"What do you want to do?" Zhao Jiayin faced this figure and stepped back step by step. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Don't come near me! ”

"Beauty, your value is really valuable." Bocha, who had just changed into the dress in the hall, drooled to the corners of his mouth, "You have done something that the armies in the north and south of the port city have not done, you know?" Apart from me, can there be any adult in the world who gives you such a high evaluation? Come on, don't resist, Minghua needs someone who can make a close evaluation of her beauty, my beauty, open your charming eyes and see clearly, I am the connoisseur......"

Bocha's three-inch tongue was still flying up and down between his fat lips, but Zhao Jiayin obviously didn't take these vulgar, unpopular compliments seriously. Now she was still stepping back into the corner, but she didn't dare to turn around and run with confidence—she was afraid that the mountain-like giant would pick her up from behind and throw her on the bed, so she would not have the slightest backhand.

"Oh, oh, don't run, my little sweetie!" Watching her panic and try to grab everything around her but miss again and again, Pocha only felt his blood surge, and an indescribable feeling went straight to his brain, making him unable to even speak clearly, "Arrived...... Come to me, my little sweetheart ......"

The room prepared by Bocha was not large, and Zhao Jiayin quickly hid in the corner, with no way out. Everything here is firmly anchored to where it belongs, on the floor, on the table, and on the bed. There was no way for Zhao Jiayin to use it as a protective weapon - even the richly decorated copper candlestick was a version that could not be taken from the reverse pinned to the table......

Zhao Jiayin had nowhere to escape here, and she could only launch the last sonic weapon when she retreated into a corner, shouting for help in various languages that only she could understand, or Bocha could also understand.

"After shouting, your voice will be even more beautiful, my dear beauty." Ignoring the high-decibel noise she made, Bocha directly picked up Zhao Jiayin in front of him and went straight to the bed. "Oh, don't scream. If you break your throat, you have to recuperate, and besides, this is a maze that people are proud of, and no one will help you here......"

After that, Bocha threw Zhao Jiayin on the mattress, and he fell beside her like a hungry tiger pounced, but pressed her abdomen with his fat arms, making her unable to move despite all her strength.

"Oops, this touch." Botsa rubbed his arm twice and began to comment triumphantly. "You can feel this way just through your stomach through your clothes, beauty, you really didn't make me regret and disappointed!"

Zhao Jiayin didn't take this compliment at all—or a compliment, and listened to even a word. She had a palpable rejection of every part of Pocha's body, not so much a psychological disorder as a complete physical rejection - especially when the hairy, greasy arm ran back and forth on her body, which made her tears almost burst out of her eyes.

"Really...... It's rare to find a gem in a few years. Bocha's eyes remained motionless as he stared at Zhao Jiayin, who was sobbing, and could see the face shrouded in her black hair. Undoubtedly, her reaction at this time was exactly what Bocha expected.

But this is only a short-lived illusion. Zhao Jiayin's sobbing had not stopped, but Pocha's side had begun to carry out a new wave of offensive - the new burqa that the dust girl had purchased for Zhao Jiayin was torn in half under Bocha's claws in a blink of an eye, and the fragile fabric was transferred from her body to Bocha's claws in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Jiayin suddenly only felt that her body was cold, and when she opened her eyes again, there was no trace of it on her body - those modern style underwear that she had worn on her body had already been consumed by interests, and the dust girl who saw the "clothes" and those outer clothes and pants snatched it together. The burqa had no "substantial" concealment other than that she was covered from head to toe, and all kinds of curves and bulges were revealed on the burqa......

She used to hate the black burqa made of linen, which made her look like a black flour pouch of the Goats. Although she is often criticized on the Internet by the same people, there is no doubt that their female fighters for women's rights have always been at odds with the caliphs and spiritual caliphs of the Yaksha Cult, and she was also a vanguard of "using the keyboard as a weapon to fight on the front line of the Internet", but now she has to wear this satirical burqa across a small half of the country.

can be ironic and ironic, Zhao Jiayin especially hopes that this burqa will return to her body immediately at this moment. Bocha, whose face was still shaking, had already pressed her thighs against her desperately clinging thighs with his lower body through a pair of shorts, and his elbows kept twisting and slippery spots all over her upper body while pushing against her arms to prevent her from resisting and moving.

"Great! Awesome! Bocha, who was intoxicated by the extremely delicate feel, did not notice Zhao Jiayin's dull eyes little by little, just because the white and smooth in front of him was indeed a beauty that he had never experienced before.

Poor nutrition and poor personal hygiene have resulted in dirty skin, enlarged pores, and uneven skin surfaces. Women of oriental descent have unique advantages in terms of delicate skin, and a reasonable diet is the icing on the cake - the piece of agar jade with beautiful curves in front of Bocha is undoubtedly the most beautiful thing he has seen in his life for more than 20 years.

The black hair and black eyes, which were once regarded as the embodiment of demons in the Elta Continent, did not surprise him much, but it was the white pink skin reflected under the black hair that made him smit. Everything was absolutely perfect...... Bocha bit his lip lightly, the only deficiency was that the beauty in front of him was a little resistant, but there was a little bit of incomprehension...... Could it be that this is still an untrained little girl?

Thinking of this, Pocha's expression became a little stern. I saw him forcefully stuff his left hand into the gap between Zhao Jiayin's legs - as the saying goes, the arm can't twist the thigh. But this fat pig lord Bocha's forearms are thicker than Zhao Jiayin's thighs, so why can't he say it?

How did poor Zhao Jiayin beat the Bocha who leaned down, but he couldn't stop him from breaking his legs stiffly...... It's just that this wave is a little greedy, just looking at it is not enough, and he wants to stretch out his hand to "move his index finger", and inadvertently relaxes his right hand, and as a result, Zhao Jiayin's left leg was suddenly liberated.

It's just a coincidence that this Zhao Jiayin had learned taekwondo that didn't look like taekwondo at all before he came to another world. At this time, she still cared about what kind of dignity and what kind of body, and her muscle memory made her left leg kick out like a praying mantis!

This hit anywhere, but it was an impartial kick on the door of the lord "Tourist" Bocha, who was staring at the special scenic spot with wide eyes and two doors in the sky.

Bocha was born with a big and three thick, Roshan appearance, but no matter how exaggerated he is, he is just a fat man with a little brute strength, and his face can't withstand such a kick from Zhao Jiayin. Suddenly, he only felt that his eyes were full of stars, and the woman who was lying upright had become a thousand, and when she stood up, she was unsteady and planted on the carpeted ground.

Zhao Jiayin, who was crying and unstable just now, was also dumbfounded and startled when she saw this situation, but she had to react faster than Bocha, and it took a few seconds to quickly turn over and get out of bed, pinch the burqa that could also be used as a coat, and want to escape from the door - while she still remembered the complicated intersection sequence of left, right, right, up and down, and AABB.

She slammed the iron-clad wooden door open with all her strength, but there was no freedom outside that she had hoped for—the damp hallway, the light several times darker than the interior, and the musty smell of the environment as when she first arrived...... Oh, and there are a few pro-soldiers who are on standby.

The somewhat slippery ground suddenly made Zhao Jiayin fall. Poorly dressed, she was half-covered and let her own soldiers catch her, and the handcuffs and shackles with animal skins on the inside immediately returned to her.

On the other side, Bocha, who was kicked out of bed, didn't take long to return to normal, but it was only a little slower than Zhao Jiayin. At this time, Bocha, who was still a little emotional, patted the carpet hair on his buttocks, and was about to go out the door to praise the vitality of this little wild cat who had just been admitted to the "palace" by him, but his mouth was ignorant of the times, and there was a sweet and disgusting sweet smell from somewhere.

"Are you alright, sir?" One of the soldiers immediately leaned down to greet him - it was a woman, too! Zhao Jiayin couldn't help but be soaked in fear and taken aback.

Pocha shook his hand, carefully searching for clues from his memory. What could this be? It's the smell of blood! Bocha subconsciously moved his tongue to where he licked the wound, and then remembered that he had broken his tooth from the stairs when he was a child, and the smell of it also scared him a lot.

It's okay not to lick it, but the tongue moved but it moved something that shouldn't be moved-it was a tooth that was kicked by Zhao Jiayin and was already as loose as a branch and leaf in late autumn, and at this time, it rolled down the tongue bone of Bocha's mouth and rolled to his palm.

"Bastard!" Pocha stomped his foot hard, "This bastard is dead!" Tell the manager at once, and ask him to bring me the best denture master in Hong Kong! Also, send this tough guy to Fultana to 'educate' well, and tomorrow I'll see her surrender to me! ”