288 The ambiguity in the early morning

The bells in the early morning finally rang, as if they were announcing the arrival of Valentine's Day to everyone.

As soon as he heard the antique mechanical clock in the living room of the villa, Pang Tianxiao, who was lying on the bed, immediately got up with trembling hands and feet and rushed towards the game equipment.

He logged into the game as a butcher tremblingly, and looked around with guilt.

Fortunately, at least the most beautiful and strongest main players of the gang sleep offline, and there are not necessarily many acquaintances in other games. It seems that no matter how professional the player is, he must celebrate Valentine's Day.

He rushed directly into the money house in the most beautiful and strongest town, and got into the independent warehouse space he rented. The butcher first used a disguise technique on himself, disguising himself as an image he had never disguised before. Only then did he slip out of the money house gate from the corner and set foot on the street of the most beautiful and strongest town like a mouse crossing the street, sneaking out of the wall and setting foot on the street of the most beautiful and strongest town.

Although he knew that there was no acquaintance of his own in the most beautiful and strongest town, and even if he had his own acquaintance, he might not be able to recognize his disguise, but the butcher still wandered around the most beautiful and strongest town for a long time until he confirmed that there was no danger, and then he slowly slipped into the hotel of the most beautiful and strongest town.

The butcher had long used the authority of the deputy city lord to learn clearly from the hotel front desk that the room was located on the left side of the third floor.

He climbed up to the third floor with a familiarity and walked to the door of the room on the left, and the butcher knocked on the door gently.

Chris's surprised voice came from inside the door: "Who?"

The butcher did not reply, but opened the friend bar, found Chris' name, opened it, entered "I am the butcher, now outside the door, open the door!" and sent it directly to Chris.

With a "crunch", the door opened.

The butcher didn't care about Chris, who was excited on his face, looked around, then "slid" all over and got into the guest room.

Hearing the sound of Chris closing the door casually, the butcher turned around and looked at it.

But at a glance, the butcher's nose bleeding suddenly continued.

In the blink of an eye, Chris actually peeled herself like a green onion. Except for the sparse grass between her legs, her whole body was covered with whiteness without any trace of dust.

"Dear Mr. Butcher..." Chris's words revealed endless ambiguity.

Unfortunately, the butcher had no intention of talking nonsense to Chris. All the blood in his body had already rushed to his brain. The butcher had long lost his rational judgment ability, and his entire behavior was completely controlled by instinct.

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The room was filled with ambiguity, passion and debauchery, and of course, there were also gasps and *** sounds.

Half an hour later, the butcher lay on the floor of the room like a pool of 180 kilograms of soft meat. The fine sweat beads on his body reflected the lights in the room, making the butcher's fat meat look even more relaxed and fertile.

Chris smiled and said, "Mr. Butcher, you...you are so powerful. I...I can't breathe until now."

The butcher's whole body was already soft, but it looked like it was cooked. His whole body was not hard, but his mouth was about to be hard, and he shouted, "Hey, Chris, don't mess with those useless ones. Wait for me to rest for a while, and then fight you for three hundred rounds."

Chris giggled and said for a long time: "Haha, Mr. Butcher, don't be busy, we have time.

I will give you the proceeds from the auction of the last time I promised you and the explosive items.

No, these are five hundred gold coins, please hold them away."

The butcher's fat face suddenly turned into a pig's liver.

Chris finally discovered the butcher's abnormality and asked, "Mr. Butcher. Butcher. What's wrong with you? I feel uncomfortable? Did you exercise a little too fiercely just now? Otherwise, let's take it slower?...ah..."

The butcher had turned over and pressed Chris under him with agility that was completely incompatible with his body shape.

At this moment, the butcher showed his style as a master of micro-fucking. He snatched five hundred gold coins from Chris's hand with one hand and covered Chris' soft chest with the other. At the same time, Xiaopang also hit the target accurately with perfect shots.

After doing this, the butcher exerted the little fat man and said, "I'll just go ahead and see how you are at this time, so it makes people think you are a client and I am a chicken..."

"Well...ah...oh...oh..., Mr. Butcher, I can understand the client, but what does the client have to do with chicken?" Chris responded actively to the butcher while humbly asking for advice.

"Damn it, it's a terrible translation software." The butcher cursed sadly, but he really couldn't answer Chris's question. He could only work harder, hoping that his hard work would distract Chris from him and no longer bother with this boring question.

Fortunately, the butcher's strategy was correct and he basically achieved the set goal. As expected, Chris was tired of dealing with the butcher's hard work. In less than three seconds, he forgot about her tireless pursuit of knowledge.

Butcher is a doctor who has been studying ethics for more than ten years. He has emerged in all kinds of ways. Even the physique of Chris Western women is still in the game, and he cannot withstand the butcher's troubles.

The two of them were in the hotel room of the most beautiful and strongest town, starting from 0:30 in the morning and going until 8:30 in the morning on Valentine's Day. In the eight hours, the butcher's fat fat went in and out at least ten times.

When the butcher was anxious about the arrangements made by Zhao Fengjiao to say goodbye to Chris, Chris, who claimed to be ten thousand times stronger than men in this regard, simply lay on the floor of the room with his pupils dilated, and could not even respond to the butcher.

Although the butcher's legs were a little weak and even stood up a little hard and trembling, he still stretched out his right hand with satisfaction, held Chris' chin and smiled, "Hehe, Chris, this Valentine's Day is really nostalgic. We are looking forward to the next tryst.

Today, our game studio has a group event, and I may not be in the game all day, you..."

Chris replied weakly: "Okay, Mr. Butcher, you go and do your business first, I'll take a break here.

Today, I have dates in the real world, and I won’t go online.”

Although the butcher felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Chris say this, this may be the gap between Eastern and Western cultures. Besides, it seems that the friendship between the body and the body is deeper than the friendship between people, and the butcher is not good for anything else to ask for.

After saying goodbye to Chris, the butcher went to Xuanning City Skill Training Center through the teleportation center of the most beautiful and strongest town, and was able to get off the line after 20 hours of skill proficiency.
Chapter completed!