The shoehorn glanced at my crotch with a gloomy look, and then let out a sneer, and said to the few people who beat me: "Grass ***! It took us a long time to beat him hard! Pretty cool, right? Take off his pants for me and shoot until I shoot! ”

I said fuck you, I tried to run as soon as I got up, but I was caught again, and I was beaten and kicked even harder than before, and I felt like someone was untying my belt. [No pop-ups. 】

I immediately put down the arm that was protecting my head and face, and grabbed my belt tightly, if someone ripped off my pants, how would I see people in the future?

Because of the strength of the milk, they couldn't untie it alone, so they came to pull my belt, and when I saw the shoehorn's face also stretched out his hand, I directly lowered my head and bit his arm.

, the rabbit is anxious and bites, not to mention me, a hateful bachelor.

The shoehorn screamed at the bite of my face, crying out for them to pull me away.

The more he did this, the more I didn't let go, and I simply stopped grabbing my belt, grabbed his arm, pulled him closer, and bit harder.

The five or six men he had brought with him refused to let go when they saw that I was alive or dead, so they all pulled me back; I was afraid that I would be pulled away by them, so I pulled the shoehorn face harder; The shoehorn face was bitten by me with a large piece of flesh, and I didn't dare to break free, so I dragged it and walked forward.

When they beat me before, there were many onlookers, but now when the shoehorn face calls, it attracts more people.

I was dragged by five or six people, and my body was lifted off the ground in the air, but my hands were holding the shoehorn's face, and with his scream, I felt my upper and lower teeth almost touch together, and I guessed that it was probably a piece of his flesh that had been bitten off.

It's the middle of September, and the shoehorn face is wearing only a riotous casual shirt in order to be handsome, and I bite it, and a large amount of blood leaks out of the sleeve.

In the midst of his pig-killing screams, I opened my mouth unexpectedly, shifted positions on his arm, and bit down desperately again.

Seeing this, the mustache who came with him cried out in confusion: "I grass! Why is this still a change of place? ”

The shoehorn's facial features were distorted, and he broke out in a cold sweat, and cried hoarsely: "I'm grass your mother!" And cool talk! Pull it! Pull him away for me! ”

While they were talking, I felt the contact between my upper and lower teeth again, so I tilted my head and changed places.

"Oh, I'm ......," the shoehorn scolded and yelled at the people he brought again, "You! it! Can you pull him away for me? ”

A person seemed to be scolded in a hurry, and also yelled at him: "We are pulling back, you are going forward, and you can't pull it away when you reach grandma's house!" ”

The corners of the shoehorn's lips twitched violently, as if he realized the problem, but he couldn't find a solution, and he was still being led by me to stay in formation.

Probably because there was no trick, he lowered his head and discussed with me with tears in his eyes, saying that as long as I let go, the previous matter would be written off.

I said to myself, who the are you fooling? The previous thing was written off, and then it didn't kill me like that? So he suddenly let go, changed places, and bit down with his life.

The shoehorn's face seemed to be helpless on the surface, but in fact it was a hidden scheming, and seeing that I was about to bite his arm again, I also used my strength to feed, and pulled my arm back, and at the same time raised my other hand, and pressed it against my forehead.

At this moment, I was also crazy, and when I saw him withdraw his arm, I opened my mouth wide and raised my head up with all my might, trying to bite his other hand.

The shoehorn's face was shocked, and he hurriedly took his hand back, and scolded as he stepped back: "I'm grass your mother! Are you a dog wow? Beat! Beat me to death! ”

Several people threw me to the ground and continued to fight violently, but fortunately, when I bit people before, there was always a large mouthful of blood in my mouth, and at this moment, I simply turned my head and sprayed it on the ground, and then I pretended to convulse twice, closed my eyes and kicked my legs, and lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Seeing this, the five or six people hurriedly stopped, but the shoehorn face rushed over a little unwillingly, scolded and kicked me twice in the chest, and then left in a hurry with the people.

Although I was beaten badly, I felt that this time was not a loss, I knew the strength of the bite just now, and even if I could grow well, it would definitely leave obvious scars.

In the future, he tricked other girls into opening a room, and there were three tooth marks on his arms side by side, even if the girls didn't ask, he would definitely be disappointed when he saw it.

I slowly got up from the ground, ignored the prostitutes and school chickens, endured the pain all over my body, and walked quickly back to the rented hut.

The female ghost still hadn't woken up, but her complexion was much better, and a rare flush appeared on her cheeks.

With such a change, I forgot all the pain in an instant, threw two more viagra pills into my mouth, and continued to bask in the sun while lying on the bed.

I'm going to add more yang energy to her!

I was hard in bed for two days like a solar energy, eating six meals of oranges, and I was constantly thinking about how to get revenge on the shoehorn face.

The grudge between me and him, even if I want to let go, he can't give up.

What's more, as a man, wouldn't it seem too undignified if I didn't fight him to the end?

Dignity is not given by others, and you can only rely on yourself to fight for it.

It's just that I thought about it for two days in a row, and I couldn't think of any effective means of revenge, but every day at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, I could smell the aroma of stewed pork ribs wafting downstairs.

The aroma tormented me for two nights, because I ate oranges for a week, and my body was so deprived of oil and water that I really didn't die of hunger.

Then it was the dusk of a new day, and the strong aroma of pork ribs wafted downstairs again, and I cursed in my heart, saying that I would eat pork ribs for three days in a row? Still over? Iniquity!

So I couldn't bear the temptation of pork ribs anymore, picked up my mobile phone and called the restaurant downstairs, and ordered a braised pork ribs for 38 yuan.

As I waited for the food to be delivered, I felt more and more hungry, and after half an hour, I heard the door knock, I put on my shorts like a fly, and rushed to the door at the speed of the wind.

After paying for the ribs, I hurriedly closed the door, sat down at the coffee table in a hurry, and was about to kill the fragrant ribs, when I suddenly heard a faint but extremely pleasant voice beside me: "What are you eating?" It smells so good. ”

Hearing this voice, my heart trembled violently, and I turned my head with mixed feelings to look at the female ghost on the sofa.

I saw that she had opened her eyes, her eyes were clear and clear, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, staring at me quietly.

I was also staring at her, and it took a few seconds before I realized that someone was asking me, and I hurriedly replied, "Oh, braised pork ribs." ”

She tightened her nose and said, "It's so fragrant, give me something to eat, I'm dying of hunger." ”

I was stunned when I heard it, and my heart said that ghosts can also eat? Then he asked her suspiciously, "Are you sure you can eat it?" ”

She weakly asked me, "Why can't I eat it?" ”

I thought about it for a long time with a bitter face, and finally planned to tell her the truth, saying, "I'm really sorry, the ghost you saw that day was actually pretended by me, and scared you to death...... You've become a ghost now, and you can't seem to eat. ”

She winked at me in surprise, and after a long time, she nodded, a little unusually calm, and said, "Oh, it turns out that I have been scared to death by you and turned into a ghost, but who rules that ghosts can't eat?" ”

I was dumbfounded by her question, and said yes, and no one really told me if ghosts could eat.

She blinked her eyes again and said, "Bring the ribs, I'm almost faint from hunger." ”

I looked at the steaming ribs bitterly, and felt that I was really going to faint, so I quietly swallowed my saliva and brought the ribs to her, and saw that she didn't mean to do it herself, so I took a piece with chopsticks and fed it into her mouth.

She seemed to be very accustomed to being served like this, chewing slowly with graceful movements, and then pouting playfully, such a subtle expression, it was so beautiful that it was quite unreasonable, and it was inhumane, so that I fell directly into a trance.

Immediately after that, I realized that people's actions like this are not to seduce, but to spit out bones......

I hurriedly put my hand to her mouth and asked her to spit the bone into the palm of my hand, and then picked up another piece of rib and fed it to her mouth.

I fed her piece after piece, until she had eaten the whole ribs, and she yawned lazily and said, "It tastes good, and I need to sleep a little longer." ”

After saying that, she closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep in an instant.

I looked at her in confusion, and then at the gnawed bones in the plastic bag, and I always felt as if something was wrong.