Chapter 0574 A Different Kind of Melon

"Grandpa Wang, I heard that you threw your whip well, how about you show your hands now?"

"Hehe, I can show my hands, but, little demon man, you have to pee a few jars of demon urine for me when you go back!"

This is the first person in the village to call the golden boy a little demon man.

The old pear king said, and the whip in his hand was lightly drawn, and a stone weighing several hundred catties on the side of the road rolled up, and rolled out more than three meters away.

The golden boy said secretly, this kung fu, the beginner immortal is nothing more than that.

I thought about it again, among them, I'm afraid that the whip also played a big role.

Then, the golden boy turned his head, looked forward, and found that Golan Lan had gone farther and farther, and the old ox of the old pear king was too slow.

"Little demon man, don't worry, that little girl can't run. Wait a minute, I'll pee first, I have something to say to you. ”

As he spoke, the old pear king jumped out of the big ox cart, and in a few steps he stepped into the corn field that had been harvested, unbuttoned his coarse cloth trousers, and peed in a loud manner.

The golden boy knows that the older the man, the more he cherishes their old birds, at this moment, the golden boy looked at the movements of the old pear king, and knew that the old pear king was carefully serving his old birds.

In the eyes of the old naughty boy in his 70s, the golden boy, a foreign demon, although he is capable, is a small point, even if he sees his old bird, it doesn't matter.

Recently, the old pear king often plays his old chicken, trying to get back that youthful vitality, so that the action has become a habit, at this moment. I flicked it a few more times by the way, until I saw the eyes of the foreign demon set on him, as if he wanted to see the man in his 70s. What does it look like, so the old pear king hurriedly put on his pants.

The old pear king regarded his whip as the root of his life, and even when he peed and played the old bird, he also held the whip tightly in his arms.

After the old pear king finished peeing, he turned around while tying his pants. The golden boy immediately fixed his gaze on the whip and asked, "Grandpa Wang, you whip." To whom will it be passed on in the future? ”

The golden boy knew that the most important thing for the old pear king was his youngest grandson Wang Ling. However, there are some things. It's often not one person in the family who has the final say.

According to the custom of passing on men but not women in rural areas. Extraordinary things, especially rare spiritual objects, are often passed on to in the end, which is often a difficult thing for the older generation.

Sure enough, when the old pear king heard the golden boy say this, his expression fell silent for a long time, and then he muttered, "I have seven grandchildren." In the future, whoever has great ability, I will pass the whip to whomever I want!"

The old pear king said. A pair of old eyes aimed at Wang Ling, who was working in the distance.

Wang Ling is the youngest grandson of the old pear king, and he has been learning to throw whips with the old pear king since he was born, and he has now reached a certain level.

Wang Ling is the same age as the golden boy now, he is also 13 years old this year, Wang Ling is strong, the muscles on his body look hard and good, but they are full of elasticity, many people think he is a piece of material.

Usually people in the village build houses, and when adults ram them, the young Wang Ling can actually lift them up and follow the trumpet to ram a few times.

"According to my estimate, in the future, your whip, this family heirloom, will be passed on to Wang Ling......" The golden boy said consciously as if talking to himself.

"Hmm...... Little demon man, you have now become a capable person in the village, but you have to help Wang Ling a lot. The words of the old pear king revealed an unconcealable hope for Wang Ling.

"Well, as long as Wang Ling is a good man, he is my good friend, and of course I have to help him. "There are authentic words in the golden fairy tale.

The golden boy can also see what he is thinking through the belly of the old pear king.

As the golden boy and the old pear king were talking, the image of Wang Ling appeared in his mind.

Wang Ling's face is chubby, black, and he has a thick and firm corn-colored meat, and he doesn't know how he can grow so strong when he eats corn tortillas every day.

Wang Ling, like Golanlan, is really naughty, he loves to find someone to wrestle, and he specializes in finding Golanlan to wrestle, in Wang Ling's memory of Golanlan, it is basically a series of slow motion of wrestling with Golanlan.

During the wrestling, he hugged Golan tightly, and Golanlan's strong and elastic muscles, which retained a trace of milk, gave Wang Ling an indescribable feeling.

Next, Golanlan felt that Wang Ling had bad intentions, and he would never fight Wang Ling again, and usually saw Wang Ling hiding away.

"Grandpa Wang, I have to go, I have to go to a place where there are many people who harvest corn and sell melons. "Golden Boy Road.

"Go, little demon man, just don't keep thinking about it, Golan Lan will be your daughter-in-law in the future, her beautiful face can't be eaten, and she can't be trusted!"

The golden boy casually agreed, and with the steps of a mortal, he ran briskly forward.

When the golden boy caught up with Goranlan, he had already arrived at the field where many people were harvesting corn, Goranlan put down the burden of melons, opened his small voice and shouted sweetly: "Sell melons, rich people, come and buy melons to eat!"

The golden boy agreed to help his family sell melons, so he also greeted: "Let's stop the sickle!

Everyone in the village knew that the melons planted in the Ge style were the sweetest, and they heard the shouts of the powerful demons, so those who had a little money in their pockets came to the melon burden, and couldn't help but say, men and women, countless hands stretched out into the melon basket.

Don't look at the simplicity of rural people, in fact, most of them have a lot of hearts, and some people are very good and want to pick the best melons.

And the most happy to rob are a few young women in their twenties and thirties, they rush up, no one cares about anyone, bent down, in their eyes and brains, there are only melons, where can they take care of their blouse neckline wide open, the snow white exposed to the bright sun, not to mention the high butt behind them, let the village bachelors feast their eyes.

The singles standing behind the young women, even if they have money in their pockets, they can't care about buying melons at the moment, and their hungry eyes are staring at the buttocks of the young women for a long time.

In the eyes of these men, these shaking roundness is no less than the melon in the basket.

It was those young men who had been married, including half-grown boys, and even old men in their fifties and sixties, who didn't want to take a few more glances at the five or six round girls who were gathered around the melon basket.

The more restrained men, or the men who want a little face, do not huddle together with the young women to pick melons, but take the opportunity to look at the spring light in the chests of the young women, and smell the unique smell of the young women.

Zhang Xiaohua, who was overflowing, also squeezed in to pick melons, and as soon as she bent over, she was targeted by one of Wang Lao'er's sworn friends, Zhao Er Laizi.

Zhao Er Laizi has long coveted Zhang Xiaohua's round buttocks, but Zhao Er Laizi has no money in his hands, where can Zhang Xiaohua buy his account, every time Zhao Er Laizi hooks up with Zhang Xiaohua, Zhang Xiaohua doesn't care about him.

At this moment, Zhao Erlaizi saw Zhang Xiaohua bending down, only caring about picking melons, so he also made the appearance of picking melons, bent down from behind Zhang Xiaohua, reached into the basket to pick melons, but put half of his crotch against Zhang Xiaohua's half of his buttocks, and after a few seconds, seeing that Zhang Xiaohua did not react, he put his entire crotch against Zhang Xiaohua's round big buttocks.

Zhang Xiaohua has three daughters, and she is the most beautiful triplet among the little loli in the village, at this moment, the eldest of the triplets, Yu Tao, is standing not far behind Zhang Xiaohua, waiting for her mother to pick melons for her, don't look at Yu Tao is only 15 years old this year, but she has long understood the things of men and women.

Seeing Zhao Erlaizi riding on the neighbor's big yellow dog like the big black dog at home, riding on his crotch on his mother, Yu Tao felt that Zhao Er Laizi was bullying his mother, so Yu Tao shouted: "Mom, Zhao Er Laizi is playing hooligan behind you!"

In fact, Zhang Xiaohua had already felt it, and there was a hot crotch behind her that was tightly attached to her ass, Zhang Xiaohua thought that this was which one of the good people in the village was looking for excitement, so she pretended not to know, but specially picked melons.

As soon as the youngest daughter shouted, Zhang Xiaohua realized that Zhao Erlaizi, who didn't give herself any benefits and just wanted to take advantage of it for nothing, was angry, and the soles of her feet exerted force, reaching her waist and crotch, and pouting backwards!

Don't look at Zhang Xiaohua as a famous beauty, but she has practiced kung fu, and the skill of pouting her buttocks is exactly what Zhang Xiaohua learned with a samurai.

Zhang Xiaohua pouted, the range of action was not large, but it was quite powerful, and suddenly pushed Zhao Er Laizi out more than three meters away, and fell to the ground on his back.

Zhao Er Laizi's ruffian, Wang Erzi, stood aside, and had already seen that Zhao Er Laizi was taking advantage of Zhang Xiaohua, and at this moment, seeing Zhao Er Laizi being pouted by Zhang Xiaohua's ass and falling to the ground, he immediately laughed and said: "Haha! Zhao Er Laizi is really useless, Zhang Xiaohua fart, and Zhao Er Laizi collapsed on his back!"

No matter how much Zhao Erlaizi relied on, he made a fool of himself in public, his face was red, his eyes were on fire, he rushed to Wang Erzi, punched Wang Erzi on the shoulder, and said: "Grass! How do you know that she is a fart who collapsed me, there is a very strong yin wind in her place, it is a gust of yin wind that blows me down!"

When the people around heard this nonsense, they immediately burst into laughter.

In the midst of laughter, Wang Erzi put his mouth on Zhao Erlaizi's ear and whispered: "Let your wife accompany me for one night, I helped you get Zhang Xiaohua, how about it?!"

Zhao Erlaizi didn't look at Lai, but he married a wife who was quite attractive, and when he heard Wang Erzi say this, his face immediately changed color, and he said angrily: "Wang Erzi, you dare to beat my wife's idea, beware of me falling in love with your sister!"

This qiē, the golden boy saw it in his eyes, listened to it in his ears, thought about it in his heart, and secretly calculated that it is undeniable that some villagers were already lacking in education, and after being demonized, they became even more vulgar. (To be continued......)