Wang Fugui's Counterattack

67.

Yan Qiuchi stood there and looked at me from a distance. We were separated by the crowd, and he suddenly smiled at me, smiling happily, as if he had cast aside all his burdens.

I saw him take out a small saber from his pocket, cut his own throat, and blood flowed all over the floor.

I felt the silence around me, as if my heart had stopped suddenly, and the whole world was spinning. When I woke up, I had already thrown myself in front of him. Tears flowed down my face silently. I touched his face and said: "Damn it, why didn't you tell me how it ended?"

His throat was slit and he couldn't speak, he could only hiss and gasp. When the play ended, the criminal policeman stomped over, squatted in front of me, and said, "Okay, okay, don't say goodbye, take him out, The play is over."

I wiped away my tears and helped Yan Qiuchi up, "Oh."

The criminal policeman squinted his eyes and looked at me, and said, "You look familiar, have I seen you somewhere?"

I shook my head, "Dude, your way of striking up a conversation is too old-fashioned."

The wound on Yan Qiuchi's body healed slowly. He stood in front of me and said indifferently to the criminal policeman, "You've got the wrong person."

The criminal policeman poked his head and stared at me for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh, I remember, I met you when I was still playing tricks. You are the boyfriend of the murderer who died of illness!"

"Murderer? I don't remember a scene where I was with a murderer?" I recalled it for a long time but couldn't think of it.

The policeman said: "I remember you, I saw your photo in his mobile phone!"

The detective looked at Yan Qiuchi again, and then fell silent strangely.

The atmosphere was inexplicably weird, and I whispered, "What's wrong? Why didn't you guys talk anymore."

The criminal policeman pursed his lips and said, "It's nothing. My wife is waiting for me to go back to cook. I'll go first, 886."

He glanced at me again with a sympathetic look, and quickly ran away on the little electric donkey.

I looked at Yan Qiuchi and said, "This man is so strange."

Yan Qiuchi: "Well, I think so too."

68.

The ninth universe is the Begonia universe.

I finally came to this place that made me dream.

The Begonia universe is full of patches of heather flowers, and there is an obscene smell everywhere, Yan Qiuchi frowned, and put on a mask silently.

I was a little excited, and with trembling little hands, I clicked on the task page. Seeing a few large characters on the page, my heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

I looked at Yan Qiuchi anxiously, and he was also looking at me with an ugly face. It seemed that his mission was not very good, so I hesitated, walked over and asked him: "What is your mission?"

He frowned and gave me a look.

[Task: Have sex with three people of different identities. 】

I:"……"

I took another look at my assignment.

[Task: Have sex with three people of different identities. 】

Is this task wholesale?

Why is the mission of Haitang World so unscrupulous?Have sex with the same person three times. Is the relationship not working?Have to have sex with three different people?

I rang customer service.

[Your task is very unscrupulous, I want to report you. 】

[My dear, I can't report it, our universe is not under the jurisdiction of the demolition. 】

【You guys are blatantly pornographic! 】

[Kiss, everyone is an adult, what's the matter with some pornography, if a person is not lecherous, is he still a person? 】

I was speechless, I thought what he said was quite reasonable, and I didn't know how to refute it for a moment.

It's just that these words sound familiar, as if I've heard them somewhere.

Yan Qiuchi was silent for a while, and said, "It's fine to have different identities, right?"

I:"?"

The system replies: "Hi dear, some readers have requested to see the master and servant, teachers and students, and the workplace."

I couldn't help but say: "You have a strong taste, don't you?"

System: "Oh, it's gone. There are still readers who want to see tentacles, binding, ejaculation, urine, meat. toilet. The system considers your tolerance, so there is no arrangement."

I:"……"

As a system, is it really appropriate for you to say such obscene and violent words while being cute?

Yan Qiuchi blinked, took my hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, and said in a low voice, "Master."

I:"?"

It sounds exciting, a master-servant game, I like it.

I sat on the expensive leather sofa, crossed my legs, looked at Yan Qiuchi who was wearing a deacon uniform, licked my lips, and said, "Will you agree to whatever I ask you to do?"

Yan Qiuchi lowered his eyes: "Yes, Master."

"Then you dance a little swan."

Yan Qiuchi looked at me with a stiff expression, "Yes, master."

Yan Qiuchi jumped up clumsily, staring at me, with a look of lovelessness on his face, I couldn't breathe from laughing while recording the video, I'm such a clever little ghost, with this video in hand, I want to squeeze it out in the future . Dry Yan Qiuchi, Yan Qiuchi did not dare to resist.

I said leisurely again: "Okay, don't dance, you dance too ugly."

Yan Qiuchi's expression was distorted, as if he wanted to beat me up, I was a little scared, and said, "You can't hit me, this is required by the system."

Yan Qiuchi said sullenly, "Yes, Master."

I suddenly thought of a question, why didn't I directly ask Yan Qiuchi and me to have something indescribable?What kind of little swans are you dancing, what kind of master-servant game are you playing, play with me!

I squinted my eyes and smiled maliciously.

Yan Qiuchi frowned, took two steps back, and I said softly, "Come, come here."

Yan Qiuchi hesitated for a while, but still came over.

I rubbed that indescribable place, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at me in astonishment, I opened my legs, imitated the show in the movie, bit my lips: "What kind of master-servant game are you playing? , play with me!"

The system's prompt sounded in a disturbing manner: "Forbid ooc! Forbid ooc!"

I coughed in embarrassment, adjusted my clothes, and said, "I order you to, uh, uh, take off my pants."

Yan Qiuchi looked at me with dark eyes. He took a step forward and pressed me on the sofa. I pouted my buttocks at him.

He used the Swiss Army knife he carried with him to cut open my suit pants from the back. I froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered that these pants cost me 28888 yuan. It's nothing, but I feel sorry for Yan Qiuchi's poorness!

This much money is enough for Yan Qiuchi to work for 50 years!

I clutched my chest, forget it, as long as my daughter-in-law is happy.

He stroked my two lumps of flesh, his voice was hoarse and low, "How much are these pants?"

I:"……"

You cut it all, is it too late to ask this now!

"28 and free shipping overnight."

He nodded and said, "Bing Xixi is fine, the fabric is good."

My heart is bleeding, my 28 pants have been cut by you, is it to listen to you talk about this?

I'm going to Weibo to submit an article, and the title is #818我的老gong# who took off his pants and chatted.