Eleventh, the eleventh torture of the Qing Dynasty

It seems that the season has suddenly changed. The little bag is haunted. Since the last time I rented a Korean coming-of-age dance outside as a hairy film, it has begun to be mysterious. Zhang Tao almost dares not go out of the door to the happiness of her wife, leaving me like a lonely wild ghost. Make trouble.

Finally saw the small bag. The boy sneaked out of the factory. I followed him with the demeanor of 006's apprentice 007. The boy actually walked to the dish house. After all, he either scolded the bad brain or scolded the eight women. He was addicted to it. He didn't scold him for a day, and he went to the door.

I jumped in and shouted, "Bao, come out quickly and hide my brother there." It was as if Bush said he was going to fight Iraq, which can be said to swallow rivers and mountains...

The small bag staggered and almost fell out. I took a step forward: "Brother, are you okay? Did these eight women use the ten tortures of Manqing against you?" Xiaobao looked at me with an embarrassed face

"It's not one of the top ten tortures, but the eleventh tortures"

"No way, I won't know when there will be another sentence."

Only then did I understand that it turned out to be "love torture". Xiaobao finally began to sing and conquer the eight women. I don't know how the man who is so great at ordinary times can't be soft after having a woman... Sigh, I can't help but be glad that I'm still single at present, but at the same time, it's so sour, as if I ate "sour Portuguese". "tao".

In the end, I had no choice but to return to the dormitory alone and began to watch the treasure appraisal. Only by looking at the old woman can I barely suppress my desire. I can't help but feel that this host is still a little useful!

I was drooling. Looking at a broken bottle worth millions, I couldn't help thinking about where to buy "missing". If so, I would at least be a millionaire.

Someone knocked on the door, and I was excited. The sixth sense told me that it was frost. I tidied up my hair and opened the door happily. It was really her.

"Hey, do you have any books to read?" Before I opened my mouth, she took the lead.

"What book, I only have a playboy." Before I finished speaking, I put a look on my head.

"How can you do such a thing on the premise of a lady and a beautiful woman?" She looked angry and sprinkled a piece of charm. I couldn't help but look crazy, stunned like a wooden chicken. Naturally, this is indispensable, and her face also seems to have a layer of pink on my eyes.

"I'm just a little more honest than other men. Is it wrong?" I exaggeratedly touched the place where she hit me and looked at him smiling proudly...