It's definitely a dream, three months in the R&D workshop, nervous, undistracted into the R&D, as a physiologically normal man, backlog for so long, finally relaxed, it is inevitable to have some beautiful spring dreams.

Zhen Mingku turned his head a little hard, and his beautiful legs, which were as white as snow, came into his eyes.

It's too real, especially the burst of fragrance coming from this girl's body, which is no different from reality, but in reality, he has never smelled such a heart-warming woman's fragrance, and he often smells the sweaty feet and fox smell of the homeless.

He turned his head and gently kissed the girl's snow-white inner thigh.

"Uh-huh~"

Not only is the touch real, but even the sound is so real, listening to this voice, Zhen Mingbitter concluded that the lover in this dream is 100% a beauty.

Spring dreams are short, the opportunity cannot be missed, the time will not come again, there is a chance to go on, there is no chance to create a chance to go on, no matter who she is, leave a kiss mark first, and then say, it is not in vain for him to visit this gentle township.

Kiss!

He didn't hesitate to sip heavily on her beautiful leg, leaving a red lip print on the skin of her snow-white thigh.

The woman let out a delicate moan after eating pain, which was as melodious as fairy music.

Before he could take any further action, two large hands fell from the sky, grabbed him by the collar, grabbed him like a chicken, and threw him out of his head.

When he was churning in mid-air, Zhen Mingku finally saw the woman lying on the bed clearly.

A young woman dressed in tulle, rising and falling like waves, was blindfolded, lying on the bed, with a sexy and cute little mouth open, and Joan's nose emitted a ** bone-eating gasp.

The pink-carved melon seed face and the soft lines of the cheeks outline her ruddy and delicate cheeks, a little more is too fat, and a little less is too thin.

Black hair was like a cloud, scattered on the bed.

The undulating figure like a wave, the proportions and fat are perfect.

It's a pity that her eyes were covered by a black cloth, and she couldn't see her eyes, which added a mysterious beauty like Venus.

However, Zhen Mingku soon realized that something was wrong.

Lying on the bed is a woman with a bun in ancient costumes and black hair, which can only be seen in some bloody court TV dramas.

But women of this quality are by no means comparable to those artificial beauties created by foundation, liposuction, breast augmentation, and face slimming injections.

The long black hair scattered on the pillow like a cloud, the golden jade beaded hairpin on the head, the seductive body like Venus, and the delicate skin out of the water, where is there a little taste of cannibalistic fireworks?

These were not the most surprising to him, but the most surprising thing was that the woman on the bed had her hands tied behind her back, her mouth was stuffed with a piece of silk cloth, her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, her forehead was a little sweaty, and she had an uncomfortable expression.

Kidnapping, drugged, mystery. Traitor?

As soon as these words came to Zhen Mingku's mind, the man had already fallen to the ground and kept rolling until he stopped when he touched a wooden threshold, and the pain was so painful that he almost thought he had fallen apart.

From the time he kissed her thigh to the time she was thrown to the door, the whole process took only thirty seconds.

Chunmeng has done his job, which can be regarded as unprecedented.

Before he could take a closer look, a foot in a large cloth shoe grew from far to near, from small to large, and trampled on his face like raindrops.

When the big foot board was lifted and fell, Zhen Mingku never saw the owner of the foot board clearly, because looking from the bottom up, he only saw a trembling fat belly, and he couldn't see the face at all, if he hadn't seen his black and thick leg hair, he would have thought that he was a woman who was pregnant for ten months.

At this time, Zhen Mingbitter felt very depressed, and every time he did spring. Dreams have never allowed him to succeed once, and every time there will be such and such a situation, interrupting his good dreams halfway.

However, what made him a little puzzled was that not only did the touch feel real when he kissed this woman's thigh, but even the pain of being thrown down from the air and being kicked and kicked was so real that it hurt to the bone marrow.

Knowing that this was the price to pay for kissing her thigh, he would definitely kiss a few more bites, and if he missed it, he would never dream back.

Big feet rained down on his face, chest, and stomach.

In addition to the pair of yellow silk mille-feuille shoes, what impressed him the most was the antique wooden bed where the beauty on the bed was lying, carved dragons and phoenixes, inlaid with gold and jade, if he guessed correctly, this is the legendary dragon bed, only the emperor is qualified to sleep.

The woman who slept in the emperor's bed? Who else could it be?

Before he could think about this problem clearly, the door behind him opened, and there was a rush of footsteps, the clanging of swords unsheathed, and the shouts of "there are assassins", "protect Your Majesty" and "protect Lord Wang" rang out one after another.

Immediately afterward, he couldn't figure out how many hands he had, lifted him up above his head, and went out the door.

Only to hear an irascible man's voice ringing in his ears: "Tie him up for me, throw him into the river, sober up!" Even the emperor's woman dares to touch it! I let him know what life is better than death! ”

"Yes!"

Zhen Mingku was soon tied up by Wuhuada, only to hear a "poof", and the bone-cold water poured into his mouth, ears and nose from all directions, choking him almost to death.

A rope pulled him and rolled on the water, telling him that he was rolling on the water at high speed.

Doxing surfing.

He had only seen those athletes in sports channels before, but now that he had experienced it for a while, he found that it was not as interesting as he imagined, and he would rather choke to death in the river than the feeling of sliding on the water with his ass and occasionally slamming ice slag into the chrysanthemum.

But the people on the boat obviously didn't want him to die so simply, and just when his cold and excruciating pain were intertwined, he just wanted to wake up quickly, he was pulled out of the water.

Then, a bucket of hot water was poured on him.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw a man about fifty years old with a big belly, wearing a golden silk robe, and a beast pattern embroidered on his chest, with a face full of horizontal meat, a long beard, and a ring inlaid with egg-sized green jadeite on his hand, more like a nouveau riche fat man than gold, standing a few meters away from him, holding a chicken in his hand, biting it in a big mouthful, with a greasy face, and the sound of blinking his mouth was like a pig eating.

In addition, beside him was a group of samurai in metal armor, armed with halberds and short swords, standing guard around the ship's railing.

From the twinkling starry sky in the sky, it was already night, but the ship was brilliantly lit, and many people held torches in their hands, illuminating the surroundings, and several young women wearing light gauze, graceful shapes, and delicate faces, holding a paper lantern in their hands, bowing their heads, holding their chests, standing very humbly behind the fat man.

On the shore, thousands of lights flashed on both sides of the bank like sparks, showing that the ship was moving at high speed at this time.

The bone-chilling river wind blew through his body, and Zhen Mingku's body shivered, and his upper and lower teeth fought.

This dream is too jumpy, too real, from the bed to the river, and from the river to the filming scene, there is no reason for the nightmare to be so high that you still don't wake up.