"You're like a piece of!"

Dilapidated old street: There are no high-rise buildings, and the tallest is only a small loft with ten floors and a roof. Asbestos tiles or rusty color steel tiles. The rust extends all the way to the mutilated tiles on the sides of the floor. The corroded walls seemed to sit on the wrecked side of Bermuda, full of sores that had just been cracked.

Narrow and obscure old streets: Divided into honeycomb-like cement paths by intricate crevices. The orientation of the floors is also very arbitrary, so that there are a lot of corners.

Two rows of scattered plaques hung like countless plasters on the walls of the tiles peeling off and the walls were full of holes, some high, some low, some large, some small, some long, some short, some broken, some new, some dim and illegible, and some with only a few rusty borders left. The glass door was tightly covered, and it was absolutely impossible to see from the outside what kind of dirty business was going on inside.

Coincidentally, those poster-like oil paintings on the wall don't need you to rack your brains to ponder. There are all kinds of garbage cans on both sides, full of wolves swallowing fresh meat, scattered debris falling under the feet, all of them are strangely shaped cardboard boxes, and film-like things, fortunately there are few people on the road, and there are no children, so those things will not be used to play like toys.

There is almost no smell except the stench, and the noodle restaurant, the meat bun, and the baked cake shop are cleverly mixed between those oil paintings, and the smell of being wrapped together with the stench is even more disgusting.

Two workers dressed in greasy clothing, as if draped in an oilcloth soaked in an oil pan for an unknown number of years, reluctantly dragged a piece of equipment next to a well—a long water pipe, with a black manhole cover lying restlessly on the side. Retreat in and pull it out, push it in without any suspense, pull out the substance with a black film wrapped, like a goat eating the feces pulled out of the plastic film.

"Enough is enough! Enough is enough! Damn it! It's going to be blocked every day, it's these things every time—"

Qin Lu turned her head, the tightly covered glass door, the photo of a foreign beauty, I don't know what the name is, she never looks at the photo of a beauty or any adult or human comics. A plump body, an irresistible face, and perfect boobs.

Pitiful, ruthlessly neatly cut open from the middle, as if she had split her legs beautifully, the gap was savagely extended where it should be, and between the legs was a round head with long purple-red hair, which was as round as a basketball, her facial features were drawn with a paintbrush, her eyebrows were light and her nose was large, and her mouth occupied half of her face exaggeratedly, and there was no chin. There is nothing but a bulging piece of fat, and if you are not careful, you think you are watching the 3D version of "Monster Hunt", isn't this the big-mouthed monster chasing Huba?

That's a special practitioner, that's a masseur of the soul, well, I can't describe it anymore.

It's an old street that makes the soul tremble, and if it's not appropriate, it's a fucking evil yin and path that can devour demons. It's cool!

It's the opposite of a real face.,I can't stop looking at the face on the painting.,Just take a look at this vicious face and stop it.。

"You're an ugly piece of shit!"

The four eyes are facing each other, one pair of hot and one pair of resentment. The basketball head popped out of the crack in the door, like a newborn child being savagely squeezed out of his birth canal, followed by a hippopotamus-like body, a pair of black mesh bucket stockings wrapped in two clumps of greasy fat, plus a lump of wrapped in a black skirt, and the fat overflowed from the holes of the socks, as if wearing armor with ball bumps, and living off a fat hippopotamus.

The ruined skirt was only different in color from the skirt worn by the ballet performer, but when she wore it, the white swan turned into a black hippopotamus.

The beauty shown on the stage derives desire and gives people enjoyment, and she shows fat, which derives vomiting and tortures people.

She had a cigarette in her right hand, like a lump of meat on a pig's neck, it was difficult to tell how many fingers she had, her arms were short and thick, her belly was large and prominent, and her face was the most recognizable to his gender, and her neck was omitted and pressed directly on her ribcage, and there were no grooves but two crowded masses of fat, which were squeezed by her stomach as if two sacs were attached to his chest.

If he wears white clothes and is a little cuter, the blind guest may mistake him for a cute and cute Dabai, reminiscing about the good of Dabai in the movie, and maybe be able to sleep next to her peacefully, provided that his bed has so much space and is firm enough. The sound that doesn't shake is shaken by the whole old street.

She leaned against the door frame and took a puff on her cigarette, afraid that the narrow strip of aluminum alloy was not so strong. With the other hand, she followed Sister Wu's example to fork her waist, and she felt that Sister Wu was so spirited and stylish that all of them were at her mercy, obediently offering 20% of the hard-earned water they earned by selling their flesh and skin. Her short, thick arms resembled the nose of a colossus, or a round sand monster, groping around his limp body for a long time.

There it is!

As if she had forgotten it in the house, she simply put her hand on the naan on his left side.

This position is very appropriate, she completely holds it, and the imitation of the vague porcelain figurines of the Tang Dynasty, like a god.

"You're that piece of shit, aren't you?"

She rolled her eyes indifferently, her white eyeballs were the size of a ping-pong ball, and it was easy for Qin Lu to think of the "Demon Eye" by rolling them all the time.

"New here?"

"Are you old?"

"Solo?"

"Do you prefer double flying or group fighting?"

"Huh!"

She grinned with her teeth bared, and her mouth was full of small black teeth brushed together, like spoiled and rancid broken corn.

Vomit......!

Qin Lu almost threw up, and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand. This action seemed to infuriate her.

Leng Buding slapped her, Qin Lu was quick to fight, and grabbed her wrist, soft, like a fresh octopus leg.

As usual, if you dare to sneak up on her, you will definitely be thrown out, with a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall, or a side fall, but today Qin Lu completely underestimated the other party's weight, and the difference was too great.

Twisted beautifully, put his arm on her shoulder, pulled her arm with all her strength, buttocks against her stomach, and her flushed face could see that she had worked very hard, but the pile of fat behind her was spread on the ground, no matter how she pulled and how she topped, there was no effect she wanted at all. On the contrary, she was hugged by her.

Her fat chin was stuck in her thin shoulders, like a hammer pressing hard, and she struggled to shake her shoulders to break free from her restraints, but her efforts were obviously in vain, and she seemed to be a mass of non-Newtonian fluid that a powerful viscous bullet could not penetrate, gradually engulfing him.

She had trouble even gasping for air, and he had even regretted using his close-fitting attacks, stabbing him in the eye from a distance, slicing her throat, kicking her crotch, and smashing the filthy barren land with his thin heels. Now what?

She is so upright, and there are times when she is carried away by love. The only document was hidden in her backpack, and she was kicked far under the curb as she struggled.

It was Jiajia's brand-name bag that she brought back from a foreign country, and he carried him out to show off for the first time today, and it was also the first time she carried a lady's shoulder bag in her life. It is obviously tragic to end in such a way, I'm sorry for the logo on the satchel, and I'm even more sorry for Jiajia's heart.

The hippopotamus giggled, her breath scowling with the stench of cigarette stains and teeth that were disgusting than the bones of rotting animals.

Smash it, with the back of her desperate head, but the hippopotamus is not so easy to bully, and every time it can accurately dodge the broken hair that flutters like wings on the back of her head.

She was sweating profusely, and those rotten teeth were still intact on the bones in her jaw, which must have been black and foul-smelling.

Toe! Step on her toes, her toes must be as fragile as turnips, and the awl-like heels step on it, piercing a few holes in the surface of her feet, hoping that she can still be so majestic and dead, it's best that you don't let go, and hold on until you mash all your toes.