Text Text_Chapter 1148 The ruthlessness of the young woman

When people think of romance, they think of France.

Even toenails and dandruff in the French are full of a strong romantic factor.

As soon as you stop on the street, you can see men and women kissing and talking everywhere.

This is also the reason why infectious diseases remain high in France.

But when it comes to Hongguoguo's sexual desire, in addition to the Great Orient, even the self-proclaimed No. 1 American emperor in the universe has to bow down.

Every tree, every drop of water, every breath of air here contains a large number of hormonal particles.

If the statue really wants to come to life and take a suck, the guy below will have to be twelve o'clock immediately, not to mention the people who have lived in this land since childhood.

Therefore, when Sakura Uejima, who is wearing a soft white bathrobe, sits on a white rattan chair, and looks at the end of the sea with big sunglasses on her face, it is normal for the scene of Li scum riding on her and galloping on her when she comes to mind

of.

It's a pity, it's a pity, she hasn't tried the taste of dying on the beach with Li scum, and that guy is immortal.

The beautiful young woman sat here alone, and could only use fantasy to live through the scenes in her mind.

Sakura Ueshima thought that if he could appear in front of her alive at this moment, she would learn from the heroine in a small domestic movie, and learn from the ostrich who encountered danger.

What happens to an ostrich when it encounters danger?

It will only burrow its head into the sand and pout its ass high.

The ostrich with his head in the sand, but his ass pouted, Li scum is not interested.

Amazing, kick it over.

Or simply stab it and eat roast bird meat at night.

But what if that's the case with the cherry blossoms on Ueshima?

No clothes - will Li scum still kick it over, or simply stab it?

Never.

He's going to just — get a shot.

After thinking of that scene in the small movie, Sakura Uejima, whose body has been completely developed, couldn't help but bite her lip lightly, and quietly stretched out her right hand under the bathrobe.

In fact, even if she reached in openly, and obtained the sourness from some movements that she hadn't tasted for a long time, no one would notice it.

Gala and the others, who were in charge of keeping her safe, were at least two hundred meters away from her.

Besides, even if you see it, so what?

What's more, as long as Sakura on the island is willing, at this time, just pull a handsome guy over, and everyone will play the game of ostrich together, and Gala and the others will not even dare to let go of a fart.

He can also put, just like Sakura Kamijima can do the same.

But before Gala farts, it's best to think about Sakura Ueshima's master who can't compare to the cow.

Now, the little old man who trained the originally cowardly Ueshima Sakura into a cruel killer in just half a year has been buried in the most expensive cemetery in the East.

Flowers are in constant bloom throughout the year.

That's the kind of treatment that only Graveyard Purple Diamond members can enjoy.

However, Gala felt that no matter how high the treatment was there, the little old man who originally only loved junior high school students didn't want to stay there.

But he had to go, after he got drunk last Friday, his aesthetic concept of women suddenly changed, and relying on his own kung fu, he knocked Gala unconscious and threw herself into the embroidery room of Sakura on Uejima with a punch - the person whose head was cut off with a knife, want

Don't go to the cemetery to get a good rest?

Facts have once again proved that human beings have no unbearable sufferings and no unbearable sins.

There is only unfirm faith.

As long as the belief is firm, a woman like Sakura Uejima, who was originally cowardly and can be bullied by anyone, can be completely reborn in more than half a year and become the loveliest, oh, no, the most terrible person.

How high the little old man's kung fu is, Gala asked himself if the eight Galas tied together, and they were not his opponents.

But his head was cut off by Sakura Ueshima!

So, as long as Gala isn't loveless, he'd better just focus on her safety.

As for what she's going to do, does it matter?

If anyone thinks this is important, and if they have to see what Sakura Ueshima is doing, it is best to look at the knife on the small white dining table first.

Broken knives!

Broken knife, right within reach of the cherry blossoms on Ueshima.

But at this moment, her right hand, which was accustomed to holding a broken knife, had already slipped under the white bathrobe.

Then, her slender legs stretched out.

The white and greasy feet are also tight.

Ten toenails dyed scarlet with a bewitching, seductive sheen in the sun.

"Male-human! It's mine. ā€

Sakura Uejima, who was squinting slightly, stretched out her throat and shouted these four words, and her movements stopped suddenly.

The taut toes slowly returned to normal.

Not far behind, there was the sound of extremely fast footsteps.

Gala's face was full of ecstasy, and more excited.

The excitement made his face turn black and red into the color of pork liver, and he forgot the rules set by Sakura Ueshima.

"Anyone who walks within a meter of me without my permission will die."

This is the rule set by Sakura on Ueshima, simple and straightforward, easy to understand, and more crude.

This is because the famous man of the Broken Knife Stream was cut off by Sakura on the island with a knife, and the rules were set in order to prevent the master of the Broken Knife Flow from taking revenge.

Gala really forgot.

Forget - until the flash of a sun-drenched sword!

There was a slight pain in his neck, and it was cold before he suddenly woke up.

Without even thinking about it, Gala fell to her knees and exclaimed, "It's me!" ā€

"I know it's you."

Sakura Ueshima didn't reply, said lightly, slowly withdrew the broken knife, and put it back on the table.

She knew it was Gala, so he could still speak.

If he hadn't been Gala, he wouldn't have had a chance to speak now.

Sakura Ueshima let him go because he was the person she trusted the most at the moment.

But she wouldn't give him a second chance to get within a meter of her without her permission.

"Yes. I—I remember. ā€

Gala raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then wiped it on her slightly aching neck and raised it in front of her eyes to look at it.

In the palm of his hand, there is already the color of Yin Hong.

However, he did not dare to complain about anything.

Because he knew very well that the boss had indeed shown mercy to his men.

"Something?"

When Sakura Ueshima raised her hand and put down the big sunglasses on her face, her spring-like fingers swept over Xiuting's nose.

Then, she smelled the smell of spring.

It's just that the taste is very monotonous.

Spring without the taste of men is like a landscape painting, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it has no soul.

"Boss, boss, take a look at this."

Gala got up from the beach, holding her phone in both hands and handed it over.

"Something?"

Uejima Sakura asked these two words again, and didn't even look at the mobile phone on her right shoulder, her eyebrows under the big sunglasses furrowed again, and her voice was much colder.

"Look at it."

Gala obviously heard that the boss was very unhappy now, but she insisted uninterestingly and asked her to look at her phone.

Sakura Ueshima didn't speak, just looked sideways at the table.

Her side face is so beautiful.

Can it be Mao, but Gala feels an awe-inspiring killing intent?

It turned out that when Sakura Uejima looked at the table, she wasn't looking at Gala's phone on it.

She's looking at the broken knife.

There seems to be a little bit of blood on the broken knife with a delicate fish scale pattern on the blade.

It was blood pouring from Gala's neck.

This was her way of telling Gala that the knife was hungry for blood.

"Boss, you read it first. After reading it, if you want to kill me again, I don't need you to do it. I cut myself. ā€

Gala is a careerist who dares to gamble his life on the benefits.

Otherwise, he would never dare to hang her appetite when he clearly saw that Sakura Ueshima had murderous intentions towards him, not to say what he wanted her to see.

But there is no doubt that when Sakura Ueshima is ecstatic by what he sent, then the report he gets must be worth it.

He has been liking the famous Ozawa girl and Yu in the organization for a long time, but Sakura Ueshima does not allow him to accept it.

The reason is simple, Sakura Ueshima wants her drug empire business to be more than just selling drugs.

After all, sourcing is an issue.

On Sui Yueyue's side in the southern area of the Golden Triangle, her attitude towards Dongyang is becoming more and more unclear, and a fool can see that she wants to meddle in the business here under the pretext that she is Li Nannan's "widow".

Are you Li Nannan's widow?

Me too.

Why should I hand him over to my drug empire, to you?

Are you cutting off my supply?

Hehe, nothing remarkable.

It's a big deal, I'm buying from the Golden Crescent.

In that case, although the cost will increase and the income will be greatly reduced, I will be able to develop a new business.

Don't forget, the East is known as the empire of eroticism and sex.

The income from making small movies, compared to drug trafficking, cannot be compared for the time being.

But as long as she persists - Sakura Ueshima feels that according to her ambition, abundant manpower and financial resources, sooner or later she will be able to monopolize the color and love industry of the East.

In that way, she would be able to completely break away from Sui Yueyue's clamps.

can also keep the empire that Li Nannan gave her.

And Ozawa is a super-first-class actor who spent a lot of money to dig after Sakura Ueshima decided to enter the film industry.

She put so much thought into Ozawa, how could she let Gala dominate?

In order to completely dispel Gala's idea of trying to get involved with Ozawa, Sakura Ueshima did not allow him to touch the woman once.

What you can't get is the best.

Obviously, as long as a lot of dollars are thrown out, there can be many outstanding actresses, crying and shouting and throwing themselves into their arms, Galago, but they are more eager to get Ozawa's beauty than before.

Now, here's your chance.

Gala just needs to perfectly hang the boss's appetite and let her reap the ecstasy she has never had, a female movie star - hehe, it is estimated that tonight, she will appear in front of Galago's bed with her plump ass.

Listening to Gala's tone of affirmation when he said that he was self-cutting, Sakura Ueshima finally became a little interested in what he sent, and said lightly: "Open." ā€

Gala immediately lit up the screen and tapped on the video that had been prepared for a long time.

When Xiaobai, the intern reporter of the interview department of Blue Sky Video, the sound of the interview that was quite good, came from the mobile phone, Gala took a few steps back in succession, and then turned around and walked away quickly.

After the sound of glasses being slammed on the table came out, Gala, who had already walked out more than ten meters away, looked back with a smug face.

The cold and lonely beautiful young woman just now had already rolled off the wicker chair at this time, kneeling on the beach, her delicate body trembling violently, picking up the mobile phone with her left hand, and holding the damaged sunglasses in her right hand.

The shattered lenses of the sunglasses pierced the palm of the beautiful young woman's hand.

Bright red blood, dripping from the edge of her palm.

She didn't feel the slightest pain, just put her hand to her mouth.

Only then could she hide her low whimper.

It's just that her tears can't be covered by her hands, and the big ones are connected in a line and drip down.

"Well, that's the real you. Speaking of which, you're still lucky, and you've finally been able to keep the clouds open and the moon will appear. ā€

Gala sighed lowly, looked to the northwest, and muttered to herself, "Sui Yueyue, do you also have such good luck?" ā€

Sui Yueyue's luck has always been very good.

She thought to herself.