The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

"Where can I get water? Is there a village nearby?" Xiulu asked.

"I remember that there is a village near here, because I have been walking on this route, so I know a few young people in their village, oh, yes, and one of their old village chiefs, who is a The just and merciful elder..."

While talking, the young man filled up the oil, put the remaining half barrel of oil in the huge trunk, started the car, and prepared to drive.

"How long will it take to come back?" Xiulu asked after looking at the dark grassland.

"From here to the west, it's about ten miles away, and I'll be back soon..." The young man got into the car while talking, started the engine, the car made a booming sound, and the headlights broke through the heavy darkness and started slowly , heading west.

Xiulu suddenly had a premonition that he would be abandoned on this lush African grass source, and then he turned his head to look at Smile and the Tomahawk.

The two people were sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of Xiulu and entered the practice. Xiulu opened his mouth, and finally stopped, and just fell down on the grass next to the tent, looking up at the sky full of stars.

The stars are so far away, he doesn't know how long he has not seen the stars, when he was six years old or eight years old, who knows?

In the haze, Xiulu's eyes gradually became heavy, and at first he was still holding on, waiting for the guide to return, but after a while, the exhaustion of the journey made Xiulu quickly fall asleep...

I don't know how much sleep, Xiulu only felt a pain coming from his whole body, but he couldn't wake up, his headache was about to split, he seemed to be struggling half-dream and half-awake.

Ping Pong Pong...

The pain in his body became stronger and stronger, and gradually penetrated into the bone marrow, stinging his nerves. His eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties. Under the intense pain, he struggled to open his eyes...

then……

The overwhelming sticks hit him head to head, hot stuff flowed down from his head, and finally flowed to his neck, his brain went blank for a while, and Xiulu lost consciousness again. His last thought was: "I am where?"

In a daze, Xiulu always felt that something was pressing on his body, one went and another came again, over and over again, and he was always in a state of excitement and had trouble waking up.

I don't know how long it took, when his mind could finally be controlled by Xiulu, he felt that someone was riding under him, and suddenly opened his eyes...

what……

Xiulu let out a cry of despair...

He saw the most incredible thing in his life. He was in a small thatched shack, lying naked on a piece of animal skin...

A black man whose body was three or four times as strong as his was sitting on him, shaking his body. No male or female could be seen from the face, but the female features drooping from the chest to the abdomen already explained something.

Not only that, but all around him, no matter how black-skinned, dirty all over, with colorful patterns painted on their faces, and infinitely majestic bodies, naked women with feminine characteristics surround them, lowering their heads with excited eyes Look to them.

Not only that, but their saliva was dripping onto Xiulu's face, dripping down their bodies, covering Xiulu's head and face.

As Xiulu screamed, the female animal sitting on him finally trembled and fell on his chest. Xiulu felt dizzy and was almost crushed to death.

After the black female animal snorted twice, it rolled down from Xiulu's body weakly, and at this moment, another black female animal rushed up.

The black female animal had smeared something on the small repair road below the road repair.It was cold and slippery, and then a rush of blood rushed to Xiulu's brain, and he also became excited, and Xiao Xiulu raised his head high again.

The black female animal was very satisfied, so she also sat on Xiaoxiu Road and began to move her body...

Xiulu has also practiced martial arts for a few days, and he is not an ordinary fierce man among mortals. Facing the cruel reality of losing his virginity...

Moreover, he was robbed of his most precious things by a group of black primitive humans who could only distinguish male and female from their body organs. He was angry...

He wants to get violent...

He wants to kill...

He wants to destroy the world...

However, a more cruel fact was placed in front of him. He seemed to have been poisoned by something. Except for his thoughts and eyes, it was impossible to even move his whole body. He became a little sheep at the mercy of others...

The black primitive woman let out a deafening roar on the road repairer, she seemed very excited and dissatisfied: "Fake oil... dead cat..."

Xiulu cried. At that moment, he finally knew what happened. He became a captive of an African tribe...

"Wuuu... Please... please, hurry up... ah... hurry up..."

Xiulu really hates himself for waking up, this is just a dream, this is just a dream, Xiulu keeps yelling and crying...

In another, the most primitive oval hut, which is wider and made of plantain and palm leaves, bows and arrows, animal skins, ivory, and antelope horns are hung on the walls, and the ground is covered with animal skins and weeds. Nothing else.

Smiling and tomahawk half lying on the ground of the hut, they looked angrily at the savage sitting on the animal skin in front of them and a dozen or so majestic black women in black and without clothes beside him.

From the ornaments on the wild man's neck and the messy things on his head, the two civilized people, Smile and Tomahawk, can recognize at a glance that this is the chief of a primitive tribe...

But what makes Smile and Tomahawk feel powerless is that they, the super masters on the dragon and tiger list, have been poisoned and have no strength in their whole bodies.

The savage chief looked at the smile and the battle axe again, and spoke in blunt Chinese: "You...you, break in...Damn...there are only two ways, 'death' or 'nagu'... "

After the chief of the savages finished speaking, two savages with micro punches came running from the door... Nima, are these savages?How come there are the most modern American-made micro punches?

But the truth is cruel. The two wildlings really held micro-punches in their hands, and then the black muzzles were aimed at the temples of Smile and Tomahawk.

Don't look at the five or six of Smile and Tomahawk pretending to be like their ancestors on weekdays, but at this time, the idea of ​​life strongly occupied their brains.

However, after all, they are the masters of the dragon and tiger rankings. At the moment of life and death, they made the bravest decision, and the battle ax was the first to roar: "Well... I choose that..."

"Gude, Goode, pull it down, huh..." the wildling chief ordered to go down.

At this time, two more black wild men who were as majestic as a black iron tower rushed up and looked into the eyes of the battle axe... Nima... unexpectedly full of slutty expressions..."

The tomahawk was taken out, and then there was a scream of the tomahawk hunting outside the hut: "Ah... am I mistaken, I am a man... ah, you can't do this... ah ah ah..."