Chapter 49 Team (2)

Kabelin's words were said to be the point.

Knowing that as long as you make a gesture, the woman in front of you will untickle her clothes and let him do whatever he wants. And it must be admitted that her external conditions are really great, so that any man will involuntarily have a certain "feeling" when he sees her. It is because of this that Shi Shaoying doesn't know how to get along with her, and he really doesn't know how to be the "master" of a beautiful woman.

He was in danger and made a three-year "game" agreement with Abdu Hill, and Shi Shaoying didn't dare to let himself owe to love debts.

It is because of the above concerns that everyone lived in the same villa for ten days, and he didn't even ask the woman's name. The "indifference" he obviously revealed also made the blonde more cautious. Sometimes, when he looked at Shi Shaoying, there was a kind of fear of a weak herbivore seeing his natural enemies.

The blonde girl knelt in front of Shi Shaoying, put her cheeks on his pants and rubbed her gently. Her face was swollen. She was so painful that she kept taking a sluggish breath, but her face was always full of obedient and gentle smile, and the tears that had gathered in her eyes just now never flowed out.

When she was following the dentist, she already knew that no matter how painful, aggrieved, or awkward, she could never cry. As long as tears fell out, she would suffer more harm. Smiling and obedience were her only way to protect herself.

Shi Shaoying hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand and gently stroked her head a few times. Shi Shaoying could clearly feel that after making such a "intimate" move, the woman's body, which was extremely stiff due to excessive fear, relaxed.

Frankly speaking, Shi Shaoying still thanks her.

Under the "training" of the dentist, this woman lost the dignity of being a human being, and also lost the spirit of a person and the ability to survive alone. However, as an assistant deliberately cultivated by the "dentist", her medical skills are quite superb. Without sufficient medical conditions, she could perform three surgical operations on Pei Tongtong in four hours with the tool in the medical box she carried with her and sutured the wounds on Pei Tongtong's body.

In addition to a public hospital built by China's government-built government, there are only dozens of private clinics in the country, and there are absolutely a handful of doctors who can perform surgical operations. Pei Tongtong can open her eyes again after sleeping for a day, and even punch Shi Shaoying's nose. The blonde is definitely an indelible contribution!

Staring at the pitiful face of the blonde girl, Shi Shaoying hesitated and finally whispered: "thanks!"

A big smile bloomed from her face without reservation. She nodded vigorously, but just such a simple thank you made her brighter.

"e  ?  " (What is your name)

The blonde girl knelt on the ground. As soon as Shi Shaoying let go of her hands, she spread her arms and hugged Shi Shaoying's thighs tightly, allowing her body, which was too undulating and surprisingly elastic, to wrap her body up directly, and then began to hug Shi Shaoying's thighs with a slow rhythm and gently squirm and rub it.

Her movements were not large, but the numb and strange touching communication was penetrated by the skin of the two people intimately touching each other. When she heard Shi Shaoying's inquiry, even the sound she hummed through her nose showed a hint of temptation and charm: "Olier."

The index and middle fingers of Oli's hands were like they were bounced steel, and they bounced gently on the inner side of Shi Shaoying's thighs, moving her hands little by little, feeling the heat exhaled by this woman sprayed onto the inner side of her sensitive thighs through the thin fabric, which easily made her body temperature begin to rise. Shi Shaoying couldn't help but scream in his heart. Why did he just give her a good face and ask her name, and this woman is so... unrestrained?!

Well, although this kind of presumptuousness, many men not only will not reject it, but will also be full of expectations deep in their hearts.

Kabelin stood by and watched coldly. Seeing Shi Shaoying's appearance, she interrupted a few more words: "Olier has always regarded you as her master. She may think that only if something happened to you can guarantee that she will not be abandoned again. Don't pretend, you are tired. You can think that I don't exist, anyway, there is a room behind you."

At the end of the day, Kabelin couldn't help but snorted.

Shi Shaoying ignored Kabelin's sarcasm and called out in a low voice: "Olier."

Olir looked up obediently: "Hmm?"

A big crystal grape was brought into her mouth. The grape was picked up by Shi Shaoying from the fruit plate beside her. Olir took a light bite, and the sour and sweet taste spread on the tip of her tongue.

He reached out and pushed away a strand of blonde hair on her forehead. Shi Shaoying smiled at Olier and pointed to the master bedroom that was occupied by Pei Tongtong behind him. Olier immediately nodded repeatedly, let go of Shi Shaoying's thigh and stood up, walked to the door of the master bedroom, professionally sorted out her clothes, and after confirming that her spirit was in the best state, she pushed open the door and walked into the master bedroom, and took over the task of caring for the seriously injured again.

This scene made Caberlin stunned. She was stunned for seven or eight seconds before she woke up as if she was dreaming. She stopped Shi Shaoying who wanted to walk out of the hall, waved her arms and shouted, "First stutter and coaxed her to work, you really treat Olir as a bear walking on a tightrope for the circus...ah!!!"

Before he could finish his protest, his eyes accidentally showed a ferocious posture on Shi Shaoying's waist, and he almost wanted to choose someone to eat. After being stunned for a moment, Cabelin's cheeks turned red like a burning cloud in the sky, almost bleeding.

"As a man, if he can still maintain 'soft' under the circumstances just now, he is not a eunuch, at least he is a 'pse' army."

Shi Shaoying showed his unparalleled shamelessness again. He took a step forward and whispered in Caberin's ear: "If you don't let go, I will regard your behavior as an invitation to some kind of intimate behavior, just like you said just now, there is a room behind us anyway."

Kabelin jumped three or four steps to the right as if she was electrocuted. Seeing her running away in panic, Shi Shaoying was like a victorious general. He raised his big and small head high and walked out of the living room with stiff steps. More than ten seconds later, a "pop" sound came from the pond in the yard. Shi Shaoying didn't even take off his clothes and jumped directly into it.

The whole person was soaked in cold water. The heat in his body was completely extinguished. Shi Shaoying slowly stood up from the pond. As soon as his head was exposed to the water, Shi Shaoying heard a sharp sound of breaking the wind.

The swordsman is practicing swords in the yard.

In ten days, Shi Shaoying had made a set of heavy and thickened bulletproof vests for the swordsman. There were bulletproof protective gear on both elbows and knees, and a small bulletproof shield that could be installed on the left arm. The whole set weighed more than 30 kilograms. However, it took the swordsman just ten days to wear these things to adapt to their existence.

The swordsman's feet are one in front and one behind, and the standing posture is called "Buddhist Bang" in professional terms. He raised the samurai sword high and over the top with both hands. This is a "big upper section" sword-holding posture that has been eliminated by the contemporary Japanese sword genre and classified as the evil sword flow.

Take a step forward with your right leg. While moving your body forward, you will also chop down with all your strength. While your right foot falls to the ground, the samurai sword is also completed. Take a step back, lift the samurai sword again, step forward, and then chop down again... This cycle repeats itself, is so boring and boring that it is enough to discourage most martial arts enthusiasts.

But this boring practice is the basis of swordsmanship or any kind of martial arts.

Cut the left upper, cut the right upper, left pheasant, right pheasant, thrust, slash, slash against the wind, slash against the robes... These monotonous and slashing most basic sword movements, no matter which move, the swordsman will repeat them a thousand times every day.

When Shi Shaoying was bored, he picked up the computer and tried to calculate it. The result of the calculation made him stunned: If the swordsman really persisted in this kind of training for seven years, then he had repeated these basic movements for 250,000 times!

He was wearing an airtight bulletproof vest and practiced continuously. Sweat had already soaked the swordsman's clothes, dripping puddles under his feet, but his hands holding the sword were still stable and impeccable. The samurai sword in his hand was sharp and broken through the wind again and again, mixed with the sweat that flew out, and drew brilliant silver streams in the air.

The swordsman does not have the power far beyond ordinary people, nor does he have outstanding motor nerves. When it comes to talent, he can only say that he is medium-length. However, he can tolerate loneliness and boredom, and can use paranoia that is far beyond ordinary people to train any animal to the limit and then limit until he integrates them into his own life and no longer distinguishes each other.

At his stage, not to mention the samurai sword itself, perhaps even the sound of the samurai sword breaking through the wind, the sound of the rain, and even the slashing sound of the object, has been integrated into his soul, forming a certain rhythm of the knife that ordinary people cannot possess or even understand because of their laziness.

The swordsman once again slashed the samurai sword in his hand. Just when Shi Shaoying habitually thought he would take a step back and raise the knife again, the swordsman raised his left hand and a Glock 18 fully automatic pistol that could fill thirty-three bullets, with a theoretical maximum rate of fire that can fire 1,000 and three bullets per minute.

The swordsman pulled the triggers continuously at several wine bottles hanging on the tree. After a series of gunfires that were almost connected, thirty-three shiny bullet shells were scattered at the swordsman's feet, and some of them were still blazing white smoke. However, the beer bottles less than twenty meters away from the swordsman were still hung intact on the tree, shaking with the wind.


Chapter completed!