In the face of the oncoming fatal blow, Pell, whose whole body was bound, was already helpless, and could only close his eyes and resign himself to fate, waiting for death to strike him.

However, the feeling of death, except for a cold wind blowing in the face, did not seem to feel anything else, no pain, no itching, and no breathlessness.

Pell timidly opened one of his eyes, vaguely seeing the slippery snake tail, blood swaying in the air. The head of the snake, which was originally hideous and terrifying, was desperately struggling and rolling on the ground full of internal organs, and it seemed to be very painful.

It's Franky Mill! It was Frank Mire, at the last moment, who made a decisive move, and used the sharp blade of "Gustav's Heart" to cut off the hideous snake head on the slippery long tail, which was considered to be in danger, allowing Pell to pick up a life.

"Looks like we're even!" Frankie Mill swore by it.

"Thank you! This time, it's really a loss to you. Pell tugged at his hands-bound colon, desperately trying to break free.

There was no time left for Frankimir and Pell to gossip, and the ever-spreading entrails had left them to take care of themselves.

After the "wurmmon's" attack failed, the speed of the proliferation of the internal organs all over the ground seemed to become more rapid. In the blink of an eye, those disgusting internal organs spread from their waists to their chests, and at this rate, it didn't take long to completely engulf them.

Although Frankimir and Pell were sparing no effort to remove the disgusting entrails, his movements were fast, but not as fast as the proliferation of the entrails, and they had done their best, but they still felt alone, and in the face of the waves of the entrails, their lonely boat seemed so insignificant.

Until the sea of internal organs flooded their chests, and their movements quickly became very sluggish under the pressure of suffocation. This fueled even more of these disgusting visceral offensives, which have since made no waves, Frankimir and Pell. They were both submerged in a sea of internal organs.

Frankie Mill struggled desperately in his viscera that smelled of foul and blood, and the only thing he could do was give up his life, and die anyway, maybe other than that. No other way.

Under the squeeze of countless internal organs, there was not a trace of air around Franky Mir. The feeling of suffocation soon made Frankimir feel exhausted, his whole body was weak, his eyes were in a trance, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, and finally everything around him disappeared completely.

Frankimir didn't feel anything, he didn't feel anything, it was as if he was dead, was death like that?

I don't know how long it has been. Franky Mill gradually woke up from his coma. Slowly opening his tired eyes, there was still a bloody stench in his nose. Frankimir looked around sleepily and found himself lying on a large and magnificent bed, and the whole room was even more gorgeous.

Frankimir tried to get up from the bed, only to find that his hands and feet were all tightly bound by silver shackles, so that he could not move his body at all.

Frankimir looked closely at the large bed on which he was lying. The bed is covered with velvet mattresses, and the bed frame is made of polished brass, and the overall structure is quite similar to the "Byron tyre" in the sewer bar, in the style of the Victorian era in England.

Win weak candlelight. Frankimir seemed to be able to faintly see a charming tall woman sitting at a dresser not far from him. Since he had just woken up from a coma, Frankimir's consciousness was still relatively blurry, his eyes felt flickering, and the lights in the room were not bright. For what was in front of him, Frank Mire didn't see it very clearly at this time.

Still, he could see that the woman seemed to be holding a brass syringe and injecting something into her tongue. Although such a scene may seem vague, this rare and strange sight is enough to make anyone remember it.

Perhaps sensing Frank Mir's movement on the bed, the woman sitting at the dresser put down the brass syringe in her hand and slowly walked towards Frank Mir.

The woman is getting closer and closer, and the perfect figure makes people's blood boil. As time passed, Frank Miri's vision gradually became clearer, he finally saw the woman in front of him clearly, he had seen this woman, and not long ago, this woman left a deep impression, she was an out-and-out beauty embryo, anyone who saw her could remember him firmly that she was the Mai from Scandinavia that Pell kept mentioning not long ago.

At this time, Ma Yi was only wearing a thin blue gauze skirt, and the beautiful ** under the gauze skirt was clearly visible. Seeing this scene in front of him, Frankimir finally understood why Pell was so infatuated with this woman, she did have the capital to make any man swoon.

"You've finally woken up, welcome to the Twin Cities, dear Mr. Brynn, I've admired the Great Name for a long time!" The woman said in a loud voice, and her deep olive eyes emitted a strange light.

The woman in front of him is full of allure that men can't resist, but Frank Mire, who is hearsay, has no good impression of this woman named Mai, in short, everything he hears, every word about this woman, doesn't seem to be a good thing, so from the beginning, Frank Jimmy was quite disgusted by the woman in front of him.

"What kind of place is this? Let me go, why am I here, what do you want to do, and your concubine? Frankimir said as he tried to break free from the shackles that bound him.

"This is my dormitory, you are safe now, no one has come back to disturb us. It's just that you think that this night is dark and windy, and we have lonely men and widows, what else can we do? I advise you not to waste your efforts, these shackles are specially made for you, it is better to save this little effort, and it is better to spend the long night on it! I don't have any concubines, you're talking about that little one, right? Feel relieved! I am reluctant to watch you die, how can I be willing to watch him die. Mai said as he began to run his hands on Frankimir.

Frank Mir's lustful heart can almost be said to have been world-famous. But as long as it's a man, they almost all have the same common problem. The more flowery intestines that are turned around skirts all day long, the more they look down on those water-based poplar women. Women who take the initiative to give their arms in everything, no matter how good they look, they always disdain. And those women who ignore them, or even avoid them, can turn them into boars in heat, racking their brains to take it for themselves, and sometimes even to the point of being lustful.

Men are so shameless, they don't go back to cherish what they have at their fingertips, and they always remember what they can't reach.

It's like women like Yulia and Yiru, they never gave Frankimir any chance, which made Frankimir want to possess them even more, maybe Frankimir didn't have any special feelings for them, just wanted to have what he couldn't get.

This was true before Frankmir got Larissa, but after Frankimir got Larissa, everything changed.

For many men who are hypocritical, in the face of women's active embrace, it often arouses their extreme disgust, perhaps because it is too easy to get, this effortless feeling makes men uninterested, and naturally they can't raise any interest, plus those women, if the reputation is not very good, it will only make them feel disgusted.

Although the extremely seductive Mai can be regarded as the best in the world, Frankimir himself is also a womanizer who does not refuse, but at this moment, the fear of this woman far exceeds his instinct, so when facing the amorous Mai, Frankimir can be said to be unable to arouse any interest at all.

At the same time, Frankie Mill has little interest in water-based poplar women. , I prefer girls who are more responsible. Maybe he didn't want to have a woman forever, but he knew that he didn't want to share a woman with other men.

Of course, in this place and in this situation, Frankimir is not a fool, in the hands of others, if he does not want to ask for hardship, he can only listen to others.

On weekdays, he always likes to bully girls, and he also enjoys the satisfaction he can get when a woman is bullied by him. But now he has a feeling of being bullied, and this feeling is really uncomfortable at all.

Frankimir didn't dare to provoke Mai, so he had to pretend and say: "I don't have any weapons on me, and I don't have any place to hide them, you don't need to lock me up, I don't have any danger to you." ”

"Really? But you are a weapon in your own right, and is there a more incredible weapon than you? Ma Yi smiled faintly, his arms still roaming over Frankimir's body.

"Don't you think it's better for us to get to know each other by untying me?"

"Hahaha, it seems that what they said is right, you are really a guy who can ignore anything when you see a woman." Ma Yi laughed heartily.

"No one can refuse a woman like you, am I wrong?" Frank Mill realized that he seemed to be able to climb the pole and then looked for a suitable opportunity to escape.

"That's right, we were a natural pair, and there is no better fit than us." Ma Yi said as he reached out to untie the gauze skirt on his body.

At this time, Frank Mir's gaze once again fell on Mai's beautiful ketone body. This time he was scared into a cold sweat, and he saw the familiar mark, the trace that he could not forget, a deep "T*G", which was imprinted on Mai's shoulder. (To be continued.) )