(Guan Shanyue: This article does not have any other discrimination such as racial discrimination, gender discrimination, taste discrimination, occupational discrimination, height discrimination, gay discrimination, ideological discrimination, etc., no! Absolutely not! It is purely a plot requirement, the plot is purely a fiction! The need is purely a fiction, and the fiction is purely a fiction, I hope some readers will understand!)

The servant on the ground has a tender skin and tender flesh, and he really has the talent to be a little bit of a little. He fainted and still maintained his charming posture. The pink chrysanthemums happened to bloom towards Chen Fanranran. Under his twitching conditioned reflex, they opened and closed, shyly and slightly released...

Even, you can smell the "scent" smell coming from the flowers...

Chen Fan, who was so angry that he vomited, twitched again when he saw this scene. He resisted the urge to vomit and instinctively drove himself to move his eyes away. He didn't know whether it was curiosity or a heavy heart. His eyes eventually fell on the bud, and his eyelids beat with its opening and closing distance...

puff--!

Chen Fan bent down decisively at the moment of vomiting. Because it was too disgusting, the shadow was too heavy, and he didn't take the servant's clothes. He picked up his own ragged clothes, and then ran away without turning his head. He was afraid that his curiosity would instigate him to take a look at him again. He even extinguished his desire to kick him hard and ran out of the compound like a ghost.

Chen Fan walked out of the compound with a very serious face. Are you, do I look like Ji? How come I look like Ji? Why do you think I am Ji?...? At this time, there were a thousand grass in my heart flying. Even the evil fire that Wu Yin had stirred up in her chest before was extinguished like a basin of cold water, and a two-dimensional world of ice and fire came.

I don’t know why this guy is so smart. He must have been infected by the atmosphere of the courtyard. There must be someone in the courtyard. Ouyang Yi’s bald head is probably a base. Thinking of this, Chen Fan recalled the scene when he saw Ouyang Yi that day. It seemed that the bald head looked at Wuyin and Avril, which was very different from that young Baggio. It seemed that he was just watching a work of art, not that kind of strong possessiveness.

With this preconceived clue, Chen Fan presumed that Ouyang Yi was probably a base! Otherwise, why did this pink and tender little suture raise his butt and offer chrysanthemums when he saw him? It was probably the sequelae left by Ouyang Yi's bald base! He was so big, and he had a bald head, looking like a big old man, and his calm appearance concealed his extremely unrestrained and rough inside, and the inside and outside were completely inversely proportional!

Damn, this taste is so heavy, it must be several tons. There must be many pink boys in the courtyard who have been played with by him or even played with them!

Chen Fan nodded, feeling more and more that his reasoning was reasonable. He probably was his handsome Baggio, who was very handsome, but why would he be so mean to be a good local emperor and turn around and he would kill himself. He didn't kill his family and didn't burst his anus. It was more reasonable that there was no other explanation except for avenging his lover...

It must be like this! Chen Fan was very sure of his thoughts. Because he was too excited, he was too angry and the taste of his thoughts became heavier. He wanted to know earlier that Ouyang Yi, the bald man, was originally a base, and he had known that he would not chop his head. He directly split the chrysanthemum into two petals. It was too cheap to chop his bald man! It was like cutting watermelon, without any pleasure at all.

Chen Fan thought angrily that he reasoned the matter of Yizhuang, and then began to feel that his thoughts were very reasonable and amazing, and he became proud again unnaturally - thinking about our logic seems to be quite powerful, is it a bit sorry for the profession if we don’t become a detective?

What is the truth of the matter? Is it what Chen Fan thought? No one knows... (Guan Shanyue doesn't know either. Note: There is no discrimination in this article, all plots need! The plot is purely fiction...)

Although Chen Fan, who still had a bare chest and exposed breasts, had no fetishism, he just felt that his body was not strong enough. If he could be as tall as Shandong University, he would not have to wear clothes and be domineering. Unfortunately, he did not, and he was wrapped in a zongzi like a zongzi, with white bandages covered with blood, which was not beautiful.

He had to put on the clothes with a big hole in his chest. There was no wound on his chest, so there was no bandage. I don’t know if Avril deliberately bandaged it like this. Anyway, it showed two big points, which were very sexy and tempting, and looked very wild and unrestrained, showing that I was a fat pig and foolishly breaking it.

I don’t know if Avril has seen him a lot before, or if he really deliberately made Chen Fan look like this. Anyway, his face is still calm, so Chen Fan doesn’t know how to blame him. After all, he has done him a favor, otherwise he would be dead now.

Chen Fan, who looked bitter, led the two girls and walked out of the courtyard directly under the eyes of vigilance. With his quick ears, he vaguely heard someone behind him start discussing, and the topic of discussion was very strange.

"That big old guy is gone."

"There are two stunning beauties, so I won't let the mistress go, alas."

"Their aesthetics are different. No matter how those two girls are so beautiful, they are not as handsome as mistresses in his eyes. That kind of person is not as beautiful as a beauty, but that kind of person is good... poor mistresses..."

"The mistress was lying there and didn't move, as if she was dead."

"No, it's true! That man is so cruel. He killed the mistress."

Speaking of this, those people swallowed in an instant. Chen Fan knew that their anus tightened at this moment. However, in just a moment, he heard a sentence that made him feel impulsive to kill someone to silence him.

"It seems that he ejaculated in seconds..."

“…”

"The mistress is in front and behind. Is it too tight there? He can't stand it..."

"But instantly shot... Why did the mistress get fucked to death?"

"It's probably too big and too long, and I've been so full of mistress that I've been thrust into death."

...

As soon as he left the gate of the courtyard, he encountered several zombies wandering nearby. Wu Yin held a Park Knife in her hand and rushed over without Chen Fan's instructions.

Wuyin's strength in dealing with warriors was not enough, but she could easily deal with zombies. She had a 100% hit, and she was never vague in her fatality.

Soon, because someone went out some time ago, the square, which increased a lot of zombies, was cleaned up.

Seeing Chen Fan being defeated continuously before, Avril seemed to be in a good mood and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go back to the camp."

Walking in the empty square, Chen Fan stood in front of the wind, Yushu was in the wind, and the coldness was cool on his chest.

Avril asked again: "Where is the camp?"

You damn girl, you will be so happy that you will hold a grudge against me. Chen Fan simply replied: "The camp is on a building."

After hearing this reply, Avril stopped asking questions, so as to avoid wasting words.

After passing through the square and starting to fight the path, Chen Fan found the familiar smells again, scattered, decadent, desolate, tanned blood everywhere and the rotten smell, which was the unique taste of the city of Sanshou.

He doesn't like this place, but Wuyin likes it, so he has never left. And there are many buried treasures here, such as spiritual herbs, and rare ores...

Chen Fan's injuries were not healed at this time, so he had to rely on two girls to protect him on the road. Wu Yin had the strength to be close to advanced zombies, so the task of mine-sweeping was naturally easy. Avril, a beautiful woman who was a hot figure, was guarded by her. With her intermediate warrior's strength, the zombies that occasionally attracted attention were naturally killed by her. So now Chen Fan was very satisfied, just like the leaders of the country, he thought that bodyguards would follow him all the way. Seeing the cruel zombies rushing over, he didn't even raise their eyelids.

Chen Fan suddenly felt Wuyin in front of him suddenly become a little excited, and his eyes suddenly turned. At this time, this place was not a downtown area, but the streets were still full of abandoned cars, with many slightly open cracks around the door, and there were darkness inside.

Is there a mutated zombie in this environment?

Chen Fan walked up a few steps, came to Wuyin and asked, "Did you feel it?"

Wuyin nodded slightly and said, "I'm hungry."

Chen Fan knew that he hadn't fed Wuyin for so long, and he consumed a lot along the way. It was time to replenish his energy, but the injuries on his body were not suitable for him. It seemed that he could only help Avril.

Chen Fan swept his spiritual sense and found several ordinary zombies hidden, but no abnormal situation was found, and asked, "Can you determine the direction?"

Wuyin raised her Pu knife and pointed at a distance.

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