Dress up and fight!

Hearing the familiar noise, Jin Qing asked 707 in doubt: "Why didn't I respond at all this time?"

707: ".Host, have you checked your mental state recently? You may be distorted."

Why do you always hope that you will suffer some crimes!

Jin Qing was about to speak, when he received a heavy blow on the head: "Zhu Yi, don't get up to work, and if you miss your work later, believe it or not, I will peel your skin off!"

The voice of the woman who spoke was pungent and hot, as harsh and unpleasant as glass rubbing against each other.

Jin Qing suffered this when he first entered the world, and was almost sent away by the woman.

There seemed to be a lot of people being beaten nearby, because the sound of wood hitting their heads kept coming and going.

From the muffled snort, it could be heard that the people living in this room were all little girls.

Some people resisted stiffly and quickly got up from the bed.

Some people couldn't hold back their sobs, but what greeted her was another wooden spoon from a woman.

The person next to Jin Qing seemed to have gotten up as well, mumbled that he was the last to get up, and then squatted on top of Jin Qing's head to urinate.

The urinal made a thumping sound, but the woman seemed to be in a good mood, and the sound became louder and louder.

After pulling up his trousers, he kicked the barrel towards Jin Qing.

In this kind of place, any sense of shame and public morality are nonsense.

They can only get a little distorted happiness when they are causing trouble to others.

Finding an extra bag on the head of the host, 707 couldn't help but be speechless: "Host, go ahead, don't save me face."

A true warrior dares to hit his host on the head with a spoon.

I don't know whether to call the woman lucky or unlucky.

If the woman was lucky, she had a bag on the host's head.

With this bag alone, it is impossible for his host, whose mind is smaller than the nose of a needle, to let this woman go.

If the woman was unlucky, it was such a coincidence that she dared to give the host a spoon when the host just entered the client's body.

As far as this is true, if those who were killed by the host know about it, they won't beat the gongs and drums to get a golden plaque for this woman to eliminate harm for the people.

To be able to hit his host, this woman is by no means an ordinary person.

Maybe it's a lay disciple of some sect.
Jin Qing grinned: "It's as if you have face."

707: "." You are capable when you hate me.

After walking around, the woman returned to the simple dining table and beat a broken gong with the iron rod in her hand: "Luo Luoluo, hurry up and get food, don't blame me for not serving you bastards if you come late."

In the words, it seems that this house of women has been raised as a house of piglets.

Jin Qing moved her fingers, and found that her fingers, which were still a little stiff just now, could move slowly now.

It seemed that her soul had begun to merge with her body.

707 also discovered this: "Host, are you ready?"

Jin Qing's voice was earnest: "Get ready, I'll go and stuff that spoon into this bitch's mouth later, and then pull it out from the back."

Fuck, I have to change this bitch's head by the way.

707: "." I'm asking if you are ready to accept the plot!

When will it be reliable?
The women outside were still yelling loudly, cursing and stuffing porridge that was so thin that no grains of rice could be seen into the girls' bowls.

A few younger children asked in a low voice: "Ma'am, can you give me some more rice grains, I rushed to work last night, and I just came back this morning."

What greeted them was a woman beating and scolding mercilessly: "Eat, eat, eat, you know what to eat, who knows whether you are going to work overtime, or fooling around with wild men, rice doesn't cost money, no wonder your family sold you, you deserve it. "(end of this chapter)