Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Li Zhiling tried her best to lurk around Liu Yingying, and risked the risk of identity exposure to wait for an opportunity to enter Shengshi international to steal. Although Zhao Sanjin didn't know what she was looking for, it was obvious that what she was looking for must be related to Liu Yingying.

Last time, Li Zhiling failed to achieve her wish and didn't find what they wanted. Therefore, she must continue to lurk around Liu YingYing and look for a good opportunity.

Once Li Zhiling's identity is exposed, it will certainly arouse Liu Yingying's suspicion, waste all her previous efforts, and even be arrested by the police, which will involve the dark forces hidden behind her. At that time, I'm afraid there will be no place for them in Jianghai city.

So.

Now that Zhao Sanjin has discovered Li Zhiling's secret, she has pinched her death. She must find a way to block Zhao Sanjin's mouth.

And the best, fastest, clearest and most once and for all method of sealing is undoubtedly to kill people and kill people.

Zhao Sanjin didn't come out for the first day. How can he not know what kind of abacus Li Zhiling played in her stomach? So, with a faint smile, he gave Li Zhiling a reassurance and said, "sister Zhiling, don't hurry to kill me first. Don't worry. Since I didn't choose to call the police for the first time, but secretly came to see you, I'm sure I won't make public everywhere."

"Hum, only the mouth of the dead is the safest!" Li Zhiling was murderous. She seemed to have made up her mind to take the opportunity to kill Zhao Sanjin.

Zhao Sanjin looked helpless.

The two men were deadlocked for about two or three minutes. The sharp blade always lingered between Zhao Sanjin's neck, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the front, sometimes to the back, but deviated by so much as one or two centimeters. Zhao Sanjin would avoid it in time every time he was about to cut Zhao Sanjin's throat.

Li Zhiling's face was a little red. Seeing the situation, she simply leaned out her right hand and grabbed Zhao Sanjin's neck directly.

"Sister Zhiling, what do you smell?" suddenly, Zhao Sankin frowned and said in doubt.

Li Zhiling was stunned.

At the beginning, Li Zhiling thought Zhao Sanjin wanted to play tricks, so she didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, but the smell can be smelled without looking or touching.

After Zhao Sanjing's reminder, Li Zhiling was stunned to find that, I don't know when, a strange smell vaguely filled the carriage, some pungent, as if something had been burned.

In the moment when Li Zhiling was stunned, the strange smell became stronger and stronger.

"Sister Zhiling, you..." Zhao Sankin looked down at the milky white Pajama wrapped around Li Zhiling.

"What are you?" Li Zhiling stared and scolded coldly.

The master moves, and the victory or defeat is only a millimetre, especially in the current stalemate, Li Zhiling can't be distracted to look at herself. If this is the pit dug by Zhao Sanjin and fight back at the moment she lowers her head, it will be troublesome.

"You... Your pajamas..."

"What happened to the pajamas?"

"It seems..."

"It's like a fart. If you have anything to say, don't try to play tricks with me!"

Zhao Sanjing's shocked face seemed to see something incredible, but he broke one sentence into three sentences and deliberately sold the key there, hanging Li Zhiling's appetite, which made Li Zhiling angry.

Finally, seeing that Li Zhiling's eyes were red, Zhao Sankin coughed, stretched out his free right hand, pointed to Li Zhiling's pajamas, recombined the three words, and said with a smile: "sister Zhiling, what, your clothes seem to be on fire..."

Hearing this, Li Zhiling's body shook violently. She wanted to resist looking, but the strange smell was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a faint trace of smoke steaming. She really couldn't resist it, so she lowered her head and glanced at herself in the direction of Zhao Sanjin's fingers.

Hiss!

When her pupils dilated, Li Zhiling took a breath.

As Zhao Sanjin said, Li Zhiling's pajamas seemed to be on fire. Moreover, the smoke just now was emitted from the pocket on the right side of her pajamas.

What's going on? Shit!

I didn't feel it yet. Li Zhiling immediately felt a burning - heat on her waist. It seemed that she had burned her skin. Under the startled lie, where could she care to kill Zhao Sanjin? He quickly took back his right hand and patted the pocket of his pajamas.

Patter.

With a faint and inaudible sound, suddenly, a bright cigarette end fell out of his pocket.

First, Li Zhiling was stunned. Then she became angry, looked up at Zhao Sanjin and scolded, "you bastard... Despicable!"

Then he waved a knife to Zhao Sanjin again.

But this time, Zhao Sanjin didn't give Li Zhiling any chance to attack. He turned from defensive to offensive. He clasped Li Zhiling's wrist with his left hand and threw away the saber in Li Zhiling's hand in an instant. At the same time, he grabbed Li Zhiling's shoulder with his right hand and pushed Li Zhiling back to the seat in the driver's seat. Then he immediately jumped up without saying a word, Just press Li Zhiling's plump, plump body under her, and she's dead.

The whole process seems complicated, but it's just a few seconds.

The space in the carriage was originally small and pitiful. When the two people were pressed together, they were even more stretched. There was no room for movement at all. This push, pull, rush and press, coupled with Li Zhiling's subconscious resistance and struggle, twisting and moving, inevitably produced some physical contact.

But Li Zhiling had nothing else on her. She was only wearing a thin milky white pajama. Her newly bathed body was like a blooming flower, emitting bursts of attractive fragrance. The two Super Bowls buckled in front of her chest were looming, and they were tightly against Zhao Sanjin's arms and chest. Zhao Sanjin was distracted, and her heart couldn't help but fluctuate - Yang.

"Bastard! Get out... Get out..." Li Zhiling struggled and shouted.

Get out?

Roll - bed - single is almost

Since Zhao Sanjing first saw Li Zhiling in Qingshui village, he has had a strong "sexual" interest in the two super bowls in front of her chest and her hot and spicy body. Now it's not easy to seize the opportunity. He can take advantage of her blatantly, and a fool will give up easily.

As the saying goes, if you don't take advantage, that's the real bastard!

"Thirty years east of the river and thirty years west of the river, Feng Shui turns in turn. Sister Zhiling wants to kill me, but it's not so easy." Zhao Sanjin split his legs, squatted down and sat on Li Zhiling's waist, clasped her wrists with both hands, firmly fixed her in the driver's seat, lowered his head and smiled, and his almost evil eyes swept past her chest.

"You... What do you want to do?" Li Zhiling looked a little surprised.

Zhao Sankin tilted his lips and said with a bad smile, "in the middle of the night, lonely men and women, dry - Chai lie - fire, what do I want to do? Sister Zhiling, guess."

Li Zhiling's face immediately turned gray.

Now Li Zhiling is a fish and Zhao Sanjin is a knife. As long as Zhao Sanjin wants, he can take advantage of Li Zhiling's cheapness. He can open and reclaim the third mu of land on Li Zhiling. However, it's a long night and he doesn't want to sleep. There's a lot of time. Zhao Sanjin is not in a hurry. As soon as the conversation changed, he asked: "answer my question just now, what are you looking for?"

Seeing that Zhao Sanjin didn't take the next step, Li Zhiling was relieved. She gritted her teeth and said, "if you have a seed, you'll kill me. You want to talk from my mouth. You dream."

"Yo, it's quite strong." Zhao Sankin grinned and said, "that's just right. I like a woman as strong as sister Zhiling."

"You!"

"That old saying is a little good. Women are really strange creatures. If you don't let her get pregnant, she won't know who the baby's father is..."

With that, Zhao sank his head, buried his nose in Li Zhiling's snow-white neck, gently sniffed two mouthfuls, closed his eyes and showed a very intoxicated expression. It seemed that he really wanted Li Zhiling to be pregnant with his baby.

"You... You son of a bitch, let go of me!" Li Zhiling only felt a burst of warmth in her neck and could clearly feel the heat coming out of Zhao Sanjin's nose.

Zhao Sankin sniffed two more mouthfuls, then reluctantly raised his head, raised his nose and said with a smile: "since sister Zhiling knows I'm a bastard, I'm not polite..."

"What are you doing?" Li Zhiling was surprised.

Zhao Sanjin said boldly: "of course, it's what bastards should do. Otherwise, how can they deserve the glorious title of bastards?"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Sankin put his mouth together coldly. Without any hesitation, he resolutely bit Li Zhiling's pink lip flap.

Oh!

Li Zhiling never dreamed that Zhao Sanjin really dared to kiss her, and it was a sudden strong kiss. Her eyes were as big as a copper bell, her hands and feet were used together, and her struggle was even worse.

In fact, Zhao Sanjin didn't think so much. He just wanted to force Li Zhiling to tell the truth.

The purpose was simple, but the moment she bit Li Zhiling's lip flap, it was like an electric shock. A burst of crisp hemp hit her. Zhao Sanjin was not so simple immediately.

What a fucking smell

Li Zhiling didn't struggle. It's good that the more she struggled, the more it made Zhao Sanjin's male sex he Er Meng index soar wildly, resulting in a strong sign, service and desire.