"Yes." As soon as he thought of a chance to live, the old man forced himself to breathe out the words clearly.

The twisted nose was constantly inhaling out, and although there was very little air coming in, he didn't want to let go of any glimmer of hope.

Therefore, when the old man spoke, there was a faint breath, with a kind of strength in it, revealing a kind of desire.

Although the force is so small that it is negligible, the stretched neck and the eyes that are about to fall out help him make a silent commentary, explaining the nature of life for profit before the dying struggle.

Everyone present was watching everything with bated breath -

Some pursed their lips, their fingers slightly hooked inward, and their eyes wanted to slowly sweep to both sides, but each time the eyeballs moved less than a millimeter, and returned to their original position.

Others simply looked like wooden people, looking in the direction of the old man with stunned eyes, but the rest of the eyes were watching the change in the warden's demeanor.

Others are like bullseyes that are about to be shot at any time, sitting straight and straight, like a zombie.

In fact, they all wanted to know the changes in every movement of the squad warden's limbs at this moment, but they were also afraid that they would annoy the squad warden because of gossip and carelessness.

After all, it's more important to save your life than to watch the excitement. Some of them are so timid that they don't even dare to look at them directly, and their heads are directly on their knees and they hang down to the ground, covering their ears and stealing bells in front of the invisible people.

When the head of the squad heard this, his hand slowly loosened, and the old man closed his eyes and gasped a few times.

Looking at his reluctant and relieved appearance, he really looked like a dead mouse that everyone shouted and beat, just stole a can of oil, and was beaten half to death with a broom, but he was lucky to touch a mouse hole, barely got out, and successfully escaped.

As soon as he thought of this, the squad warden's brows suddenly tightened, his disdainful gaze began to converge, and the factor of anger began to glow in his body.

With a "snap", he couldn't hide his ears and cut off the old man's wick at the speed of thunder, and his soul was completely dispersed.

Looking at the result of the soul drifting away, a shallow smile appeared on the face of the squad warden, and although his cheeks were a little bulging, he was still squeezed out of the two small nests.

Curled up in a small mass of flesh, the unfathomable meaning contains surprise, anger and hope for the future.

"Those who have wronged me and looked down on me have finally waited for the day when they will be punished

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As soon as he thought of this, a pink light flashed in his dark eyes, and a small peach blossom shimmered gently in it, as if he regarded his eyes as the land that nourished him.

Okay, the first one who wants revenge and gratitude, hurry up and get ready, the squad warden is coming.

He lifted his legs full of strength, and with a gorgeous spin, he used the power given by the peach blossom wings to fly into the distance, leaving only shock and fear behind the people around him.

"Dong Dong Dong" broke the dream of the former warden, at that time, he was sleeping on the table, some sticky saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, forming a small watermark on the paper, and the handwriting changed from the original clear and clear to the current blurry and hazy.

"Who!" There was anger burning in his impatient tone, and some hoarse voices had a hint of not waking up.

The former warden slowly propped his head with his hands, then touched the somewhat smooth head in the middle, skillfully took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer, and lit it with a lighter—

Squinting, pursing his lips, and taking a deep breath, the smoke swirls in small circles in midair.

The brain began to enter the state of spring repetition slightly, but the body was still a little heavy, but the eyes were locked on the door,

"I'm going to see which little bunny has ruined my good dreams, and see if I don't kill him!"

As soon as he thought of this, he was angry, and just now he dreamed that he had conquered a country and become the supreme king, and that there were beautiful women embracing him.

Glass after glass of wine is hot in the mouth, and the mellow aroma in the mouth is as smooth as chocolate, as profound as aged vinegar, and as strong as 40 degree liquor.

All in all, it's hard to put into words, but there's a wonderful feeling that you can't get enough of.

Especially after three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, there are beauties serving in the boudoir, which is really blissful in the world.

Although the former warden was flushed from drinking in his dreams, he was particularly conscious in a certain area. The excitement comes with a sense of excitement that always pushes him to do something that makes him feel happy.

He staggered to his room, which was filled with a quiet lantern, and in the lamp was burned an exotic flower and leaf with a delicate scent, and the slight wind blew through it, and the refreshing smell filled the air.

The light in the room was a little dim, but some pink tulle was gently fluttering with the wind at the moment of opening the door, and the changing waist continued to rub against the warden's body, and a sultry interest quietly breeded.

Through the faint tulle, through the shallow light, under the drunken haze, the former warden looked at a graceful woman sitting on the bed not far away.

She has a slender and slender figure, and a somewhat loose white dress gives her a refreshing, sweet temperament.

Occasionally raising his wrist, he gently covered his face with a fan, and through some wide cuffs, he could see the looming underwear.

A smile appeared on the face of the former warden, thick eyebrows opened to the sides in a figure of eight, and his hands began to slowly lift the veil that obstructed his vision,

"Beauty, I'm here." He brushed the few remaining hairs on his head, subconsciously touched his brother to see if he was ready, and then dragged his staggering body forward.

The woman didn't speak, but moved the fan that covered her face slightly, and although she could only see half of her face, it was definitely surmised that it was a complete beauty embryo. ——

The thin eyebrows are as dark as smoke, and the high bridge of the nose can be seen even in the dim light. Looking down further, the lips with a bright luster like red wine are like a small cherry with a lot of water, which makes people feel the urge to finish it in one bite.

When the former warden came to the bedside and tried to open the beauty's fan with his hand, he felt that time had been frozen at that moment—

Because his hand touches the skin of the beauty, the delicate and smooth texture is as smooth as fine silk, and the inner satisfaction will continue to rub with his fingers, producing a desire for a thousand miles.

In order to better liberate his nature and return to desire, he bent down slightly and wrapped his hands around her slender waist, hugged him in his arms, and fell on the bed.

When I hugged her, I was not impatient and rude, and I was gentle and delicate slowly. Because in the eyes of the warden, the woman in front of her is definitely a rare treasure, if you don't treat it well and do it correctly, it will be a tyrannical thing!