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Cold flying tired has returned to the place where he just stood, extending his fingers and opening his eyes.The picture that happened inside the house was once again clearly in his eyes.

His guess was confirmed.

She is struggling.

Seeing the first time, subconsciously, he was angry, heart, was moth; blood, was sprinkling; then, he was afraid, the most real feeling, he was in fear, his body, trembling with fear.

This trembling of fear made him ashamed, and he even tried to force it to be a trembling caused by anger.

But his heart was honest, and he was really afraid.

In his brain fantasy, he has rushed out, like the Hulk, punching the indestructible anti-theft door, saving Miao Mulin from the clutches of the abominable bastard and being a superhero to save the princess.

The truth is, he is afraid.

Yes, yes, it is faking.

This is the crime of adults, the real social people, not the kind of social people who are joking.

The power of adults is completely different from that of their students.

Students fight, are measured, that is, simple fighting, will not really die, because in the students above, there are parents, there are teachers in the balance.

And adults, knowing that the law is still breaking the law, are doing such a vicious thing at this moment, the criminals who destroy the life of others, that may be not afraid of heaven and earth, there is no teacher school constraints like them, not afraid of the law, it is estimated that even after death, they are not afraid of hell?Such a way that he will surely be a means to the death.

If he forced the hero to save the beauty, and did not have the ability of the superhero, he would suffer a great crime?

Saving beauty is one thing, but if it is not saved, but if he is not saved, he loses himself... The cowardly he began to use the earlier, was called out by her, and then the painful memories of the boyfriend, with his dignity lost after being pressed on the ground, looking for an excuse to obey the weak, and became an excuse for cowards.

Pinch your fists, let the nails stick in the meat, and wave.

Her eyes were about to bleed.She should not have borne all this, the good-looking face twisted to make people extremely hurt, the desperate tears of clatter... his heart, like a big fist nail, is nailed to his chest, constantly with the thunder hammer.

It hurts!It really hurts!

This pain is even worse than today’s beating!

Do you want to see her and let her be destroyed?Is it because you don’t have her?

There is a meme in the world of the doll, and the words are like this: "I am often out of step with you because I am not perverted enough."

Yes, he is not perverted enough, he can't do it, he can't do it with the excuse of not getting it, can't catch it, he just watched her be destroyed.

How he wished he could be a pervert, at least perverted, a courageous pervert, heroic and invincible in the unique field of perversion, and he was a not sober or even perverted bag.

No, he can't!Can't sit still!

Today, if you sit still like this, he will regret it in the future!This is a he even looked at two eyes, put a little lower scale in the mind, will feel that in the profane dream of the lover, where the round of the angel was killed by the sky so rudely treated!Even if he was treated like an ant on the ground by the bastard, he would have to do something.

Crazy, he went out.

The person in the elevator came out, he did not follow the cold tired of the downwind, naturally can not hear the crime that others are taking place, indifferent did not go to see more cold and tired, dragged the tired body of the day of work, pulled out the key, opened his own door, entered the house, and then closed the door, as if he had never appeared, and could not provide any help for cold and tired.

The aisle, calm down again.

At the door, the cold feet stopped again.

The legs are trembling.

Looking at the anti-theft door in front of him, this is an anti-theft door, he has no key, how can he open the door?Or do you call the police and find someone who opens the lock company to open the door?Or find a property?

By the time they arrived, it was too late and it was over.

Will the eyes of this forehead, will it not, will it bring me superpowers?

Execute human will;

Go to heaven, even if the sky is too small.

The twilight of the gods, the dawn of the people;

Despicable, is the pass of the vile, noble, is the epitaph of the noble;

Open the third eye and see the sniper opposite;

Rather than being left to them, they are better at their own.

Know a thousand and one way to fail, and reverse the big picture!

There are a lot of popular mobile game characters in the cold head.

Oh, this is not playing the game, I am not in the game of Yang, think so many characters in the game to say very powerful, but on their own at this moment no help of the lines can be useful?

In his third eye, the bastard who threw evil at the girl became a dragon, an ugly-looking monster full of acne.

He is the god of war, he is the true king, he has a roaring dog, he has three sharp two-edged blades, he has a mountain axe, he has a silver bullet gold bow, his own Chang'e fairy is being bullied by disgusting monsters, he is the god of war in the South Gate, but he can't look at it.

Eighty-nine, change!

Invincible eyes, open it for me!

The earth is broken, broken!

Incarnate the god of war, dressed in gold armor, holding a gold bow, loaded with silver bullets, full of bows, aimed at monsters, shot!

"The Gollum"

What situation?

The monster fell down, cold tired again back to reality, his armor disappeared, the bastard fell in front of himself, his fist a little pain, this feeling, is he knocked down?

Is he dreaming?

Say, fairy, no, when did Miao Muling come to his own arms?

He liked the previous episode of Charlotte's Troubles, and the first thing the man did before he went back was to do what he wanted to do and dare not do.

If this is a dream, if he is just dreaming, let him be in the dream.

“Mum, can I, kiss you?”

Cold tired of looking at Miao Mulin, so close to each other, he can even feel her breathing on her body, and even feel her body temperature, he, in such a way, close contact with her.

“Well?”

Her voice was in doubt.

“Thank you, Goddess!”

But the tone of this doubt, the excitement of the cold and tired, did not hear, a game a dream, he as the protagonist of the game, fierce madness.