acT112: Red Mom Jiao Ziqian only noticed the main position at the end of the two long tables at this time, because the chains were fixed too low, his vision has been blocked, and now he is just giving a zebra print massage, so he struggled to straighten his waist and look over.

Unexpectedly, he moved too much, and the zebra stripes were on his shoulders with both legs, and he slammed into his feet and almost flipped the zebra stripes to the ground.

This time he stabbed the big basket, zebra stripes showed his thighs with a smile a moment ago, and his face changed instantly in the next second, and he got up and kicked on Jiao Ziqian's face, kicking him on his back and facing the sky.

"Damn!" Jiao Ziqian became angry, turned over and was about to her, but the bald head behind him rushed up and pushed him to the ground, and he screamed.

Zebra Stripe looks good when he laughs, and he instantly changes into a person when he gets angry, and he raises his hand to slap him, which is powerful and heavy, and comes with five scratches.

"Your mother..."Jiao Ziqian struggled, Song Jiu's advice had already flown out of the clouds, and his limbs were braked, so he had to fire in the air, and a string of dirty words greeted the eighteenth generation of zebra pattern ancestors in minutes.

Zebra Stripe twisted his face and picked up the meat cutting knife from the table, squatted in front of Jiao Ziqian and ordered, "Pull his tongue out." The bald party was ordered, one pried open Jiao Ziqian's mouth, and the other reached out to pull his tongue, but how could the tongue be so easy to grasp, slippery and slippery, Jiao Ziqian's head shook suddenly, closed his mouth with the strength of milk, and bit the fingers that probed into his mouth to grab the tongue, and let out a roar that was almost beastly in his throat, and pulled it violently, chewing off the two fingers of the bald head alive, and opened his mouth and spit out zebra stripes and a bloody face.

The severed finger was so bald that he screamed with a headache, and was taken down by a few companions, and the rest of the people saw that he dared to spit on the zebra stripes, and they were all anxious, jumped up and stepped on it, and the big feet fell like raindrops, and the body that had just been brushed off instantly stepped into a mud monkey.

Zebra wiped the blood on his face, his angry expression faded, and he smiled again: "It's very strong." ”

"Fuck you!" Jiao Ziqian squeezed out a few words between his teeth, gasped and looked up at her, and scolded: "A group of neurotics, there is a kind of dead father!" ”

"It's too wasteful to cut such a good strip." Zebra Stripe poked the blade into Jiao Ziqian's mouth to pry open the crack, squinted at it, and said, "You are mine." ”

"Phew!" Jiao Ziqian was not afraid of death, avoided the tip of the knife and opened his mouth to scold: "You are only a note, your whole family is a mouthpiece!" Zebra shook the tip of the knife in front of his eyes, and said seriously: "If you dare to scold me again, then I will not only cut your tongue, but also break your hands and feet." Be honest and protect your tongue, I'm going to use it. ”

"......" Jiao Ziqian braked suddenly, and a series of dirty words stopped at his lips, Song Jiu's advice was finally remembered by him, and his face was full of surprise: "Huh? Zebra stood up with a smirk, patted his body, threw away a wicked look, and sat back in his place.

The bald heads who were holding Jiao Ziqian didn't dare to let go of him again, just like this, people pressed on him, which was both funny and weird.

The vignette here didn't attract attention, and the eyes of the crowd were focused on the yellow-haired woman.

With the joy of victory on her face, the yellow-haired woman walked towards Wu Wentao and the others with her footsteps, and the women around her were shouting and shouting

"Foreigners and foreigners", the three ghost guys looked confused, their burly bodies were knotted, and their vigorous body hair exuded a strong male atmosphere.

The cave can arouse the animal nature in people's hearts, not to mention that the wildness in this cave is extremely strong, there is both blood and so many women, although they are in prison, but the ghosts are not afraid, vigilant and vigilant, but their expressions are as usual.

The women treated them like monkeys, and they didn't care, but from time to time they roared at the weird bald heads, proving to them with majestic power what the voice of a man was.

The yellow-haired woman 'giggled' and laughed, with an ugly scar on the left side of her face, and a cyan python coiled around her slender waist, lifelike, with a high snake head, and the snake letter just stopped at the woman**.

"Do you speak Chinese?" The yellow-haired woman asked, standing in front of the four of them. Wu Wentao and the others looked at each other and nodded hesitantly.

"That's you." The yellow-haired woman pointed at a ghost guy, who didn't know what to do, laughed, and kept '**' in her mouth.

The yellow-haired woman beckoned, and the bald party behind stepped forward to pull up the spikes, and handed the ghost guy's chain to the yellow-haired woman, who took the chain and showed off to both sides, and walked back to her seat with the strong ghost guy.

The ghost guy is very shrewd and very cooperative with the yellow-haired girl, the previous Chu Guangxu was impulsive and was almost killed on the spot, he was confident that he could easily strangle the yellow-haired girl, but now is obviously not the best time to do it.

After a while, three more skinheads came on the field, saluted the women on both sides, and the bald heads of the barbecue whistled, and the three of them pounced on each other again, starting the most primitive life-and-death struggle.

Jiao Ziqian was pressed to the ground, looking at the scene in front of him with his neck bent, and glanced at Wu Wentao, and each other's faces were not very good-looking.

Obviously, the fight between the bald heads represents the women's choice first, and they just

"Item", the winner can pick one, as for what to pick for...... It's not clear. The atmosphere in the cave was still warm, shouting, scolding, laughing mingled together, accompanied by the smell of barbecue meat echoing in the cave, no one to explain all this, no one to pay attention to the few people who had been reduced to prisoners.

The big peony led Song Jiu to the slightly dim main seat, bowed his head and whispered a few words to a person sitting in the middle, who turned his head to look at Song Jiu, and his drooping eyelids suddenly opened.

Song Jiu let out a long sigh, met the man's gaze, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said, "Red Mom, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Xiao Jiujiu..."The person known as 'Red Mother' muttered a sentence in a hoarse voice, stood up with the shoulders of the woman next to him, squinted at Song Jiu for a moment, and suddenly burst into a string of rough laughter.

The noisy cave instantly fell silent, the noisy sound seemed to be silenced, and the three bald heads who were fighting in the field stopped moving, knelt on the ground in awe, and lowered their bald heads towards the main seat.

Jiao Ziqian, Wu Wentao and the others looked at it together, the light was dim, and they couldn't tell the difference. The crowd was quiet for a while, and a woman close to the main seat said coquettishly: "What's the happy event for Red Mom?" So happy? ”

"Yes, yes."

"Mama Hong, tell us about it."

"......" The women asked, all curious. Someone in the main seat commanded, and a few bald heads went over to add torches, and the orange light shone for a while, illuminating the table at the end, and also illuminating the true face of the red mother.

This is a woman over fifty years old, of low stature, fat, with red hair like blood, just a thin layer attached to her scalp; The face is square, the skin is rough, a pair of triangular eyes that are shining with fine light, the arch of the eyebrows has no eyebrows, a deep mark on the bridge of the nose, and the lips are red and bright; She has no tattoos on her face, no tattoos on her body, she is wearing a snow-white mink, the sagging ** is drooping, the fat of the white flowers around her waist is loosely stacked, and a hideous scar extends from the left chest to the waist, and the stitches are raised; She wore a stone mirror around her neck, huge earrings hanging from her earlobes, and a shining ring on her ten stubby fingers, long nails and bright red corn.

Jiao Ziqian and Wu Wentao shuddered together, this Nima ...... Mommy San?

"Go on." The woman who was called 'Red Mom' by everyone raised her hand, signaled what everyone should do, thought about it, and said, "Leave one for Doudou." The women were in a commotion, and a young girl at the throne turned pale and waved her hand.

"Thank you Hongma yet!" A woman coaxed.

"No, no, no, no, let's give it to everyone." The young girl seemed a little nervous, glanced at the red mother on the side, and stammered, "I'm new, it's not suitable." Song Jiu looked past the red mother, her eyes narrowed, this girl did not have tattoos, and unlike other women who only regarded animal skins as shawls, she held the animal skins tightly and wrapped her petite body firmly, as if she was afraid of being seen.

"If you give it to you, you will take it, we can't ask for it, stupid Nizi." The women laughed again, and they all coaxed the girl to pick a foreigner.

"It's rare to have a foreigner, the instrument is a good job, and you won't lose if you pick it!" The yellow-haired woman who had won a ghost guy before laughed.

"That's it, you're welcome to give you a toy." Another woman also helped: "I'm tired of changing with my sister, sister, I haven't played with foreigners yet." ”

The "......" crowd boiled again, and the three bald heads in the field fought together again, screaming and shouting.

The woman next to the girl put her arm around her shoulders and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, you will get used to it slowly, here we women have the final say, don't treat them as human beings." ”

"I, I, I ......" The young girl was about to cry, and looked at Hong's mother for help, but the latter was still staring at Song Jiu and ignored the young girl.

"Doudou, pick any one, we'll wait for the rest." A woman urged.

"That's it, don't make Mama Hong's angry." The other chimed in. The young girl called Doudou had no choice, she looked left and right nervously, her eyes swept over Wu Wentao and a few people, and stopped on the face of Jiao Ziqian who was pressed to the ground

The word "choose me" is engraved in my head. Doudou was also panicked, and his brain was confused, pointing at Jiao Ziqian, and said, "Then I want him." ”

"No way!" Without waiting for the women to cheer, Zebra Stripe stood up and said, "He's mine." ”

"......" Doudou's face turned pale, he thought that no one wanted that earth mouse, but he never thought that he was a master, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your ......" At this time, Hongma, who had been maintaining a sculptural posture, slowly turned around, put on a stone mirror and looked over, and said: "Take it to Doudou's room." ”

"Red Mom!" Zebra Stripe was anxious, and said coquettishly: "I took a fancy to this first." However, Hong Ma had no interest in continuing to talk about this matter, waved her hand, pressed Jiao Ziqian's bald head and hurriedly lifted him to the main seat, and respectfully handed the chain into the hands of the trembling girl.

"You guys, I'm resting." Hongma touched Doudou's long hair, her voice was dry, and said, "Good boy, it's yours." Doudou looked at the zebra pattern and then at the red mother, her face was full of anxiety but she didn't know what to do, and she saw Song Jiu looking at her playfully, and she was even more puzzled, and before she could say anything, the red mother had already left the seat on crutches and walked into the cave behind with the support of the bald head.

The other bald head tugged at the chain and motioned for Song Jiu to follow, Song Jiu turned around and squeezed his eyes with Doudou, his eyes swept over Jiao Ziqian, and nodded slightly.

The cave resumed boiling, Zebra Stripe angrily kicked over the food and drink on the table, left the cave angrily, and plucked his eyes at Jiao Ziqian before leaving, the latter looked fleshy and oily, and compared a 'V' finger in front of his mouth, stretched out the tip of his tongue and trembled.

The cave corridor was not long, and after a few turns, he came to a hole with a thick animal skin curtain, and the bald head lifted the curtain to let Hongma in, handed over the chain to Hongma, and retreated to the entrance of the cave.

Song Jiu followed in, looked around, and couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly. This cave is much smaller, the rock walls have been artificially repaired, smooth and flat, hung with all kinds of warm blankets, the hole is covered with holes, there are small round tables, several cabinets, cushions outside, and many animal bones and rusty cold weapons are hung on the wall.

Overall nothing remarkable, not luxurious, very ordinary. Song Jiu was dragged into the cave inside, and it was a little smaller, not much different from the outside, only a bed that occupied most of the area, covered with a thick velvet blanket, a huge bedside table next to the bed, with all kinds of knives and jewelry on the counter, and a smooth young man lying on the stall, with chains around his neck, and the other end fixed to the rock wall, covered with bruises.

She was startled when she saw Hong's mother come in, and she even rolled and shrank to the side, her face full of horror. Hongma sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her feet, and the young man hurriedly dragged out a wooden basin from under the cabinet, opened the drawer and took out a round bag, opened it and the milky fragrance overflowed, poured it all into the basin, held it to Hongma's feet, and carefully helped her scrub it.

Song Jiu stood aside, looked at this scene coldly, and said with a smile: "I can enjoy it very well." ”

"Miss Red Mom?" Red Mom thumped her back, untied her mink and threw it on the bed, her bright red lips bloomed into a bewitching smile.

"What do you say?" Song Jiu looked at the big Roshan opposite and sneered.

"After running for a few years, I'm back." Hongma took out a cigarette gun from the cabinet and put it in her mouth, and hooked her finger towards Song Jiu: "Come here." ”

"Nope." Song Jiu shook his head. The young man who washed his feet trembled and looked back at him in horror.

Song Jiu ignored him, stared at the long scar on Hong's chest, with a playful expression, and asked, "How did you survive?" Hong's mother looked at him for a long time, coughed twice, laughed, lit a cigarette pouch with a lighter, rubbed the scar with her thick fingers, and her voice was hoarse: "Mengfan, this kid is soft-hearted." The corners of Song Jiu's eyes twitched a few times, and he shook his head and sighed: "I should do it myself." ”

"You took her, but you didn't bring her back." Hongma's tone did not have a trace of emotion, and the triangular eyes behind the lenses stared at Song Jiu, and asked, "You killed her after all." ”

"She's not dead, she's fine." Song Jiu shrugged his shoulders and repeated, "It's a good time." ”

"Where is she?" Mama Hong's eyes were burning and her eyes narrowed.

"It's none of your business." Song Jiu sneered.

"Unrelated?" Hong's mother moved her body, adjusted her comfortable sitting position, tapped her fingertips on the tabletop, and said word by word: "She has my blood flowing in her body, she is my child, and she will always be." ”...