cannibal chief to fast

Little Furong wiped away her tears and sniffled, "Then...then brother, let me help you with the medicine."

It is a must-have intimate baby for home travel.

The patriarch thought, the injury was on his back, and he couldn't paint it himself, so he agreed, "Okay."

The patriarch lay prone on the soft bed, his chin resting on his folded hands, and his whole body was in a straight line.

Butterfly bone, loin, hip, thigh, knee, calf, ankle...

This man's body, whether it's radians or lines, is in a continuous undulating state, attractive and powerful.

Gee.

Little Furong sat kneeling beside him, like a Buddhist monk, without distracting thoughts.

It's not that he is so pure-hearted, but that at this moment he can only see his brother's scar, a heart that is so painful that it is about to burst, so what else can he care about?

Little Furong poured the medicated oil for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on her hands, and spread it evenly in a circular motion so that the oil could be warmed by rubbing.

When the warm palm touched the man's skin, the patriarch trembled involuntarily.

Here it is again, that evil fire always comes out at an inopportune time, and then waits for an opportunity to start a prairie fire in my heart.

The brain also started to trouble, and all kinds of thoughts unsuitable for children rushed to emerge.

harm.

"What's wrong?" Caring little Furong asked online.

The patriarch didn't have the nerve to tell the truth, so he said perfunctorily: "It hurts."

Little Furong believed it was true: "Ah...then I'll try to be as gentle as possible."

He slowly rubbed the wound on the patriarch's back, with even force and proper handling, rubbing away the bruise one by one.

Its technique is comparable to that of a master-level massage.

How can this be healing? This is simply killing chickens, right?

Patriarch: (//▽//) Enjoy, enjoy it so much.

The warm palm touched the man's smooth back, the touch was delicate, and they both felt crisp.

Desire to *immortal desire* to die.So fucking comfortable.The patriarch was fast asleep.

Little Furong's hands are like the softest velvet in the world, gently caressing and kneading, but like feathers that tantalize people's hearts, they move frequently at the critical point of the patriarch.

Even rubbing a bruise, the patriarch's thinking will gradually become distorted, and a drunk villain is trying to walk a straight line on the edge of his sanity.

Dirty.He was completely dirty, dirtier than the septic tank in the community.

forced.Forced by Little Furong, the man was forced to jump into the river to kill himself.

The patriarch's throat tightened, so he said impatiently: "Didn't you just finish your meal? Half the cow was swallowed, and you're still not full? Why don't you have any strength? Is this tickling? Little Girls playing house? I said, can you work harder?"

Lianzhu cannon method.The tsundere patriarch committed suicide online.

Little Furong was so choked that she looked ashamed: "Didn't you say you were afraid of pain..."

The patriarch snorted: "I'm not afraid of pain!"

Hey, pretend it's real.

Little Furong pursed her lips, started to move her knuckles, and made a "clack" sound, "Since you have said so..."

The patriarch rolled his eyes vigorously: <(｀^′)> Afraid of pain?Thought I was a three year old kid.

Ah.I am a tough guy of steel.Invulnerable, never afraid of pain.

So Little Furong obediently increased her strength as required.

After dozens of seconds.

"Ugh... ah, ah———————————!" The old man groaned in succession, and the dirge played, and even broke the sound violently.

There were screams in the house one after another, and the neighbor next door thought that someone was killing a pig and almost called the police.

This is the fate of Li Flag, tragic and tragic, asking for trouble.

Little Furong asked, "Brother, are you afraid of pain?"

The patriarch stopped immediately.

Dignity, dignity is priceless, men need dignity.

Face, face is face, a man's face is thin.

"Are you joking about the century, I'm afraid of pain?" The patriarch said stubbornly, "There is nothing in this world that I am afraid of!"

Endured to death, endured until the sockets trembled, endured until the face turned blue.The strength of the cannibal leader interprets what it means to sacrifice face and suffer.

Patriarch: ╥﹏╥I can do it.

Little Furong patted him on the back and comforted him softly: "Brother, it's okay, just make a sound if you feel pain. These bruises need to be rubbed with a little effort, and they will be very painful. If you can't help it, just yell out." , I will definitely not laugh at you."

The patriarch took a deep breath and said calmly, "It doesn't hurt."

Real men are not afraid of pain.Real men have nothing to fear.

He said that this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing, wipe away the tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams.

But it really hurts.

The pain was so great that the patriarch buried his head in the pillow, gritted his teeth, and even sweated.

Patriarch OS: π__π I don't want to lose face!

"Oh brother, it's not shameful to be afraid of pain," Little Furong comforted him with a smile, "I'm also afraid, I'm afraid of pain, I'm most afraid of pain."

The patriarch was taken aback.

Ah, it turns out that Little Furong is most afraid of pain.

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Author: The patriarch is attacking, the patriarch is really attacking! (guilty