.

Her body had already regained its softness, and her whole body was rubbed by Zhang Ye as if it had just been scalded by boiling water, and the sickly pale had been replaced by flushing.

Out of the instinct of the female body, she began to respond jerkyly, her limbs wrapped around Zhang Ye like an octopus, and climbed onto Zhang Ye's body, and the sensitive parts kept rubbing and colliding on Zhang Ye's body.

Her eyes were tightly closed, as if this would overcome the hidden fear in her heart, and her head and face began to move up against Zhang Ye's chest and abdomen.

While moving, his tongue kept licking and gnawing on Zhang Ye's body! Zhang Ye felt like a wet and slippery little snake crawling up from there and crawling all the way into his mouth.

Fragrant and fragrant, this is a taste of chuko. Zhang Ye's greedy Yung sucked Cang Jingkong's slightly jerky little tongue, resisting, winding, pushing, pressing, and topping...... Zhang Ye is a veteran of the flowers, and he does not hesitate to train the women below with his experience.

"Want me!" Cang Jingkong finally succumbed to Zhang Ye's skillful means.

Zhang Ye was unmoved, still holding his hands on her delicate body, and her breathing became more and more rapid, almost unable to breathe.

"Want me! Please, let me be! Cang Jingkong had begun to be confused, and her body swayed sharply, trying to find something on the man in front of her that could ease the emptiness in her heart