Chapter 112 Desire

"The third point is that the key point of people, such as two eggs of a man, are more painful than **, and the most painful time is thousands of times more painful than the pain of a woman giving birth to a child, so this place is the best attack point, such as the eyes..."

Liu Yong said a lot with a blank face, such as the weakness of the human body and the must-kill acupuncture points.

"The last and most important point is that no matter how strong the other party is, as long as you are not forced to fight head-on, sneak attack is the most effective means. You already know the result of the fierce fight. These dozen women die like this. If you don't want to die early, then learn what to do Hiding, how to sneak up." Liu Yong said seriously.

"Do you know?" Liu Yong glanced at the women: "Answer me!"

"I know!"

"Well, you can practice with these people. After killing, you can complete the task." Liu Yong took out the cigarette that was half soaked in blood in his jacket, took out a point and got into the car.

For a moment, the sound of begging for mercy, screaming, the sound of hysterical pain, and the sound of dagger entering the flesh fell silent after a sea of fire.

Liu Yong sweated profusely and took his dislocated shoulder. Listening to the roar of the vehicle, they had returned to the camp.

The momentum of the women has changed. There is a bloody smell in their silence. Their cold eyes have swept away the original confusion and panic. Blood has buried their souls in the depths of darkness, and they have taken a Shura road.

"Liu Yong." He Wen greeted Liu Yong, who had just finished taking a shower.

"Mosquito." Liu Yong smiled and came up.

Looking at the bruises all over Liu Yong, He Wen subconsciously frowned.

Liu Yong smiled and said, "It's okay. I made it all by myself."

"Hmm." He Wen nodded: "Let's go. Our brothers have been chatting together for a long time."

"Okay, wait for me to change my clothes." Liu Yong nodded.

When Liu Yong finished changing his clothes, He Wen walked ahead. Liu Yong was one step away from him. Although He Wen occasionally stopped and wanted to stand side by side with him, Liu Yong would subconsciously take a step back, which caused He Wen's sigh.

"Yellow hair, you make me a little confused now." He Wen sighed and looked at Liu Yong with a trace of complexity.

"Isn't it still your brother?" Liu Yong smiled and didn't explain anything.

"But there is a little more estrangement between you and my brothers. You know that my brain is not as good as you. If possible, I can let you be the leader of this camp." He Wen looked directly at Liu Yong's eyes and said seriously.

"No, I dare not. If I sit up, your men won't tear me up." Liu Yong waved his hand and smiled.

He Wen sent a cigarette to Liu Yong, and the two lit each other and were silent in the smoke.

"You have changed." He Wen was silent for half a hour, with a complicated look. He couldn't imagine that Liu Yong, who said he was too bloody as a butcher, is now killing people like weeding. Is this still him?

Liu Yong looked straight into He Wen's eyes and said, "This is the end of the world, the end of human life. Indecision can't be a thing. I hope you and I can live longer, and I don't want you to die at this point."

"But what have you done!? I don't want you to become a murderer." He Wen pulled Liu Yong's collar: "I don't want you to become a murderous man. I'd rather you achieve nothing than become a guy you don't recognize."

"Oh, I've heard that you seem to have killed hundreds of people in the blink of an eye? Why, are you in a hurry when I kill such a few people? Or are you really afraid that I will take your place? Liu Yong hung a touch of ridicule at the corners of his mouth.

"I can give it to you if you want." He Wen let go of Liu Yong and was extremely depressed.

"I'm not interested in this kind of charity." Liu Yong shook his head with a sneer.

"So, what you gave me at the beginning was your charity?" He Wen lit a cigarette again, and his heart suddenly swelled and hurt.

"You can also think so." Liu Yong shrugged his shoulders and looked calm.

"You can take care of yourself." He Wen smiled with a trace of sadness.

"Oh, won't you drive me away?" Liu Yong asked curiously.

He Wen stopped talking.

Liu Yong said to He Wen's back, "I need a batch of weapons."

"Now I can give you the position of the leader of the camp, and I will leave here." He Wen turned his head and said calmly.

"I never need to give alms." Liu Yong raised his eyebrows and said, "You just need to give me the weapon."

"As for what you want to do, I don't want to ask any more. I will send someone to give you some weapons when I go back. Now you don't want this position. If one day, you threaten my camp, I will kill you with my own hands and take care." He Wen took a deep breath and spit out a puff of smoke, and his eyes have returned to calm.

"Oh, just give me a weapon." Liu Yong just shrugged his shoulders and then returned to his room.

"Are you here?" Liu Yong looked at Qiu Jie sitting on the sofa.

"If you want to get the butcher camp, we can work together." Qiu Jie said with a blank face.

Liu Yong smiled undeniably, and then touched Qiu Jie's neck with one hand. It could be seen with the naked eye, and Qiu Jie's neck was already covered with goose bumps.

When a piece of clothing flutters down, primitive madness and desire fills the room.

The primitive battle is not bloody, only a low-voiced beast roar and a sharp whisper. A room of spring has blown away all the scheming, only the sound of tossing and whispering and the swaying sound of the bed.

He Wen sat quietly in the room, with cigarettes one after another. A figure appeared behind him, as if he felt his mind and irritable mood, and gently rubbed his temple.

He Wen bounced the cigarette butt on the wall and hit a spark. He pulled over Ling Yumeng, took off her sunglasses and kissed her lips.

Ling Yumeng hummed and his eyes were blurred.

He Wen picked up Ling Yumeng and threw it at **, and rudely tore Ling Yumeng's clothes.

Ling Yumeng's cheeks flashed a blush, and her eyes looked straight at He Wen soberly, waiting for He Wen to tear off her last cover.

With a painful hum, He Wen went straight in without any *. He roughly kneaded the twin peaks that fascinated countless men.

.................................................................................... .................................................................................... .......... A red plum bloomed quietly on the sheet.