The ever-changing and enchanting concubine: smiling like a rosy face

Chapter 233 My Four Great Inventions in Ancient Times 3
Chapter 120 Eight My Four Ancient Inventions

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Cautiously entered the door, the fart king was reading a book, I looked around, there was no one, as if I was the only one, so I tiptoed to the side and stood quietly.

The Fart King seemed to have not seen me, and he was still reading his book intently.I silently looked at the carpet under my feet, counting the patterns on it.

"Where did it go?"

"Ah? Ah!" The Butt King said suddenly, which made me jump, I don't know if I knelt too much, but I knelt down on a conditioned reflex, and the pain made me twitch.

My waist tightened, and the Fart King actually bent down and picked me up, and put me on the soft couch beside him, without saying a word, he lifted up my trousers, and it turned red again.It was already a little better, but it's a pity that I sat still all afternoon, the blood flow was not smooth, and I knelt down heavily just now, new injuries and old injuries, it's really annoying!

I bit my lip and didn't dare to snort. The Fart King took out a delicate bottle from his arms, as if he had prepared it long ago, poured some purple-red liquid into the palm of his hand, and rubbed it gently for me.The tentacles were so painful, like a piercing heart, I squeezed out from between my teeth with a "bite", grabbed his sleeves with both hands, and wept silently from the pain.

"Do you still know it hurts? I thought you played so hard that you forgot to take it back!"

The Fart King sneered, but there was deep pity in his eyes.I was angry and in pain, and he still laughed at me when I was like this, and immediately retorted very rudely: "I am a human being, why don't I know pain? Huh! Pain in the body is nothing, pain in the heart is real pain! But someone, cold-blooded and ruthless, or a violent madman, punishes me at every turn, beats and scolds, tell me! How will you punish me this time?"

He kept his hands on his hands, but he didn't speak. I looked over with tears in my eyes, and he was looking at me deeply.

I don't know if it's because my eyes are full of tears, or what, in short, I feel that his eyes are no longer so evil and domineering. Instead, he has squeezed out countless emotions, but it seems that they are all blocked in the eye sockets, and they can't flow. out.Or maybe because of his arrogant personality, he is unwilling to confide in me.

I felt aggrieved in my heart, the look in his eyes made me feel even more sad, and the tears couldn't stop falling, but he still refused to admit defeat, and said stubbornly: "You don't have to be embarrassed, should you hit the wrench or kneel down, I admit it! Anyway, I am used to being bullied by you, and I am used to it!"

(End of this chapter)