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Chapter 214 They Dirty Our Home
Angrily pursing his mouth, Yun Xianghuan felt a little resentment all over his body.

The big black panther moved quickly. It ran into the hut, put the little girl's mask on the wooden bed, and went to carry the bamboo bucket of water covered by leaves.

It originally wanted to take the little girl's fragrant flower liquid, but after keenly smelling the strange and unpleasant intrusion, it gave up taking the bamboo tube.

Wrapping the finger-thick hemp rope on the bamboo barrel with his tail, Drakes put the water-filled bamboo barrel in front of the little girl, then gently raised an animal paw to rest on the bamboo barrel, signaling the little girl to use it this water.

Yun Xianghuan saw this, and looked at the concerned and nervous look of the big black-skinned monster, his cherry red lips pursed slightly, his eyes couldn't stop being soft, and warm currents flowed through his heart.

She put the bow and arrow on the ground beside her, squatted down halfway, submerged her hands in the water, and rubbed them carefully to clean them.

Ruyu's white and delicate, charming in the water, the joints reveal the delicate pink of pure desire, the palm and fingertips are darker in color, the water light adheres to them, shimmering and moving, like clear and shy ice strawberries, making people think To have a bite.

The big black panther lowered its head, its eyes quietly fell on the little girl's fingers, and the eyes were rumbling with enthusiasm.

When Yun Xianghuan was washing her hands, her eyes unconsciously fell to the surroundings, and she saw that her hut was destroyed and messy one after another.

Her eyes were red, her gaze was tight, her brows were furrowed, but there was still a wave of uncomfortable emotion in her heart.

Today's days are extremely long, and the night is coming unexpectedly.

She raised her jaw slightly, and put the tiger skin back on the wooden couch heavily, tears rolling in her beautiful eyes.

The wind blows the tree curtains turbulently, like a slender black hair swaying messily, which has a very horrifying visual effect at night.

Yun Xianghuan bit her lip hard, the place where the plain teeth were deep had faded to bluish white.

When Yun Xianghuan stepped into the hut, his footsteps paused beside a large handful of tree curtains that had been cut off.

Perhaps a group of people were attracted by the tiger skin, so the bison leather underneath was spared.

When the big black-skinned monster approached, Yun Xianghuan couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and hugged the big black panther, buried his face in its neck, and couldn't stop feeling sad again.

You can imagine how greedy and brazen they were fighting for at that time, Yun Xianghuan stared at the bamboo tube, and seemed to see dirty and transparent blue-gray hands full of desire and dissatisfaction, like the jagged hands on the black wall of hell. The ghost hand is rampant wantonly.

Seeing this, the panther picked up the bow and arrow on the ground, rolled up the bucket and followed the little girl.

The materials piled up with melons and fruits were obviously short. Even if they only took two or three fruits, the combined amount of a group of people would definitely not be too small.

The violent whistling wind seems to come from the abyss, a ghost that has not seen the sun for hundreds of years. At the moment of freedom, it keeps making creepy whimpers and screams, as if venting its pain and uttering evil curses.

They invaded, their five fingers kept spreading, and they were about to entangle her hand at that moment.

The area around the opening of the bamboo tube is messy and brutal, and there are still fingerprints scratched with honey slurry, which are from different people.

After entering the hut, the furnishings in the hut can be seen at a glance. Yun Xianghuan is too familiar with her hut, so she can tell at a glance if something has been moved.

Yun Xianghuan curled up on the fluffy and somewhat rough bison leather, her skin was invaded by the cold, and the tiny transparent hairs stood on end, stimulating a thin layer of goose bumps, and she shivered slightly.

Some of the flowers that decorate the house have been touched and dropped.

After shaking off the water from her hands, Yun Xianghuan stood up, suddenly she thought of something and immediately walked towards the hut.

His brows were tightly frowned, and the brows were stained with melancholy sorrow, his mouth was slightly pursed, and he slept extremely restlessly.

Yun Xianghuan glanced sharply at the bison leather and Jin Jianhu leather on the wooden bed.

It is hungry and greedy to the extreme, its hollow and black eyes are lit by the strange and cruel green light, coveting, plundering, twisting, and going crazy.

The tiger's fur is rough and messy, and there are obvious patches of black and gray stains in different directions, and some of them can be seen in the shape of handprints.

There was no honey in it.

Yun Xianghuan's chest rose and fell, his mouth was half-opened, and his breathing was rough and rapid.

Her breath is full of scents that reassure and fascinate her.

Because the tiger skin was dirty, Yun Xianghuan didn't cover it when he slept.

Her bamboo tube was tilted here and there, and one of the lids was opened directly.

Shameless, lowly, robber! !

Because of the cold, Yun Xianghuan subconsciously searched for heat sources, she rustled like a baby, confused and persistent.Touching a piece of plush that exudes warmth and body temperature, she immediately stuck to it and buried her face in it.

Her eyes were wet and dim, her forehead was flushed, and the blue veins of emotion showed a sullen outline.

She put down the rubbing cloth and reached out to grab the tiger's skin.

It stretched out its demonic claws that could cut people sharply, wandering freely and wickedly through the air, wandering, constantly looking for prey for it to fill its stomach and make fun of.

Tiger Pi: ​​"..."

Her hand holding the bamboo tube trembled slightly.

Yun Xianghuan's eyes widened, and she threw the bamboo tube out of the hut, then rubbed her hands vigorously, but if it wasn't enough, she used the rubbing cloth again,
The rubbing cloth was a bit rough, leaving messy red marks on her hands.

It was thrown under the tree bed, lying alone on the bark.

Most of the thick and wind-resistant tree whisker curtains at the door of the hut were cut off, and the remaining small part of the tree curtains hung on the doorposts, under tremendous pressure and withstood the violence beyond the resistance range.

From the inside of the bamboo tube overflowed a bit of residual golden burnt black, crystal clear and viscous, it was her honey jar.

Yun Xianghuan's throat was so congested, he choked up, and his voice was hoarse and depressed intermittently, "Dre... Mr. Drakes, they, they made our, home... dirty..."

It rained heavily at night, and the Milky Way poured down like ten thousand tidal waterfalls, rushing against this mysterious ancient and deep jungle. Before the water on the ground could be absorbed by the soil, it gathered into a stream , the stream of water meanders through every dark corner of the forest, as if determined to wash away all the filth in the world.

Volatile flower aroma and mellow alcohol breath.

The rampant hurricane unscrupulously poured into the cabin.

Wild and uninhibited hay woody, deep and sexy hormonal taste.

Very strong.

Yun Xianghuan seemed to be slightly drunk from wine, her cheeks puffed up with powder, and her slightly puffed cheeks moved cutely and contentedly.

The tall and long body of the black panther blocked the direction of the vent,...

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(End of this chapter)