Chapter 125: Not acclimatized

"Didn't you say that your weapon has many skills? Let me take a look."

Liang Meiren's eyes were full of deep desire and excitement, without any trace of shyness.

Meng Xiaoan chuckled, and then performed a unique skill with the weapon while Liang Meiren was dumbfounded. The shock of Meng Xiaoan's weapon could be seen from the surprised little mouth of the beauty. How could a man's weapon be so powerful?

"This is a unique skill. I am the only one in the world who can perform it. Isn't it like dancing?"

"Black swan dancing on the grassland."

Meng Xiaoan laughed loudly, hugged Liang Meiren without thinking, and then slowly penetrated his weapon into Guan Meiren's secret area at a slow speed. Guan Meiren frowned slightly. The pain down there was strong and clear.

Yes, but under this strong and clear feeling, there is a tendency of volcanic eruption.

"Comfortable?"

"Kind of."

"Then let me make you more comfortable."

"Um?"

"What now."

"It's more comfortable than before, and it penetrates deeply."

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"Then I'll start."

"Use all your strength." Liang Meiren said with a charming smile. She couldn't help but close her eyes and enjoy the joy brought by this weapon. She seemed to feel like she was running wantonly on the endless prairie, with ringing in her ears.

What was heard was the non-stop sound of horse hooves, which sounded with a mysterious and ancient rhythm, coming from all directions, her ears, her blood, her bones, her internal organs, her soul, in that kind of

The rhythm became light and airy. She completely enjoyed the joy of this ancient and tempting rhythm, and a joyful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She felt as if she could fly, flying from the grassland to the sea. She could only hear the roar of the waves beating day after day, year after year. Her body drifted strangely on the sea,

After a long time, she noticed lightning flashing in the air. Her body was trembling slightly. She stretched out her hands, as if to catch the black lightning, with a mysterious summons. The black lightning flashed its claws.

There was a thunder in the air. After a long time, the waves slowly calmed down.

She felt like her body was being beaten to death by the weapon, but it was painful yet happy.

Finally, she felt like a small boat that had to stop on the shore.

She was panting, her breasts were like a wheat field, breathing up and down.

"How does it feel?"

Classmate Meng Xiaoan looked down at the beauty on the ground.

His weapon seems to have a tendency to be a pistol.

"Not enough." Liang Meiren said, her voice was seductive.

"Let me brew for a few minutes, then I'll go in."

Five minutes later, Meng Xiaoan's weapon struck again.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Meng Xiaoan and Guan Meiren were fighting inextricably. The two fought fiercely until almost 11 o'clock, and finally called it a day. The battle ended with Meng Xiaoan's victory. When they came down the mountain, Liang Wei was

With no strength at all, Meng Xiaoan carried her down from the mountain like a cat, and then sent Guan Meiren home. When knocking on the door, Guan Meiren said, don't be complacent. Wait until I'm full next time, and I'll fight you.

Until dawn.

She hung on Meng Xiaoan's back like a squirrel.

Meng Xiaoan smiled and said, "You are welcome at any time. You can arrange the time and place."

Meng Xiaoan sent Liang Wei home and took a nap.

Fighting in the field is also very physically demanding.

When get out of class was over the next day, Meng Xiaoan thought it was time to go see Fujiwara Hide. When he passed by the furniture wholesale market, he bought a wicker chair. At this moment, this guy was sitting on the wicker chair, with tea, cigarettes, and beautiful women. Oh, it’s just that his expression is a bit unnatural. Fujiwara Hideo was not at all energetic because of the wolf dog that Li Shu got from who knows where. Ren Hong is not like that. She likes wolf dogs very much. She stares at them day and night, and her spirit is cultivated. Dejected, the wolfdog saw Meng Xiaoan as if he were seeing a savior, and shouted at him to get the flying tiger away quickly.

"Here comes tea." Meng Xiaoan crossed his legs, looking too leisurely. He called the flying tiger to him and stroked its head.

Fujiwara Hide poured tea, her hands were a little cold. She finally felt the pain of not having freedom, and she was already feeling a little unwell today.

Now that she saw Meng Xiaoan, she could finally move around. She really wanted to stay away from this devil.

Meng Xiaoan took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Are you hungry? Do you really want to eat? You can tell me that I am very good at cooking, but you are Japanese, so you should be a little acclimated."

Fujiwara Hide's respectful look: "I can eat anything." Lower your head first, only in this way can you escape from the clutches of this devil.

This sentence shows her thoughts. She is just a servant, and her destiny is in Meng Xiaoan's hands.

Meng Xiaoan was very satisfied with her answer. That was good. Of course, this woman was also pretty. This was what Meng Xiaoan was interested in.

Meng Xiaoan stretched out: "Yanlai. I'm very satisfied with your current attitude. It's not like the two rooms next door, who look like they're eating me. You know, if you don't bow your head at this time, you're living with yourself."

, having trouble with yourself is the most depressing thing, you guessed it."

He stretched his right hand into the air and waited. He looked like a playboy.

Fujiwara Hide nodded, acknowledging what Meng Xiaoan said. He pinched out a cigarette and put it between Meng Xiaoan's two fingers, then slightly bent over to light a cigarette for him. Unfortunately, Meng Xiaoan's eyes happened to catch her alluring cigarette.

chest.

An evil smile appeared on Meng Xiaoan's lips: "Squat down."

Fujiwara Hide was obviously stunned, but he still sat down as he said and slowly squatted down, his autumn eyes unable to hide his resentment.

Meng Xiaoan turned to look at that very delicate face, smiled, and seemed to be very concerned: "It's a bit cold, isn't it?"

Even if Fujiwara Hide is cold, he can't say it to his face: "It's not cold."

"You need to save face so much." After Meng Xiaoan finished speaking, he took off his coat and gave it to her, "Put it on."

Fujiwara Hide didn't dare to wear it.

"Forget it if you don't want to wear it." Meng Xiaoan didn't force her and put on her coat again, which was very unmanly and gentlemanly.

He asked, "Is it convenient to live here?"

Fujiwara Hide was still squatting, she didn't dare to get up, and said hypocritically: "It's okay." So what if it's not okay, are you going to let me go?

"I haven't seen you for one night, and your temperament has changed a lot. I like dealing with people like you. Really, we all get along well."

Fujiwara Hide smiled: "Yes, you are right, only cooperation can make me live more smoothly."

"It's good if you think so. No wonder everyone says that Japanese ninjas are the most tolerant profession."

"Do you know why I'm so nice to you?"

Fujiwara Hide knows his own value and his position in Meng Xiaoan: "I have value."

"Well, you said it very frankly. I like that. Of course, we can sit down and chat when we have time. I am your master. You have to understand this. I can feed you and give you shelter. Naturally, I can

If I sell you to a remote mountainous area, your life will be ruined. Do you understand?"

"I understand, you are my master now, and the rest of my life will no longer belong to me."

Meng Xiaoan narrowed his eyes, Fujiwara Hide said these words were very "sincere".

"As long as you say this, that's enough." Meng Xiaoan's eyes were filled with ambiguity, "But I can't bear the responsibility for the rest of my life. Of course, I can take care of each other."

Fujiwara Hide couldn't understand what Meng Xiaoan meant.

Meng Xiaoan's right hand suddenly lifted her chin gently. Meng Xiaoan's eyes were very warm: "Do you know what it means now?"

Fujiwara Hide somewhat understands but doesn’t seem to understand it very well.

Meng Xiaoan was depressed for a few seconds, then he put his hand on Fujiwara Hide's chest and touched it gently through his clothes.

Fujiwara Hide's face turned red. Now she finally understood what Meng Xiaoan meant. She was a little angry, but more of a helpless one. Thinking about it, it wasn't a big deal. Her fate was controlled by him. Angry, helpless

, sad, but in the end he lowered his head, knowing that his destiny is now controlled by Meng Xiaoan. As long as this bastard waits for her to be free, she will crush every bone in his body.

Fujiwara Hide's face was about to bleed, but he didn't dare to make a single ### sound.

Meng Xiaoan suddenly flicked the cigarette butt, exhaled a pleasant breath of smoke, and then put his hand inside the clothes. It was very warm inside, and the warmth made Meng Xiaoan, a pervert, very happy. Fujiwara Hide was different, and suddenly he felt beaten all over his body.

She felt excited. She felt Meng Xiaoan's hands constantly rubbing/rubbing her breasts, which was very depressing and comfortable. Her lips were slightly open, as if she was tempting Meng Xiaoan.

The feeling of holding Yingying was so good. Meng Xiaoan's fingers drew small circles on her breasts. This action made Fujiwara Hide almost collapse to the ground, but it seemed that it was not far away, and it seemed that he could no longer control it.

Already.

Meng Xiaoan suddenly smiled evilly and covered Fujiwara Hide's gorgeous lips with his other hand.

The middle finger of his left hand had already been placed in Fujiwara Hide's mouth. Fujiwara Hide said ###, and his delicate hand grasped Meng Xiaoan's wrist, seemingly refusing to let him pull away.

So easy to get emotional? Meng Xiaoan was slightly surprised. She had never been a virgin, and she had never been touched by a man. Damn, her character really exploded this time.

The lust in Meng Xiaoan's eyes gradually became hot, and his magic hand suddenly pulled out and grabbed Fujiwara Hide's jade hand.

What is he going to do? Fujiwara Hide can't figure it out, but he has no intention of struggling at all. She knows that struggling will make Meng Xiaoan even more angry. She would rather Meng Xiaoan be like this than be with that wolf-dog idiot.

That would be worse than killing her.

Meng Xiaoan was quite satisfied with her reaction, no, very, very satisfied.
To be continued...