Zimo felt a pair of suckling pigeons hugging his curly clothes and bouncing on his chest.

The feeling was incomparably wonderful, and there was an indescribable comfort, like a halva, a halva with a cannonball instantly hit his body, almost couldn't hold back the slipping under his feet, and his hand holding the sail rope was almost loose.

Zimo's nosebleed flowed down, and the fear of almost falling down suddenly shook, making Zimo's brain immediately sober up, gritting his teeth and lip hard.

Tilting his head and taking a deep breath, he calmed down, and when he looked down at the route, two rounds of white and greasy crispy breasts like squeezed and deformed meatloaf actually took up half of his sight.

I didn't see it out of the corner of my eye, Zimo rushed to the top of his head, and the arm holding Nephrite Rouxiang's body suddenly became fierce.

Zimo felt that he was using all his ruthlessness on his arm, and the huge violence hugged the soft body very strongly, as if he wanted to soften the gentle and soft jade body into his body.

After the nameless true qi was released for a moment, he hugged the red moon and began to move down.

Zimo felt a little uneasy about his sudden violence just now, and secretly looked at the red moon in his arms from the corner of his eye, lest he hurt the red moon with his primitive power just now, and hugged the red moon.

Zimo looked at the afterglow, the red moon in his arms was like a little quail, his apple face was red, his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes were black and silky, and he had a childish and childish face, hooking Zimo's own primitive soul power, and he couldn't wait to take a bite of it.

When descending to more than 20 meters, Zimo encountered a sliding rope tied diagonally to the main mast, which was used to facilitate the maintenance of the crew, so that they could quickly and urgently lift and lower.

Zimo pulled the slip rope in his left hand, hugged Hongyue's thin waist with his right hand, and slid down with a smack and landed on the deck.

Zimo whispered softly to Hongyue, who was still hugging his neck, in his arms, "It's here, it's on the deck." ”

Only then did Hongyue raise her delicate and red face, and saw that Zimo's nosebleeds were flowing to her chin, and her face was even redder and whispered;

Before Zimo's nosebleed was wiped off, He Xiaoliang and Leng Xiyan Ma Cheng ran over: "It's okay!"

"Hey, Zimo, your hand didn't hurt, why did your nose bleed?"

"yes, I didn't see Zimo's nose touching anything."

Zimo disapplauded and said: "Look at my brother, my hand is okay, my nose is bleeding? It's dizzy, I don't believe any of you can go up and sway, sway." ”

The three brothers looked at the usually noisy Red Moon, at this time with their backs to the deck, facing the river, without saying a word, they suddenly thought that Zimo was holding the Red Moon down, this skin blind date, nosebleeds .......

The three brothers have triggered endless imagination, and they usually can't beat a single fart Leng Xiyan: "Why don't I go up and try, but there is still a person who is hugged by me, Lao Ma, why don't you go up first, I will go up and carry you down, and I will also have a nosebleed and clear the fire."

If you want to be separated by a few people, the big-eyed red moon slapped it with one palm, and it is estimated that Leng Xiyan will be crippled if he does not die, but today, the red moon with his back to a few people did not hear anything, and still turned his head to look around at the scenery.

Zimo saw Uncle Fengyin at this time, and also looked at himself, and saw his uncle's Zimo as if he had found a savior, and shouted loudly: "Uncle, you also go up to the deck to breathe" As he spoke, Zimo passed through Ma Chengsan's encirclement and trotted towards Uncle Fengyin.

Leng Xiyan turned around and looked, the master, and immediately walked over quickly, Xiaoliang and Ma Cheng, at a glance, Zimo couldn't tease Zimo, of course he didn't dare to tease his aunt, Zimo This guy is too cunning, but in the face of his uncle, the brothers have to be reserved, and they slowly follow forward.

Feng Yin has actually been paying attention to Zimo, lest Zimo accidentally fall over, in case, Zimo is unstable, and he can rescue him in time.

Feng Yin paid close attention to Zimo's actions below, concerned about Zimo's safety, Zimo's agility and Feng Yin's accident, this Zimo hadn't seen him for a few days, why was his body speed so fast, and he flew up a sail more than forty meters high between breaths, and this progress was too fast.

In the battlefield of suppressing bandits, he was busy killing the enemy, and he faintly looked at Zimo, only to see that Zimo's swordsmanship was sharp, and he was already a beautiful person among his companions, but he didn't expect Zimo's body style to be so fast.

In fact, Zimo's mystery can already enter a state of invisibility, but Zimo didn't show it, Zimo is a person who doesn't like to express himself, and he has more connotation.

Feng Yin was surprised by Zimo's progress, but he was a little cold to this restless red moon.

Now I really doubt that this girl is deliberately seduced Zimo, this Zimo is really, and there is a Zizi, now it is good, and I don't know where the crazy woman is when I make friends, this bandit girl climbed so high, and Zimo was rescued by it.

With this little girl's skills, it is no problem to destroy this big merchant ship, but she is afraid of heights?

Moreover, just now, the girl hooked Zimo's neck, clamped Zimo between her legs, and her body was still moving, like a monkey on a tree, is this still a girl?

Zimo ran to Feng Yin's side, and Feng Yin said, "Won't you be flexible, the next sail is so laborious"

Zimo is embarrassed, it is true that he has worked so it, but his heart is also beating.

Zimo said in his heart, "Do you jump down directly?" and jump down with strength, won't you fall to death?"

Leng Xiyan and Ma Cheng Xiaoliang also came around.

Zimo asked puzzledly: "This, on it, I ......"

Of course, Leng Xiyan was also puzzled, and the puzzled Ti Zimo asked, "It's much more difficult to go straight down than straight up, how can this be flexible?"

Feng Yin said: "The upper is borrowing force, and the lower is scattering force"

Zimo really only scratched his head: "Downward is the acceleration of gravity, how can people scatter force in the air"

Feng Yin smiled: "You put the sail as a plane, a plane like you, and relieve the falling force to the sail, isn't it?"

After Zimo listened, he understood whether he understood or not, and recalled that the sail and himself were on the same plane at that time, but the force of the fall was also vertical, how to resolve the force of the fall.

Zimo kept imagining the feeling of swaying and falling when he was on the sail, and only by holding on to the rope could he and the red moon not fall.

How to dissolve, how to dissolve? gravity!

Zimo slowly stepped aside like a nerd and fell into deep thought.

Feng Yin, as soon as he saw Zimo's appearance, he understood that Zimo was thinking back to the situation just now, and was thinking about how to resolve the power of falling.

"This idiot!" Feng Yin saw that Zimo suddenly began to think, and was pleased with Zimo's diligence, and also dissipated the greasy me and I made Feng Yin uncomfortable on the high sail just now.

"This guy is not a nerd, uncle, he has a nosebleed!" He Xiaoliang had an expression that I wanted to tell the truth, not to betray Zimo, not his own urine.

Feng Yin was born as a scout, and he didn't dare to say that he was invincible when he observed it slightly, at least on this merchant ship, he was still invincible.

Feng Yin looked at He Xiaoliang, looking at the stunned Zimo, with an expression that I didn't see and I didn't believe.

Falling into the well is now every brother's biggest hobby, Ma Cheng and Leng Xiyan stood on both sides of Uncle Feng Yin, and immediately showed an expression that we don't know Look at He Xiaoliang and Uncle He.

He Xiaoliang was sensitive, these two guys teamed up to pit themselves, and immediately changed their smiling faces, grinned and hugged Uncle Fengyin's arm and said: "Uncle, I love to hear you tell battle stories the most, just right, you are telling me, learn more, maybe you can use it in the future." ”

Feng Yin also sincerely educates future generations, because the cruelty on the battlefield is not something that can be said clearly, it is really a small experience, which can save a person's life at a critical time, so he took Leng Xiyan and Ma Cheng He Xiaoliang to walk on the deck of the ship, move their muscles and bones, and tell them some basic battlefield knowledge.

Leng Xiyan, Ma Cheng, He Xiaoliang, have never been on a real battlefield, and of course they have never heard real stories on the battlefield.

I used to hear stories about the battlefield, which were far different from what Feng Yin told, and it wasn't as real as Feng Yin's story, real and real.

The three teenagers were very interested in the situation on the real battlefield, and they listened to it with great interest.

Feng Yin also did not reserve his words, adding his own battlefield survival experience to them one by one in stories and examples, and he was sure that they would go to the battlefield in the future, and with more experience from their predecessors, perhaps they would have more hope for survival.

The red moon held the side of the boat, so that the hot and red face was wantonly blown by the cool river breeze.

Listening to Zimo luring a few guys away, he hurriedly found an opportunity to stay in the cabin, returned to his room, and didn't take off his shy shoes, so he went to bed and covered himself tightly with a quilt.

Lying on the bed, Hongyue's round and moist dimples buried in the quilt and her deep face were even more red.

When I thought of Zimo hugging his back tightly, he and Zimo's body were tightly attached, Zimo's strong, warm and broad chest, Hongyue's little heart was beating wildly,

Thinking of the fluttering of his little white pigeon, Hongyue was drunk again in the bed, this kind of not drinking, but more drunk than drinking pure wine.

Oh my God, how can people still have this feeling of being more intoxicating than happiness, joy, comfort, it's so nice to be a girl, hehe.

Sixteen years old, the happiest sixteen years old for girls, it turns out that many of the girls in the story are true and happy.

Cluck.......

There were still a lot of people on the deck, and Feng Yin gave Leng Xiyan, Ma Cheng, and He Xiaoliang for almost an hour.

The river wind is strong, and the mouth is a little dry, these little guys only know that they are fascinated by listening, and no one thinks about giving themselves water.

In the past, Zimo was more intimate, and the tea was attentive all the time.

His mouth was dry, and Feng Yin was ready to go back to the dining cabin and get some tea to moisten his throat.

When I was about to enter the warehouse, I suddenly remembered Zimo, so I looked around, no one?

Glancing around the deck, I haven't seen Zimo yet, where did this Zimo go?