Jiang Fang did not speak.

Nanzhou pushed down along the existing information and her own thoughts.

His voice was quiet, but a little faster than usual.

So, you should be angry.

"You start from the train, you are planning something. When you get on that train, that is the beginning of planning."

"You know a lot of people, at least the senior who brought us to this hotel, you know."

"That day, we went out to the town. It's so big here, why did he meet us by chance?"

"Does he usually live here? Where does he drive? If he is specially responsible for welcoming foreigners, what about the people he picks up?"

Jiang Fang asked at the right time: "Perhaps, there are no people in the car who meet the symptoms suitable for living here?"

Nan Zhou shook his head: "If he drove back because there was no suitable candidate, then his logic is normal, he can carry out normal question and answer, his mood is stable for a long time, his memory is not affected, and he can remember clearly Why would the 200 households in this area return to the gathering area of ​​highly aggressive patients for no reason at night, and then meet us?"

"He doesn't fit the symptoms of someone who lives here; he doesn't have an address in the 200 people on the map. He has no reason to be there."

Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Well, there are reasons for that."

Nanzhou: "What?"

Jiang Fang said: "When I come back in the evening, I will make a banana boat, and then make a hot pot. If it's too late, I won't be able to eat it."

Nanzhou: “…”

Nan Zhou thought about it for a while, and felt that he couldn't understand it.

So he gave up decisively and continued the serious topic.

"After I came to the street, I found that this closed area is a very standard circular ring. If it is artificially formed, it does not make sense to build it like this. The production capacity and production method cannot be long-term. Sustained, so this place can only rely on a certain force to maintain a short-lived existence."

"The 'senior' said there was a 'god' in this town."

"...then I saw the moon tonight."

This is supposed to be an extremely serious scope.

But behind Nan Zhou, the devil's wings were stretched to the extreme, every red bone feather was hot, and black feathers fell down, landing on the bare feet of the Holy Son between.

The Son raised his foot and stepped lightly on the devil's toe.

The devout people thought that the wings behind the hazy holy window were shaking, and it was the holy son who was releasing goodwill to them.

Under the blessing of many pure beliefs, the white brilliance is like snow, forcing the devil to whimper in a low voice, but he still firmly grasps the shoulders of the Holy Son with both hands , refused to part with him.

In the devil's trembling, almost crying murmur, Nan Zhou asked loudly:

"What did you bring us here for?"

"Why are you being nice to me these days?"

"Why don't you put it on?"

"There are so many questions. I don't know which one to answer." Jiang Fang comfortably kicked his socks-only feet into Nanzhou's arms, "Can you pick a key point? "

Nan Zhou's fingertips stroked his Adam's apple, causing the hard and soft bulge to float up and down.

Nan Zhou asked softly, "Tell me, if I kill you, will this end?"

Jiang Fang leaned back and sighed deeply: "Is this a punishment?"

Nan Zhou knew what he was talking about.

Jiang Fang once asked him how he would treat him if he really lied to him.

Let's not mention this issue for now, what Nan Zhou cares about is that Jiang Fang's exposure is too unreasonable.

He knew that he was the character in the story, that he would be in pain on the night of the full moon, and that it was just a night of pain, but he still gave him an arrow to be shot by an arrow The full moon in the middle, revealed his identity to him.

He has never entered into any relationship with others, so he has no experience, and always unilaterally determines and pays for it.

But now, he feels confused and flustered.

If you really kill Jiang Fang, you can leave the town, then, do you want to kill it?

Where will he go? Where will you go?

Return to never, return to the days when a person is sober, let this relationship that even he does not know the specific ingredients become a real dew under the moon and disappear without a trace?

Ask yourself, it didn't take much time for Nanzhou.

His thoughts are always clear, and he seldom hesitates for one thing.

Actually, a few days ago, when Jiang Fang asked "what if?", Nan Zhou had an answer in his heart.

He just hid the answer, like a candy.

Seeing that Nan Zhou did not speak for a long time, Jiang Fang lowered his head and licked his lips.

There is still a hint of sugar on it.

Behind him, the Son and the Devil are still entangled.

He lowered his voice in an ambiguous voice full of love: "But, I said I didn't lie to you, do you believe it?"

…Nan Zhou was surprised.

He grabbed Jiang Fang's neckline and almost pressed his face: "I asked you if there was anything to hide from me. You said no."

At the moment of getting close, the elegant tea fragrance on Jiang Fang came around.

Jiang Fang lifted the hand with the bandage wrapped around the base of his finger and placed it on the back of Nan Zhou's head.

Nan Zhou sensed something was wrong and wanted to avoid it.

"Don't move." Jiang Fang pressed against Nan Zhou's ear, blowing softly, "My hand hurts."

Nanzhou did not move.

Jiang Fang put one arm around Nanzhou, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "But, this is something we two agreed. It's called cheating."

“…what?”

"Besides, I'm not good at deceiving you at all." Jiang Fang kissed the tip of his nose, "In front of you, I'm obviously deceiving myself more."

Jiang Fang twitched his fingers lightly, and in the piercing pain, he methodically delivered stimulation to Nan Zhou's cerebral cortex.

The little white peacock in his mind was about to move again, trying to open the screen.

Nan Zhou felt something was wrong.

The cheeks were burning and painful, and the waist began to swell. The tides in the body began to cater to the moonlight, and a surging started after realizing it.

...The beautiful demon behind him was blushing, his wings were shaking unbearably, and he could not wait to swallow the Holy Son whole.

Jiang Fang bewitched Nan Zhou softly: "Actually, we have known each other for a long time. I really like it in my heart. We made this place together, made this plan together, before coming in , your hand still holds mine. . . as we do now."

...The Son of God whispered in the devil's ear, saying something Nan Zhou couldn't understand.

Exactly what he was hearing now.

Boat's brain.

His own voice, even his own voice was not true: "You, lied to me again..."

"Really." Jiang Fang said, "I'm very good at deceiving people. But I don't lie to little paper people."

The three words "Little Paper Figure" are clearly fragile and beautiful, and I don't know where Nanzhou's nerves were suddenly touched.

The white peacock bounced off its beautiful and huge tail.

In the disordered breathing, Nan Zhou grabbed Jiang Fang's wrist, and suddenly overthrew Jiang Fang on the bed again, and straddled him.

The respite of the Son and the Devil, and they blended together in one place, and it was inseparable from each other.

Nanzhou only loosened a little of the belt, and the rest was naturally freed by the passion and desire.

Jiang Fang let go of his hand holding the back of his head: "How about you? These days, have you ever fallen in love with me...?"

Nan Zhou took his palm wrapped in bandages and gauze, brought it to his lips, and dropped a light kiss on the wound.

Jiang Fang curled his fingers, as if he had been electrocuted.

"The question you asked me a few days ago, and I… tell you the answer."

"If you lie to me, I can forgive you once."

Nan Zhou was panting, holding on to the last bit of sanity, but his tone had already begun to be vague and vague.

"...because I seem to really like you a little bit."

Nanzhou still doesn't understand very well, what exactly is liking.

He only knows that he is willing to forgive him once.

Moreover, he is willing to be with him in the town, not leaving.

But Nanzhou still has clear rewards and punishments.

"I like it, I like it." Nan Zhou announced earnestly, "However, I will still bully you."

Nan Zhou's jet-black hair hung down along the angle of his bowed head.

As soon as this matter started, he encountered a bottleneck.

…he was in the wrong place.

He is not completely ignorant of this process.

These days Jiang Fang has been grinding with him, allowing Nan Zhou to intuitively understand a lot of useful human common sense, and also know that his external structure is basically the same as his own.

…he was simply inaccurate.

However, because of Nanzhou's spirit of exploration, this somewhat comical Oolong room has a lot of lingering lingering.

During the long time together, their **** frequently touched, Jiang Fang’s desire touched the soft flesh between Nanzhou’s **** and the flower hole several times, which was probably Nanzhou’s As long as the sensitive zone is touched, it is an honest sensual contraction, which pushes the soft and extravagant bright red born of desire all the way to the top of the genitals, showing a beautiful and healthy vitality.

The color is like an overturned paint, with a certain permeability and spread.

But his face has not been completely ignited by lust.

He just felt the desires in his body in general.

There are thousands of storms in his body, and there are fire trees and silver flowers, but he doesn't know what to do.

Such repeated attempts and retreats are the most straightforward provocation for Jiang Fang, who has normal desires but has only been suppressed for a long time.

Jiang Fang's Adam's apple rolled hurriedly and quickly, so he could only secretly clench his teeth and use a little blood to keep himself sane.

His character is such that he never wants to be too aggressive and aggressive the first time.

He believes that his first experience with Nanzhou should be perfect and harmonious, without coercion or panic, and everything should be gradual and natural.

Let Nanzhou enjoy it at the very beginning, so that we can talk about it later.

Therefore, Jiang Fang's desire is eager to spurt, the chest and lower abdomen are burning with a blazing fire, but the expression is always gentle and gentle, the palm of the bandage wrapped to the fingertips is against Nanzhou, and the hair is twitching. He asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Nan Zhou did not understand his painstaking efforts, and urged: "You also move."

Speaking, Nan Zhou returned to touch, and his fingertips hurriedly brushed his waist and nipples, including his erect genitals.

Jiang Fang choked, grabbed the silver decoration on the choker with one hand, and let the leather straps grind on the bed rail with two sharp creaking noises, only then did he force himself to maintain it. Live with a trace of decency and reason: "Well—"

Nanzhou didn't notice.

He looked back at the demon in the movie.

The Son is silver-haired and snow-skinned, very much like Jiang Fang.

In addition to being pale and covered in darkness, the devil happens to be the same as himself.

Unwanted desires engulfed to the bottom.

The Holy Son suddenly spread out his snow-white wings stronger than the devil, completely covering the devil's wings and wrapping them in the shadow of his own wings, which made the followers even more crazy.

They firmly believe that it is the power of their faith that makes the Son more powerful.

Therefore, they chanted the purity of the Son even more enthusiastically, clasped their hands in front of them, and sang the hymn of blessing.

Obviously, Nanzhou missed the most important reference fragment.

They are behind schedule.

On the other side, after taking a deep breath, Jiang Fang reminded: "This is not acceptable."

Nan Zhou put his hands on his chest, lowered his head to study it carefully, and replied, "I know."

Jiang Fang remained in a detained position and taught in a very soft tone: "...you can try to open your back a little."

Nan Zhou raised her head and met a pair of sincere eyes.

He nodded: "Oh, I see."

Under Jiang Fang's gaze, Nan Zhou leaned forward and took out a tube of ointment from the bedside drawer.

The ointment is very soft, squeezed into the palm of the hand and warm to the tentacles, exuding a faint aroma of sweet cream.

Nan Zhou didn't know how much to use, and he didn't hate the smell, so he squeezed most of the tube into the palm, rubbed it vigorously, and used the heat of the palm to help emulsify the paste.

As the paste melted into a transparent color, he groped and reached behind him, swirling with one finger, and pressed lightly near the acupoint.

After probing for a while, Nan Zhou said with relief: "It's a little tight, just wait."

However, a special ingredient in the ointment caused Nan Zhou to have a drug reaction first.

The tingling of the heart climbed all the way along the coccyx, piercing the subtle sparks of desire on Nanzhou's cerebral cortex.

He bit his lower lip, and the buttocks on Jiang Fang's thigh contracted significantly.

He was very itchy, but because he was good at patience, he didn't express his discomfort, and obediently put a second finger into the cavity of the small mouth that kept shrinking.

This time, for that uncultivated area, it is indeed much more difficult than entering a single finger.

Fortunately, it has been lubricated and softened, and it has not suffered much.

Nan Zhou turned his fingers, stirring up the watery sound that made people blush.

Nanzhou was stunned.

He developed a deeper curiosity about his body.

But all of this...seems like it shouldn't happen in front of Jiang Fang.

This was supposed to be a private exploration.

The redness from the initial point of desire finally climbed up his face, ears and lips.

The Nanzhou with a blushing face expands for itself, like an apple that has gradually grown from green to ripe, and its body begins to be filled with heart-warming redness and juice.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed in a third finger.

Every inch of the soft and warm place was filled, and the folds were almost flattened to the point of smoothness.

The feeling of fullness made Nanzhou's toes tense unconsciously.

But with such a simple self insertion, Nan Zhou's eyes gradually became blurred, and he was almost stimulated by himself to ejaculate.

Jiang Fang paid attention to his expression, and at the right moment, he raised his injured hand and accurately blocked Nan Zhou's genitals, which were swollen and red, and had begun to tremble.

Nanzhou's **** about to be **** was forcibly interrupted, and her lower abdomen immediately became hot and contracted in protest.

He was hot and confused.

He lowered his head and saw Jiang Fang's slender thumb, which was tightly wrapped by a bandage, clasped inwardly, accurately pressing against the key part of the eruption of desire.

Jiang Fang hardly moved, but raised his chin slightly, showing him a perfect smile.

His whole body, hair, fingers, neck, every inch was filled with invitations.

The movement in the movie may be louder than their voice.

They are two volcanoes that embrace each other silently, with boiling hot magma surging inside, and they don't know when they will erupt.

Nan Zhou thought, he probably guessed what he needed to do.

He pulled out his fingers, but he refused to support Jiang Fang with his wet hands.

So he put one hand on the folds of his shirt that were piled up in a mess in his lower abdomen, leaving a slight fingerprint on the corner of the white shirt.

The just widened tunnel is soft and warm, and the water from the depths is stored at the entrance of the hole, which happens to be the best lubrication.

This time, Nanzhou finally succeeded.

But what failed was that Nanzhou's diligent expansion made Jiang Fang worthy of a head.

The sheets under Jiang Fang's palm suddenly tightened.

.

Nanzhou's waist was so painful, her thigh muscles tightened, her palms made a palm print on the shirt, her breath became unstable, and she began to think about whether she should give up halfway.

This is the instinct of the creature to be afraid of pain and avoid harm.

In the end, Nan Zhou still did not escape.

He covered his stomach and leaned slightly.

From this angle, he used the palm of his hand to feel the heat and contraction inside his body in detail and intuitively.

The **** belonging to Jiang Fang moved slightly in his body.

At first, he felt that the force was the blade that split him from it.

But Nan Zhou soon realized with an animal-like keen intuition that it was not malicious, just wrapped in his body, and existed tenderly in the soft and warm flesh, like a small animal Like drinking water, he concentrates on sucking and tasting the source of his life.

The demon on the screen behind him gasped, so Nan Zhou obediently loosened his clenched teeth: "Ha..."

Jiang Fang endured the pain of clenched **** and the faint joy, like a truly benevolent and loving saint, comforting him in a soft voice: "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt Come on, take your time, you're doing a great job."

Nanzhou did it for a while, rested for a while, and after feeling that she was almost used to it, she tried to sit deeper.

With his current physical condition, at most, he can only swallow half of Jiang Fang's genitals.

Because he can control the rhythm, Nan Zhou quickly felt a little interesting.

After silently figuring out what time the top was at and Nan Zhou's excessively honest sipping action, Jiang Fang also began to cooperate with Nan Zhou's movements intentionally or unintentionally, and slowly moved his waist Come.

The tides in his body came rhythmically wave after wave, and the endless warmth with red crimson poured into his nipples, earlobes, and back of his neck.

Nanzhou's mental power is a value that is difficult to define even in the system. Now it is completely dominated by desire, and the mind is confused, but the perception is very clear.

The sound of water…

Nanzhou seldom speaks.

He has always been very tolerable, and those desires were contained on the tip of his tongue and never poured out.

But when the waves in his body became heavier, he found that he could no longer bear it.

The **** that want to **** are trembling in front, and the redness has reached the point of being ripe.

Feeling aggrieved and confused.

And Jiang Fang also poured all of it into Nanzhou's body under the unprecedented pleasure.

The spirit and body of the two reached a climax almost at the same time.

They hugged each other quietly, Nanzhou crouched on Jiang Fang, shoulders undulating with the quiet breathing.

Jiang Fang touched his ear, soothed him down and down, making his ears red and attractive.

The long drought has brought the rain, and they are young.

Just hugs and touches rekindled their desire.

Nan Zhou felt strangely that Jiang Fang's clone gradually flourished in his body, successfully igniting the remaining fire.

When he was slack, Jiang Fang took out a stethoscope from the bedside table, put it on him with one hand, and pressed the auscultation head to his slightly bulging abdomen.

When the cold touch touched his lower abdomen, Nan Zhou trembled, opened his eyes, and straightened his waist.

Being put on the ear hook, he looked confused and didn't know why.

It wasn't until she heard the ambiguous sound of water in the lower abdomen when the remnants moved slightly, Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows, turned his face away, and suppressed Jiang Fang who was laughing mischievously one-handed.

Don't play like this.

But Jiang Fang covered his body and pressed Nan Zhou under him.

—His hand, which was tied to the bedside rail, had been freed by himself.

He straightened the diagnosis line for Nan Zhou and let the stethoscope rest on his bulging abdomen: "Leave it to me next. You have to listen carefully, do you understand?"

Nan Zhou nodded and hummed.

Jiang Fang smiled, brushing aside Nanzhou's sweat-soaked hair, revealing a slightly sweaty forehead, and kissing her gently.

…Since Nan Zhou has adapted to such a rhythm, now it is his turn to play at home.

Cicadas chirping with long and short sounds outside the window, and the faint and warm fragrance of grass and trees after the leaves were scorched by the sun.

Early summer has passed, and summer is finally here.

…

In the early morning, when Jiang Fang tiptoed to cover the door and came out, he happened to meet Yuan Mingqing who was in a daze facing a painting in the corridor.

Jiang Fang took the initiative to greet him: "Good morning."

Yuan, Ming and Qing murmured all night, but after a long time of tossing and turning, he couldn't think of a better idea than to die together.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to lose, he knew that he was caught in a trap and got on a pirate ship.

But when the destination of the pirate ship coincides with him, he can only take a ride.

Perhaps, this is the ultimate goal of Nanzhou and the others.

Because his mind was settled, his attitude became much more natural: "You guys can be quite noisy."

Jiang Fang stretched comfortably in front of him, and gave a rather shameless reply: "Not enough, less than half."

The infinite meaning and joy contained in this lazy waist made Yuan Mingqing almost rolled his eyes.

With the teachings of the devil, Nan Zhou, who thought he was a little devil, faced his silver-haired son and adopted a kind of copying study.

Last night, Jiang Fang, who is a "god", took out a stethoscope from the bedside table during the process, put it on Nan Zhou with one hand, and put the auscultation head on him for a little bit Slightly bulging belly.

Nan Zhou, who was wearing ear hooks, looked confused and didn't know why.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of water coming from his lower abdomen that Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows, and pressed Jiang Fang, who was laughing mischievously, with one hand, so that he was not allowed to do anything wrong.

In the second half of the night, the story of the Son and the Devil was played for the third time, and Nan Zhou limped to the bathroom with Jiang Fang.

He still adheres to the set of firm self-logic and feels that the people above should be responsible.

While waiting for the water to fill up, he held the diary and wrote down some experiences.

Jiang Fang wanted to see it, and he did too.

But after Jiang Fang accidentally smiled, Nan Zhou frowned, grabbed the notebook and didn't show it to him.

The refreshing Jiang Fang looked at the painting Yuan Mingqing was looking at just now.

…that's Van Gogh's Sunflowers.

Jiang Fang: "Do you understand painting?"

Yuan Ming and Qing Dynasties: "About your knowledge and books, we have all been transmitted before we come."

Jiang Fang smiled and said, "It seems that with knowledge, it takes up his brain."

Yuan, Ming and Qing: "..." You fucking.

Jiang Fang stood side by side with him, looking at the brightly colored sunflower with a good mood: "When will you tell me about 'you'?"

Yuan Mingqing laughed dryly: "Instead of caring about 'us', it's better to think about yourself. The game party won't just recognize it. When you go out, it will be a vicious battle."

"Don't be so rude. You're also 'us' now."

Jiang Fang patted him on the shoulder generously: "If you look too outside, it won't help you win in the future."

…

"Paper Gold", Douzhuan Casino, VIP room.

Qu Jinsha is still wearing a black Tang suit with red buttons, which is more rich, half of the eyes are born with a smile, half of the cheeks are full of flesh, when the facial muscles relax, they will naturally bend, like feet On the New Year's picture, the God of Wealth with benevolent eyes and benevolent eyes.

Fortunately, the daily income is still considerable, at least after paying the high point rent, there is still a lot of surplus.

It was vaguely noisy outside, but the VIP room was exceptionally quiet.

Across from Qu Jinsha are two men in black suits, each with five cards in front of them.

Four sheets have been opened.

They have a weird temperament, exuding an inorganic quality that pretends to be polite: "Congratulations, Boss Qu, you are now number one on the solo chart."

Boss Qu opened the last hole card on his side.

Because of being fat, his smile lines don't look very obvious, just a kind of relaxed, pure beaming: "Hey, you're very kind. Fullhouse ①. I'm sorry. ."

He pretended not to understand the meaning of the two.

But the two of them had no intention of flopping the cards and just stared at Qu Jinsha.

Qu Jinsha knew that he couldn't escape, so he leaned back and opened the skylight: "I want to know, why should I rely on you?"

One of them smiled: "What you should want to know is why we set up a single list, just to deal with emergencies and facilitate team formation."

Qu Jinsha said with a smile: "So, what unexpected situation did you encounter? Forcing you to activate this plan B?"

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