Need for a Guard

Deep in the jungle, cool and clear!

Xie Ding squinted his eyes, with a disgusting smile, pinched Sanmao's red face, and said with a cheap smile: "Little Maozi, it's so hot, just take off your clothes! There are no outsiders here..."

"Don't! I never take off my clothes in front of people. I'm a eunuch, and I have to abide by the rules in the palace." Sanmao endured the creepy numbness and acted as if he wanted to refuse.

"What's breaking the rules? It's going to be hot to death, this is outside the palace, there is no need to obey the rules..." Xie Ding induced, "Look, this general just took off his clothes to show you."

Xie Ding took off his armor, as well as his undershirt.

Looking at Sanmao's bald, bloated belly and yellow chest hair, it was hard to imagine that he was a top-notch martial artist.

The moment Xie Ding raised his arms, a smell of sweat came over him, making San Mao want to vomit!

Xie Ding threw a 'wink' at San Mao, and then he reached out to take off San Mao's eunuch costume.

Sanmao couldn't take off his clothes, otherwise wouldn't he, a fake eunuch, expose his real body in front of Xie Ding?

San Mao pretended to back away in fright, and said to Xie Ding: "General Xie, you are so hot, you should take off your pants, anyway, no one will see here..."

Sanmao's acting skills are superb, his eyes fixed on Xie Ding's impatient and bulging crotch, and he kept drooling, showing a salivating look.

Damn!

This little eunuch is also proficient in this way!good!very nice……

San Mao's very strong hint gave Xie Ding an excited signal, and Xie Ding mistakenly thought that San Mao was also a master of this skill.

Looking at San Mao's eyes staring at his crotch, he thought San Mao wanted to check the size of his crotch first.

Xie Ding was very excited by San Mao's 'anticipating' eyes.

"Yes! It's so hot, I'll take off my pants first." Xie Ding was too busy to take off his pants. When the pants came down to his calves, it happened that it was inconvenient to walk at this time.

Sanmao's eyebrows were awe-inspiring, and he was about to kill someone.

At this time, they suddenly heard exclamations from outside the forest, and the soldiers shouted: "There are assassins, there are assassins, hurry up! Form the team..."

There are assassins?

Xie Ding was taken aback for a moment, the thought of wanting to blow up San Mao's ass in the bottom of his heart was gone, he bent down to pull up his pants, and went out to check the battle situation.

Where did Sanmao think that such a crisis would suddenly emerge?

Seeing that the prey is in hand and is about to succeed, how can it be interrupted by a sudden crisis?If this mission cannot be completed, after returning home, will he be laughed out of his teeth by that cheap brother-in-law?

Nope!

Never give up halfway.

With an idea, San Mao grabbed the trousers that Xie top lifted up, stuck out his little tongue and licked his lips, and said seductively, "General Xie, are we still not happy? Why did you go out?"

"General Xie, don't worry. No matter how powerful those assassins are, they are just ordinary bandits. Can they defeat the regular army? Moreover, General Xie also knows how powerful Eunuch Sun is. As long as Eunuch Sun is there, he can defeat ten thousand people." ah."

"Ah? This..."

Xie Ding originally pulled up his pants in a panic, wanting to go out to fight.

But looking at such a delicate and beautiful boy like Sanmao, catching Sanmao's numb and expectant eyes, and her tender little mouth, I feel very itchy.

I also remembered that the old eunuch Sun Gonggong had reached the peak of kung fu, and dealing with a few bandits, wouldn't that be drizzle?

What's more, there are more than 500 soldiers guarding it?

Xie Ding thought that nothing big would happen, so the big hand that raised his trousers froze there, but he still felt that it was inappropriate not to go out and deal with it as a general.

Therefore, Xie Ding decided to put on his trousers and become a wise general who decides his ass with his head.

Sanmao couldn't see it, so he had to use his trump card.

"General, don't want it!" Sanmao had a sweet childish smile on his face, and a pair of small hands were already hugging his thick, bald waist.

The little hands are very dexterous, touching and scratching at the back of the bald head, provocatively.

Then, a pair of small hands followed the fat on both sides of Bald's waist and abdomen, and touched Bald's plump chest covered with black chest hair little by little.

Xie Ding's hands holding his trousers froze immediately, his eyes were squinted, his expression was blushing with intoxication, his beard moved with his mouth, it was very funny!

Brine some tofu, one thing down one thing.

Who would have thought that such a big man would be extremely comfortable being played by a pair of boy's little hands?

Sanmao played tricks to his heart's content, resisting the urge to vomit, a pair of small hands slid back and forth on Xiefeng's chest as gently as possible.

Seeing Xie Ding's numb appearance, he had no intention of going to fight the assassin again.

Sanmao felt that the time for assassination had come.

Staring at Xie Ding's intoxicated face full of beards, he opened his tender mouth, sticking out his small tongue, blurred his eyes, and leaned towards Xie Ding's chest.

Xie Ding looked at San Mao's little tongue sticking out contentedly, thinking that San Mao was really good at serving people, so he wanted to use his tongue to lick and suck his chest.

He squinted his eyes and raised his head, turning a deaf ear to the sound of fighting outside, and wholeheartedly waiting for Sanmao's little tongue to serve him.

San Mao stared straight at Xie Ding's cheek, stuck out his little tongue, and moved it tenderly towards Xie Ding's chest.

ten inches...

eight inches...

Three inches...

The most critical step in the assassination has come.

Sanmao's tiny heart couldn't help beating wildly.

This was Sanmao's first time killing someone independently, and it was a famous general who was much more skilled than himself.

When Sanmao's pursed mouth and protruding tongue were only an inch away from Xie Ding's chest, Xie Ding's bewildered eyes were full of excited anticipation.

At such a delicate juncture...

Sanmao turned his tongue and blew, and the narrow knife in his mouth easily pierced Xie Ding's heart.

puff……

With lightning speed, Sanmao flipped up in the air and stepped back three zhang, just now he stood upright, his heart was pounding excitedly, his flushed face was full of excited eyes, and he looked at Xieding's face without blinking. Zhang Youzi's rough face in the fog.

Fantastic changes happen!

When Xie Ding was about to enjoy the ultimate happiness, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, followed by a sharp colic in his atrium.

Later, I saw Sanmao standing three feet away, looking at him with disdain.

Xie Ding suddenly rushed to feel dizzy and weak!

"What... what's wrong with this?"

Sanmao felt relieved, hugged his small shoulders, looked at Xie Ding's astonished eyes, and said with a smile: "What else can you do? Don't you want to have fun? I will send you to the Western Paradise, and let you go to the Western Paradise to find Happy to go, there are many monks and friends, you can do whatever you want."

Xie Ding felt his heart convulse, it hurt so much, it was so tangled, drops of hot liquid dripped onto his belly.

Xie Ding touched it casually, only to realize that it was blood.

Looking down, he saw a narrow dagger stuck in the heart, only a cold tail was exposed.

"You... you actually assassinated me?"

Until now, Xie Ding found out that he had died in the hands of San Mao inexplicably. It was pitiful for him to die in such a humble way with his peerless martial arts.

"I'm great!"

Sanmao clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "This is my masterpiece. Everyone hides a knife in their smiles, but I hide a knife in my mouth. Hehe...Small idea! Small idea..."

Xie Ding rounded his red eyes with an angry face, wanting to fight San Mao desperately.

But the heart has gradually stopped beating, and the once bear-like strength dissipated with the wind. He leaned on the big tree, watching Sanmao's wicked smile gradually become blurred, and finally closed it unwillingly in the humiliation eyes closed.

When he was dying, he was still clutching his trousers tightly, trying to pull them up, so that he could die gracefully.

However, he finally failed to pull up his trousers, revealing a pair of hairy black thighs, hearing the sound of fighting in his ears, and died in a miserable state...