Midnight, as promised.

It was like the moon with one eye in Li Nannan, hiding in the clouds, and he couldn't bear to see the charming woman below, struggling like a corpse.

Whenever I feel that there are small red ants that I can't see, and when they come out of the deepest part of my heart as the bell rings in the middle of the night, Hua Yeshen will take out a rubber ball in time and bite it in my mouth.

In this way, she will not accidentally bite off her tongue when she can't bear the pain.

At midnight, no one dares to come to the rooftop.

So except for the moon and stars, no one can see the usually sexy Flower Night God, who will make terrible movements like a corpse on the ground.

Cold sweat, from her 108,000 sweat pores, scrambling to drill outward.

She was gradually losing consciousness, and her perception of pain was not affected in the slightest.

Who ever said that pain becomes a pleasure when it becomes a daily necessity?

If you let the god of the flower know who said it, he will definitely find him and strangle him!

She lay flat on the platform at the foot of the table, and as she let out an extremely suppressed nasal voice of pain, she kept bouncing up and down, and the table was moved to the left by her touch, and the mobile phone on the edge of the table snapped down.

It happened to land on her left hand.

But the god of flowers and nights did not know.

At present, she is wholeheartedly "enjoying" the unbearable severe pain, and her hands are shaking violently.

When the little finger of the left hand inadvertently swiped across the screen of the mobile phone, the camera was turned on, and the video recording function was turned on very coincidentally.

Bang, bang!

The delicate back slammed down on the platform one by one.

The clothes, which had long been soaked with cold sweat, would make a slight popping sound with every fall on her back, like the sound of pounding clothes.

"Ahh

When hundreds of millions of little pink ants gathered in her Qi Sea Dantian and crawled all the way down to the lower limbs, Hua Yeshen, who couldn't scream, actually spit out the rubber ball in his mouth in pain, screaming out something.

She didn't know what she was screaming about.

Even, she didn't know that she had spit out the rubber balls.

It wasn't until the last little ant crawled out of her right toe that she let out a long breath.

Finally, I closed my eyes happily.

I don't know how long it took for her to slowly open her eyes and sit up slowly.

The well-fitting clothes on her body had long been torn apart by her unbearable pain.

Her full and snow-white chest, her flat and healthy waist, her long, straight legs, and a deep part between the graves, shimmered in the light of the moon that had re-emerged from the clouds.

Like, her whole person is carved from white jade.

Of course, she is not carved from white jade.

Her body shimmered with a "sacred" glimmer in the moonlight, all because of the cold sweat she broke out in the severe pain, and the salt left behind after evaporation.

"This body is so beautiful. If I were a man, I would rather kill all the men in the world for the sake of this body. ”

Her hands, which were still a little numb, slid all the way down her slender neck, past the snow-capped plains, and stopped at the deep place between the graves.

After each pain, Hanayajin felt more energetic.

To what extent is it abundant?

She needs to be enriched with her empty body, which seems to have been eaten by hundreds of millions of little ants, and to use the little Oriental movie star - well, to put it bluntly, it is self-masturbation.

This kind of action is just a normal physiological need of human beings.

After all, when people need the opposite sex to solve their physiological needs, the opposite sex is not always around.

Then, in this way, it is inevitable to solve physiological needs.

Of course, Hua Yeshen doesn't actually have to "do it herself", she can completely follow Wu Meiniang's example and send people to visit Xiao Xianrou outside to enjoy.

The more the merrier.

Because every time she has a relationship with a different man, the toxicity of the pink beauty she suffers will be a little less difficult.

That's the terrible thing about King Xuanyuan.

He can combine aphrodisiac and aphrodisiac drugs with poisons, so that the god of flower night can become a rippling woman who needs at least three men every night before it quickly withers.

Hanayajin can't control the sharp pain that Pretty in Pink has every attack, but she can't control the fact that she can't control the transformation into a rippling woman.

Her right hand—and the moonlight, which was sprinkled like mercury on the platform, reflected a strange shadow.

The shadow is crouched on the ground with both knees bent, and the two knees are split at an angle of one hundred and eighty degrees.

The shadow leans to the right, its right hand resting on the ground.

The left hand of the shadow coincides with the shadow and cannot be seen, but in the very middle, there is a black shadow like a small mouse, probing the brain with a rapid probe.

The charming moans and voices are depressed to death.

Blown away by the wind.

But before it blew on the rooftop, it was already blown away by the wind.

The consciousness of the flower night god fell into a blur again, just like the ten thousand ant bite just now.

In the same way, the sharp pain that had been clear when I was confused just now turned into an indescribable sourness.

When a strip of intermittent but connected silvery-white water stains was blown away by the wind in the moonlight, the flower night god screamed as if he had been electrocuted, trembling violently.

When the screaming finally stopped, she collapsed again and lay on the ground.

Just like the severe pain I had just suffered, I closed my eyes and didn't move for a long time.

The soreness after each severe pain is directly proportional.

The higher the pain index, the greater the sourness.

There was a low cry that echoed across the empty platform.

With a great sense of guilt.

Aren't many pure-minded teenagers feel a strong sense of guilt after treating themselves with five girls?

Don't think that only they will have this innocence, women will have it too.

Both men and women are human beings.

Many modern physiologists have written books saying that physiological needs are the greatest and most needed needs of human beings.

So crazy teenagers, there's no need to feel guilty about bullshit because of this.

But you must pay attention to your health, after all, you are not a flower night god who can't be autonomous after being highly poisoned in your body, and you are always masturbating, which will cause kidney water imbalance.

After the tears finally dried up slowly, Hua Yeshen picked up the phone.

She wanted to see what time it was.

This time, the painful and sour time, and how long did it take.

She saw herself.

It's like a mirror.

This is the recording function of the phone, and it is working.

Looking at the phone screen blankly, Hua Yeshen bit his lip violently, and ended the video with trembling fingers.

Modern mobile phones have more and more memory, like the one used by the flower night god, which can store more than two hours of video data.

So, she saw what she had done and what she had shouted when her consciousness had blurred twice.

The strange scene of lying flat on the ground as if a corpse did not cause any visual impact to the god of flowers.

But she was stunned by the voice she shouted in severe pain.

"Li Nannan, come and save me!"

Eight words.

When the god of flowers and nights suffered from severe pain for half an hour, he kept shouting these eight words.

"Li Nannan, come and save me!"

Eight words.

When the god of flowers and nights couldn't control his physiological needs, he couldn't help screaming because of excessive acidity, and he was shouting these eight words over and over again.

When she was in pain, she was calling Li Nannan to save her.

When she was enjoying herself, she was also shouting these eight words!

Why is this happening?

Flower Night God doesn't know.

But she quickly woke up, and for most of the past six months, she would call Li Nannan's name twice every night.

Only then did she know that the Li scum who took her first time, but was buried overseas, had melted into her life.

is higher than the status of the flower slave!

"But so what? You're dead. You're dead. Ha, haha. Li Nannan, you're dead! You can no longer see me screaming and calling your name in pain, shamelessness. Why do you want to die? Why, to die! ”

At first, he was muttering, but at the end he laughed wildly, and slammed his phone to the ground.

Then, grab the wine bottle on the table and smash it on the broken phone with the screen.

With a thud, the bottle burst.

She didn't care, she just smashed it frantically.

Her most hated tears flew wildly again, screaming in a dumb voice: "You dead ghost, dead ghost! No, don't pester me if you come again! No! ”

The moon couldn't bear to look any longer, and burrowed into the clouds again.

Hua Yeshen didn't know that she was not the only one who didn't want the ghost to come and pester her.

Similarly, the other woman who didn't want Li to be haunted by the ghost didn't want anyone to know that he was the absolute protagonist every time he dreamed.

Waking up when you are ugly is already a habit of Yang Tiantian these days.

She didn't want to wake up during this time period.

Like, she didn't want to dream of Li Nannan - perhaps, that wasn't Li Nannan.

It's a strange man who looks like Li Nannan.

When a woman dreams of a man, shouldn't that person be her man?

In the past 20 years, as long as Yang Tiantian dreams of a man, she will dream of her husband who died young.

It's the same with the 800 years later.

A tryst with her loving husband in her dreams has become her greatest pleasure.

It is also her spiritual dependence.

But why, since she was sent to the Valley of the Kings, because of her urgent physiological needs, when she dreamed, the male protagonist was no longer a husband?

Since that day, Yang Tiantian has had such dreams every night.

However, the husband never appeared.

It's as if the man who resembles Li Nannan drove him away from her dream.

The man who resembles Li Nannan in her dream can give her the greatest satisfaction every time - every time she wakes up, she can feel that her cheeks are hot and scary.

It's like doing a big heart-shattering thing, and I don't dare to move, closing my eyes and silently reciting Lao Tzu's mantra to clear my heart.

"That's not Li Nannan."

"No matter how lewd my nature is, I won't have anything to do with him, even in a dream."

"That's just a man who is very similar to Li Nannan."

"That's right! That's not Li Nannan! ”

Suddenly, Yang Tiantian, who was silently saying this in her heart, suddenly sat up from the low couch.

The bright moonlight through the window lattice shone on her face in pieces, miserable white!

She had seen Li Nannan's body.

I have massaged him more than once.

There are a few hairs on that scumbag, and Yang Tiantian estimates that they have been counted.

But she never found that under his left rib, there would be a child's palm-like blue-black birthmark.

The blue-black birthmark was in the shape of a dragon—like it had been inlaid under the man's ribs by the most famous craftsman.

Every time the man pressed her underneath and whipped her madly with rage, the dragon embedded in the birthmark under his ribs would come back to life.

It's scary.

But Yang Tiantian, who was in a dream, was extremely fascinated, kissing, licking, and biting over and over again with red lips, smooth tongues, and neat teeth.

"Who is the person with the black dragon on his body?"

After confirming that the man who possessed her in the dream was not Li Nannan, Yang Tiantian had an indescribable sense of relief after having an indescribable sense of relief.