The small building is still last night's small building, and the wine and women in it are still last night's wine and women.

What about Mao Heng? Is he still the same as last night?

He looked at them like he was looking at pieces of dead meat, moldy, smelly dead flesh in a garbage pit.

Disgusting and disgusting, he could no longer find pleasure, sweetness, or even a trace of pleasure or pleasure in them.

This is his problem, and perhaps most of the prostitutes in the world have this problem.

This is probably the problem of most bitches in the world.

Jin Yubo endured it with great difficulty, not daring to move, breathe, moan, or even think.

Because with a little more force, his wound seemed to be excited, excited, and happy, and the blood flowed more fiercely and violently, and then his life would end.

He could only fall on the soft grass like dead flesh, looking up at the sky like dead flesh.

The sky is dead black, lonely, empty, crazy, desperate.

There was a cloud floating in the sky, and he couldn't tell whether it was white or black, or maybe it was yellow or red.

Floated over, as if laughing, mysterious, eerie, eerie laughter, and then floated away again.

He didn't know why he was laughing? Is it a final farewell to a generation of heroes?

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't dare to ask.

Hua Butterfly put Long Zhentian's bones in front of Mei Hong and said, "Your husband is dead." ”

She nodded, her eyes still wrapped around the look of struggle, pain, and satisfaction that she had been struggling with lust last night.

She just waved her hand and said, "Whatever you want." ”

It was as if she had treated his man and his lifelong partner as a stool that he had lent out and returned, a broom that swept the floor.

Hua Butterfly's heart is aching faintly, he is not only heartache for Long Zhentian, but also for the man who has such a wife in the world.

He looked at her as if he were looking at a female dog, a monster that was not even as good as a female dog.

He no longer looked at this monster, this debauched, lewd monster, freak.

The bones lay on the bed.

The bones were cold, the quilt was hot, warm and comfortable like a lover's chest, and there was a disgusting, disgusting smell of fish.

Flower Butterfly couldn't take it anymore and he slapped her in the face.

She fell, as if she didn't feel pain, but rather a little lust.

She ripped off her clothes, revealing her white chest and slender waist, and then she writhed slowly, gasping and said, "Are you a man?" ”

Flower Butterfly is not, no one in his life has ever said that he is a man.

Some people say that he is a beast, a villain, a thief of flowers, and a god of flowers, .......

But no matter what it is, it is a human emotion, that is, a human touch.

He realized that she was no longer human, not at all.

Her chest was full and firm, her waist was soft and slender, and her eyes were hungry and hazy、......, God had created this monster as if to bring humiliation and unbelief to mankind.

Flower Butterfly suddenly had a wave of anger rushing from his back to his brain, and he suddenly wanted to kill her, piece by piece.

She said, "You can't do it anymore? ”

The flower butterfly is silent.

When he usually faced such a woman, not only did he not mind, but he would not be polite, and then he suddenly felt that he really couldn't do it, and he didn't want to, let alone want to.

Flower Butterfly said: "Your husband is dead? ”

Mei Hong said: "Yes. ”

Hua Butterfly said: "How did he treat you in front of him?" ”

Mei Hong said: "This is what he should do, a man should be good to his wife like this, or he should be struck by lightning." ”

Hua Butterfly's heart was bitter, so bitter that his soul trembled and twitched, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"What about the woman? How do you treat your husband? Hua Butterfly didn't ask her, she was asking herself.

In fact, men and women are equal, and when they live, they should make each other happy and happy.

Life is short, because of the fight for the day, there is no time to make the other party painful and sad.

The other party is in pain and sorrow, and will never bring joy and happiness to himself.