Sand sculpture apprentice dressed as black heart lotus

Xu Muyan suspected that this was just a nightmare, but it felt so real.

How much he wished that when he closed his eyes and opened them, nothing happened.

He is still the future big attack.

After completing the task, you can go home and eat a bowl of mutton steamed buns.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the eyes were closed, a stern voice came from next to the ear: "Who allowed you to close your eyes?"

It made Xu Muyan tremble all over, and subconsciously opened his eyes, but then he thought again.

If you fail to attack by force, you will be roughed up, why don't you be tougher?

Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to be soft and waxy like an idiot, and cry like a fucking mentally retarded?

Besides, the hero does not ask the source.

The experience of the little widow in the past was so unbearable to look back on, but now she is so successful that she even put the little apprentice under her seat to sleep?

It's better to die than to live. An ant can steal his life, let alone he is a human being.

He wants to go home, he must go home.

His poor old mother had been treated badly all her life, and left him with a worthless son.

If he can't get out of here alive, no one will provide for his mother's pension in the future.

The stepfather's family will eat the old mother alive.

Xu Muyan decided not to die again.

Gritting his teeth, he secretly scolded the little widow for her moral depravity, thinking that in the future he would have to tie the little widow to a stool and drag her into the yard to spend days and nights in a rut.

Yu Lisheng seemed to have noticed something, raised his head, and asked him expressionlessly: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm not as skilled as others, I fell into your hands today, treat me tomorrow... Fuck, Fuck, ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

Xu Muyan didn't even have time to finish his sentence, his waist tightened, and he was lifted up.

When he came back to his senses again, he was already kneeling on the ice bed. Behind him, Yu Lisheng was pressing on him step by step, grabbing his slender and well-proportioned waist with both hands and exerting force, leaving bruised finger marks.

"Well, I'll fuck you, little widow!"

Xu Muyan's hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't hold on at all. His face was pressed against the ice bed. The corners of his mouth were numb from the ice, and he couldn't scold others easily, "I... I will definitely... I will rough you to death, ah!"

"How dare you speak so shamelessly! Are you really not afraid of death?!"

Yu Lisheng sneered, suddenly thought of something, frowned and said, "Why don't you struggle anymore?"

Xu Muyan: "..."

Damn it, my hands are weak, why are you struggling?