07. Musu Small Theater: The Carrot of Damocles
"The ravines of the times are separated in front of everyone, and the main quest that has not been updated for a long time is like a carrot of Damocles, hanging under everyone's crotch. The blazing heart gradually sank, could it be that I guessed wrong-"
A low voice slowly echoed through the room.
"I thought it was the narration of the system." Jun Moxiao jumped up in fright, and then found out that it was Mu Su dubbing.
The blazing god also helplessly held his forehead. But I have to admit that he was really thinking so just now.
Could it be that you are wrong?
"The Carrot of Damocles...... I know the sword of Damocles, the sword of the hanging beam, the carrot...... What is it? ”
Wenxiang is a good girl who asks questions. If the nurse in the hospital was present, he would have been hoarse enough to stop her from asking.
Unfortunately not.
On that day, the men present finally remembered the fear and pain that had once been dominated by Mu Su.
Mu Su didn't give them a chance to stop it at all, and talked eloquently. It's as if I've told it countless times.
Mu Su cleared his throat and said slowly in a low tone that told a horror story: "I have a friend who heard a way called Comfort Ju when he was thirteen years old, which is to stuff a foreign body stick or something, it is said that as long as the stimulation is strong enough, you can experience explosive ejaculation without masturbating." ”
Jun Mo smiled inexplicably, and the blazing god moved his ass uneasily, and for a while he wanted to stop Mu Su from talking. Wen Xiang marveled at the scale of these words.
"Why should we let him continue, it has nothing to do with the progress of the game, right?" Jun Moxiao suddenly interrupted.
"What's wrong? I think it's interesting. Sitting at the table, he held his cheeks and listened with interest.
Finally receiving a listener, Mu Su's excitement was indescribable, and he couldn't control the deep voice, and his eyebrows danced: "You know that at that age, the teenagers who are ignorant and have just experienced the joy of masturbation will not be able to stop the car." When I learned that there was a cooler way, I would definitely find a way to try it. So, my friend went to the supermarket to look for the right props. ”
"He's still a little clever. When he chose a carrot and a small bottle of olive oil, instead of taking these two ambiguous things to the checkout, he bought a bunch of meat dressings and piled them together at the cash register. It's as if he's going to come home and make a barbecue in his ass. ”
Of course, there was no use for anything else, and he wouldn't really make a barbecue, so he just threw it away. You can't help but feel the enthusiasm and efficiency that erupts when teenagers become interested in a certain kind of vision. When he got home, he cut the carrots into short sticks and ran back to the bedroom to lock the door. Then the boy smeared the carrot with olive oil and sat down slowly—"
Feeling thirsty, Mu Su got up to drink water, then remembered that it was a game, sat down again and continued: "And then nothing. There is no coolness, no shooting, only pain. It's like there's fist-thick shit stuck in your ass and you can't pull it out. But to be honest, I still feel a little bit when I take it out, and I feel a sense of accomplishment that excretes a lot. ”
"Finally the told him to come downstairs for dinner. The boy managed to take out the stained, greasy, stinking carrot and hide it in a pile of dirty clothes at the foot of the bed. After dinner, he went back to the carrot...... You know, teenagers are always full of fighting spirit, and even if they are frustrated, they are not willing to give up. ”
Jun Moxiao began to fidget, as if the carrot was right under his ass. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stood up, not to sit still. said: "I remember that this game has a forbidden word detection, why can he say it without any worries!" Beep! I can't! ”
Smelling the fragrance and eating potato chips that I found out of nowhere.
"Do you understand the art of language?" Mu Su glanced at Jun Mo and smiled: "This is unacceptable?" The terrible thing was behind him - he found that the thing was gone. While he was having dinner, his mother took all the dirty laundry down and washed it, a pile of dirty laundry, and a shiny stinking carrot. There's no way I didn't see it. ”
"It's terrible."
Jun Mo smiled and squirmed.
"You see, Jun Moxiao has a deep understanding."
"Putting ......"
"This friend of mine has been waiting under the clouds for months." Mu Su easily interrupted him: "Wait for his parents to scold him." But they didn't move, not at all. Even now that he has grown up, that invisible carrot still hangs under his crotch for every Christmas dinner, every birthday party. Every time he was at home looking for eggs at Easter with his children, the grandchildren of his parents, the ghostly Damocles carrot was right behind his butt. ”
But even if he dies, he will die with trepidation. Because that carrot is still somewhere, maybe in someone's heart, maybe it will be passed on. Even if it's long since rotted into dirt. ”
"And this." Mu Su said in a low tone, ending this wonderful story: "It is an allusion to the carrot of Damocles." ”
The room fell silent for a moment.
"You're insane!" Jun Mo laughed, broke the silence, and roared at Mu Su.
For the first time, it was not intercepted by the detection of prohibited words.
Mu Su's face was full of shock: "How do you know! Did the hospital send you to arrest me? Hmph, I know that you will definitely not be willing for me to escape, I tell you, I will not tell you that it was Tinton who released me......"
"If you like to play with this madman, I won't accompany you!" Jun Mo interrupted Mu Su with a roar, his hand covering his ass intentionally or unintentionally, and rushed out of the door.
"Hey, I'm a psycho and not a madman, a madman and a psychotic aren't one-"
Bang –
Jun Mo slammed the door with a smile, and the loud sound of the door closing vibrated along with the entire room.
"That's what I mean." Mu Su finished his words stupidly.
The room was quiet for a while, Mu Su blinked, and turned to look at the other two: "Then let me talk about one more to ease the atmosphere?" It's not a good idea for me to be able to make up a nickname for a little angel. ”
"Cough cough ......" the blazing god coughed violently like asthma.
Wen Xiang also handed the bag of fries to Mu Su, hoping to stop him.
Mu Su hurriedly took it, and was about to say thank you, when suddenly his nose was a little itchy, he took a few short and rapid breaths, and raised his head and grinned-
"Ahh
Mu Su sneezed heavily and rubbed his nose, but fortunately there was no snot, and he handed the potato chips to Wenxiang with a little shyness in embarrassment. It looks so sincere that it doesn't seem to mean it.
"No...... No need, it's all for you. Wen Xiang was stunned and came back to his senses, shaking his head again and again to refuse.