Turanax? United Kingdom of Tulanx! If the two sisters are Monya, it shouldn't be difficult to go home, but Tulanx is a foreigner after all, even if Monya has a good relationship with Tulanx now, it won't be easy for the two sisters to go back.

It is true that Tang Fang feels sorry for them, and it is not false that he wants to do his part for these girls. However, in the final analysis, he is not a saint, finding Tang Lin's treatment is the most urgent task at present, and he really has no time or energy for escorting the two sisters home.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." Tang Fang sighed, gritted his teeth, left the sofa ruthlessly, and walked quickly upstairs. Aros followed with a blank face, and Grant hesitated for a while and chased after him.

Bai Hao couldn't bear to look at Yingluo, who was about to cry, and couldn't help but feel soft in his heart.

Going to ask for the boss? I'm a newcomer, will the old listen? What's more, the opponents of these people are government troops, and it is a burden to take them with them. Don't help? My heart is like pouring a bottle of vinegar, and I am extremely sad.

To ask or not to ask? What to do? What to do?

"Bai Hao, if you don't leave, we won't wait for you." Grant's voice came from the top of the staircase.

Bai Hao stuffed the money into the hands of the two sisters, Yingluo and Linglong: "I'm sorry, our boss can't help himself." After saying that, he stomped his feet and turned to leave.

Yingluo's tears overflowed from her eyes one by one, and Linglong next to her reached out to wipe away her tears, and said softly: "Yingluo doesn't cry, my sister will protect your ......"

……

In the eastern suburbs of Wendenbart, in a villa near the sea.

Bright sunlight shines through the screen windows and falls on the illuminated floors of the room, and a faint golden yellow lingers throughout the bedroom, giving it a lazy smell.

Pick up a page of a book, put a cup of tea, and have a beautiful woman to accompany you. Maybe it's going to be a very comforting scene.

However, there were no books, no tea, and there was a beauty, but she was riding on a man big enough to be her father, swaying her slender waist desperately. Let out a wave of ecstasy.

The whole room was filled with the smell of bath shampoos, body fluids, and sweat mixed together, perhaps...... And the thick tone of a man.

Hercules looked at the young beauty who was riding on his belly, looking shy, and occasionally singing a "moving melody" tactfully, and couldn't help but stretch out his fat palm and pinch the pair of snow white, which was not very plump, but as tall as a peach. provoked a look of disgust and resentment from the girl.

She stopped her waist movements, pouted and patted off the salty pig hand that caught her left milk: "Godfather, how is it?" ”

Hercules twisted his body vigorously: "Let me think again......"

"No, no." The woman twisted her body and got up to pull out.

"Haha, want to run? No way. Hercules thrust upwards and flipped her over on the bed, then unsqueezed her slender legs apart. Headless and brainless, he stepped forward.

"Giggle...... "Giggles" The woman was originally covering her mouth and laughing, and suddenly said "Oops". frowned and said, "Godfather, you hurt people." ”

"If it doesn't hurt, how can I hurt you." Hercules squeezed the fat on his face, supported his body with both hands, and sprinted hard one after another. This has to be seen from a distance, with his weight of more than 200 catties. If you really want to accidentally press down, even if the little beauty below is less than 100 pounds, even if she is not crushed to death, she will be suffocated to death by that big meat pad.

But the woman had no sense of crisis, and her hands symbolically slammed on Hercules' chest: "You are bad, you are too bad......"

"Do I feel like a good person?" Hercules smirked. Suddenly lowered his head, like a pig's arch cabbage, and his head was stuck in two moist snow-white, licking and biting, and pricking his beard.

The woman itched and laughed again and again, shaking her head and swaying, hooking the two feet of Hercules's fat buttocks and kicking desperately, while pushing his head away with her hands: "Bad guy ......"

Hercules lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Aren't you rare for a bad guy like me to you?" ”

"Hmph." The woman's apricot eyes widened, and her right hand touched downward: "Godfather, if you make it bad again, I will drive 'him' out." ”

"Don't call you godfather, call me brother."

The woman didn't speak, but glared at him angrily.

"Do you want to call or not?" Hercules thrust forward.

The woman only let out two muffled snorts that seemed to be enjoyable and uncomfortable, but she still didn't speak.

"Don't call? Would you like to participate in the charity fundraiser in three days? ”

"So you said yes?" The woman's eyes lit up.

Hercules shrugged: "Why didn't I say yes?" ”

As one of the "heads and faces" of Wendenbart, Hercules often receives invitations to charity fundraisers. He is naturally very happy to participate in activities like this that help to "wash white", show his face, increase his popularity, and expand his circle of relationships.

Who doesn't like this kind of activity like plucking a hair? Not only has benefits, but also can accept the gratitude of the poor, and can weaken the guilt in his heart, for people like him, there is no harm in all benefits.

"Bah." The woman hugged Hercules and kissed her vigorously. Charity fundraisers, in her opinion, are more like a gathering of celebrities. As a young actress, if you want to have a smooth ride on the star journey, your relationship, skills, and popularity are far more important than your acting skills.

It's best to get to know a few nobles, and it's not bad to be a rich business boss, of course, if she is as beautiful as her, it will definitely be a highlight of the sorority.

In the final analysis, charity fundraising is a game, a carnival belonging to celebrities, how can it be compared to this feast gathered by some rich people and nouveau riche.

"Good brother, dear brother...... The woman propped up her upper body with one hand, and held Hercules' wrinkled face with the other, her red lips attached, and she greedily sucked his saliva.

Hercules moved more cheerfully, like a male dog in heat.

"Roar, roar, roar......" The heavy gasp was mixed with a low roar.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... The woman's face was flushed, and she looked at the middle-aged man on her body with silky eyes, her smooth and flat lower abdomen trembled, and the moist sweat soaked the carefully trimmed "flowers".

Hercules couldn't help it, and let out a sound like a pig's howl, and a bull's low roar.

It's coming, it's coming, "Miranda, baby, heart, good daughter......"

"Godfather, come on, let them come in and fill your daughter's body with your children and grandchildren."

There is no doubt that Milanda is a and leprechaun, and her words are like a stimulant that pierces the man's waist and eyes.

The numbness spread rapidly from his lower body, and Hercules only felt an urge to not vomit or be unhappy in his lower abdomen, "roar ......" He roared excitedly: "Good daughter, take the nectar of your godfather." ”

But at the moment when Hercules was about to launch, the mutation trembled, and only a "bang" was heard, and Miranda's head, who was staring at him affectionately under her belly, was like a red and white watermelon, bursting open, and blood and flesh were splashed all over Hercules' body.

"Whoa." The bulletproof glass crumbled, and the debris was scattered to the ground.

Blood smeared on the bed, staining the milky white sheets a blood-red color. Hercules' face was covered in blood, and the thick smell of blood emanated from the headless corpse beneath his belly.

Hercules has seen the dead, and he has killed people, he has seen the bloody Shura field, and he has cut off the hands, feet, and limbs of enemies and even disobedient women. He knew that blood was red, fat was yellow, and internal organs were colorful, and he was a butcher himself, an executioner who specialized in killing.

However, at this moment, as sophisticated as him, he was also frightened by the bloody scene in front of him, a charming beauty, who was still delicate and graceful under her body one moment, and her beautiful face was exploded the next moment, becoming a bloodless headless corpse.

IF SUCH A SCENE HAPPENED TO ORDINARY PEOPLE, IT WOULD BE YANG WEI AT LEAST AND DEMENTIA AT WORST.

Hercules was stunned at the top, soft at the bottom, and all the nervous excitement quickly subsided. But he didn't have impotence, and he wasn't scared into being an idiot, he was thinking about one thing. What weapon can shatter bulletproof glass with a single shot? Who can sneak through the surrounding blockade and enter the villa without noticing?

Hercules pulled out the urine of incontinence from Miranda's increasingly cold corpse, and before he had time to disgust or clean it, he rolled over and got out of bed, hiding behind the bedside table and looking out.

There was no one on the balcony, no snipers could be seen in the distance, and Hercules was full of suspicion, where did the bullets come from? Where the hell is the enemy?

He wanted to move but didn't dare to move, so he could only shout out at the top of his voice: "David, David." ”

David was his personal bodyguard, a veteran special forces soldier with keen observation and high vigilance, and at a time like this, David should be rushing here.

However, despite his shouting and shouting, it was quiet outside, and there was no movement, only the faint sound of the sea breeze blowing across the ocean.

A cold sweat flowed from Hercules' forehead, and he looked at the female corpse on the bed, thinking that this was not the way to go, and was about to touch the pistol under the pillow under the cover of the bedside table.

"Squeak", there was a crisp sound of popping glass from the balcony.

"Who?" Hercules turned his head in an instant and looked out. No one, empty, not half a figure in sight.

What's going on? Hercules didn't believe in evil, and he didn't believe in ghosts, so he exhaled a cloudy breath and continued to reach for the pistol under his pillow.

However, at this moment, there was a slight sound of "bang", and the snow-white fluff spread like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and fell lightly in the bright red on the bed. If Miranda's head were still there, it might have been a poignant scene.

Of course, whether it was poignant or miserable and poignant, Hercules did not have the heart to appreciate it, and once again he turned his head and looked into a corner of the room, where the gunshots were coming from. (To be continued......)