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Chapter 15: On the palm of Yan's hand, Buddha spots a mole

"You're so numb, you're looking for a slap, right?"

Seeing that I not only refused to roll away, but also stood down, Huang Mao exploded on the spot. He jumped up and ran towards me, and slapped me when he came up.

Xiaomei shouted weakly, "Xiaobing, don't..."

I raised my hand, grabbed Huang Mao's face, and pressed his head against the wall.

Huang Mao hit the back of his head hard, making a muffled sound.

"I'm trying to mess you up, let go, let go! I'll kill you..."

Huang Mao was still dissatisfied, and while shouting, he pulled out a knife from his waist and stabbed me randomly without thinking.

I raised my hand to grab the knife, slapped Huang Mao with my backhand, and made Huang Mao spin around half a circle. I was a little confused.

"Your father was dug out on the other side, your mother was crying there, and you are still fishing for horses here. You are so filial, why don't you go and take a look!"

I blew at Huang Mao.

Huang Mao was stunned, then he ran out.

This change was obviously beyond Xiaomei's expectation, so much so that her pitiful expression became stiff for a few seconds.

I walked into the room, closed the door with my backhand, sat beside the bed, looked at Xiaomei who was huddled in the corner, and said: "The most basic rule of Yanxing is, don't build a nameless bridge. You don't even know who I am, so you dare to do whatever you want." Are you using me to build a bridge? Has no one taught you that you deserve to be beaten to death if you use a beam as a bridge?"

"Brother, I don't understand what you are saying."

Xiaomei spoke with a tearful voice, her eyes filled with tears, she was so pitiful, and the charm she exuded could make the eunuch rejuvenate.

This is not something that can be learned, but a talent brought in the womb, a job rewarded by God.

A person like her who can act and sing must be a first-class star. As a mistress, she can definitely kill her original wife.

Elizabeth Taylor, the famous Hollywood beauty, was naturally charming, and her every move was full of charm. Even though her appearance has faded as she aged, she could still charm countless men with her charming charm.

With such a talent, he became a boss and deceived the stupid son of a rich man in a village in the city. He was either just starting out and sharpening his skills, or he was a serial killer with a big plan behind him.

I could use this woman.

I originally planned to deal with her after taking care of the matters in the yard opposite.

But since it’s delivered to your door, let’s test its quality first.

Accept it when it suits you, just like the fat man Liu Aijun you met on the train.

Sister Miao said that all the people in the world, to heretics like us, are just concubines and slaves. If they are needed, they should be taken away. That is to give them face.

As for the involvement behind her, if you accept it, you will naturally cut off all of it.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

I raised my hand and rubbed my fingers in the air, pulled out a lit cigarette out of thin air, threw it into my mouth, stopped talking, and just looked at Xiaomei quietly.

Xiaomei folded her arms and huddled close to the wall, showing her helplessness and fear.

She could hold on like this for about ten minutes, then she couldn't hold on any longer.

It is true that Qianmen Yanxing is based on color, but it needs interaction to add color to the color.

In fact, many top-notch swallows do not have outstanding colors, but they can charm countless seasoned flowers and women because of the amorous feelings in the interaction.

If you can't interact, you can't take advantage of your charming charm. If you rely only on your face and figure, you'll be lacking a lot.

This silent confrontation has the advantage for me.

Xiaomei obviously realized this, so she made the decision to take the initiative.

She gently moved forward two steps, swaying her waist slightly, showing her charm.

But the next step, she froze on the spot.

Because when she opened her mouth, she couldn't make even a single sound.

She looked at me, her eyes full of fear, but with a different kind of weak and seductive flavor.

I said: "The purpose of making you mute is not to make you mute, but to prevent you from shouting too loudly and attracting the neighbors upstairs and downstairs. You are very itchy now!"

As soon as the word "itch" was spoken, Xiaomei's expression changed.

She twisted her body uneasily, trying to restrain herself at first, but soon she reached out and scratched under her clothes regardless.

The grip was so hard that the sound of nails scraping against skin could be heard through the clothes.

Even so, it still couldn't relieve the itch on her body.

Soon she was so itchy that she couldn't stand, and fell to the ground. She rubbed and scratched desperately, and her clothes couldn't be worn anymore. She tore them apart and threw them to the ground one by one, until she became completely naked.

The white and tender skin was covered with blood from fingernails, and many places were broken and bleeding.

Her face was flushed, tears were streaming down her face, her mouth was wide open, but she couldn't even hum.

I looked at her coldly, feeling completely unmoved.

Skills like thunder.

If you use it, it will either blow up others or yourself.

If she uses me to build a bridge, she will have to endure the backlash from me.

The whole process took less than five minutes before Xiaomei completely collapsed.

She twisted her white and tender body as soft as a snake on the ground, crawled to my feet with difficulty, and kowtowed repeatedly.

I lowered my gaze to the position three inches below her waist. In the middle of her waist, there was a small red mole, which stood out among the white and plump skin.

This is called a nevus.

When you get started, the master will point it at you, and you can touch it with your backhand.

If you are a palm swallow and engage in seduction, you will inevitably have to use your body to seduce people sooner or later.

Once you step through this barrier, there is no turning back. You can only go to the dark side on the road of seduction.

This mole is a reminder.

If your body is not broken, as long as the mole is there, there is still a chance to look back.

I put my hand on the back of Xiaomei's neck, caressing it along the smooth and smooth back, and finally pressed it on the mole, and gently said, "I'll give you a chance to look back. Come to me after you think about it." "

The tense and twisting body suddenly stopped.

There was light yellow liquid gurgling out between the legs.

Although the itching stopped, the body suddenly relaxed after being overstimulated, leading to incontinence.

She curled up into a ball and cried silently.

"You can talk within five miles of Dahe Village. Remember to pay the rent."

I put aside these words, got up and left the room. After going out, I thoughtfully helped her close the door to prevent her love from leaking out.

The more swallows you are, the more you pay attention to the secrets of your body.

If you take it off as soon as you come up, it's not called a swallow, it's called a chicken.

By the time Bao Yuqin came to the door to ask me to have dinner, the door to the next door was wide open and had been tidied up.

Seeing me looking inside, Bao Yuqin said: "I just paid the rent and left. She said that my sister from the factory introduced me to a job that provided food and accommodation."

Bao Yuqin's voice was hoarse, her eyes were severely red and swollen, and she would twitch from time to time while speaking.

I cried a lot just now, and I probably won’t be able to recover until tomorrow.

However, she didn’t say anything about the circumstances under which the man’s body was found, so I didn’t ask.

Dinner is still sumptuous, including fried bacon, small fried fish, soup, cold bamboo shoots, crab soup, and warm braised dishes.

Bao Yuqin still stood by and watched me eat, but this time she didn't say anything.

It wasn't until I was full and drunk that she asked, "Will that guy come to my house again tonight?"

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