Chapter 985: Chess and Cards (Part 2)

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The massage girl was a little distracted. Perhaps for this reason, she also had some extra feelings under her hands. It is both sensitive and enjoyable, and there is an unspeakable sour taste, which is stirred up and down.
At this moment, Ms. Mura's voice came again from her ear: "We are very close in shape, all of which are of medium height, but of the body type ..."
"Uh?"
"Lipstick is a color number, the perfume is similar, maybe we have the same hobby ... Do you like fitness?" Ms. Mora fiddled with the cards in her hand a few times and threw it back to the table. It seems that I am too lazy to communicate with the host without gambling, but I am interested in the future.
The magic scene is ahead, and the massage girl is inevitably nervous: "Fitness, ah, yes."
"How many weekly maintenance?"
"Two ... twice."
"Makeup is also good, which kind of cream is used?"
"..."
"Liquid foundation?
"Hair removal liquid?
"Bra?"
The continuous inquiries completely confused the massage girl. Questions that could have been answered easily became stumbling.
After all, these are women's instincts, and she finally managed to answer them.
Ms. Mura nodded: "It's true, but it's a pity that there is no other effect other than self-deception."
Massage girl: "..."
The blood demon chuckled across the table: "You are here again."
"It's just a statement of facts. The texture is obvious, the pores are thick, the spots are colorful, the oil is too much, oh, and the body odor ... I'm sorry I'm so keen, especially if you still have a middle-aged and old woman like me."
Mura's thumb was rubbed all the way on the back of the massage girl's hand until it was loosened at the wrist. At the end, he shook it and shrugged, making his exposed body area more dynamic and dynamic, and made a perfect counterexample:
"Envy? Clean, cool, tender, zero flaws.
"Is it jealous? Once you lose your youth, you will never be able to find it again. Before that, you haven't had time to fill your heart, and then all your actions will just be a desperate struggle under despair.
"The goals you envy and jealousy, you can't do it in your life, you can't even expect her to fall to the same level as you. In this case, jealousy is right, rich psychological activity is the only highest level in your physical and mental framework s things.
"Of course it can never satisfy you, but only to be someone else, such as my joke ..."
The massage girl was stupid there, forgetting to be angry for a moment, completely ignorant of how to react in the next step.
The blood demon rolled his eyes: "What are you talking about here, there are more things in the family history, don't look at all the comparisons, psychological construction may be stronger than you. I knew you were still so bad, I will find you a If you are capable, it is better to be on the side of the body. "
"Oh?"
"You said, the vulgars are unsightly, the awakeners are starting to get better, the architects are barely impressive, they will be cute only when they are extraordinary ... The problem is that my career here has just started, can't you find Wu Lu to pinch your shoulders? "
"This expectation is very good!"
Mura laughed loudly, with dark red lip gloss and snow-white teeth, which constituted an extremely beautiful and intuitive visual effect. Although there was no female restraint, it was the most appreciated by the blood demon.
However, Mura quickly shook her head: "I would rather find a pinker one than a hard-to-bitten stone, a little boy can do it. It tastes good."
"Oh, you must have been dumped by the Emperor Wu."
"Just didn't find a way to cook."
"That's the fancy of the most tender and extraordinary species at the moment? Once upon a time, you are synonymous with" pink "!"
"Pink tender? Do you mean Ronan?" Mo stretched his hand to beckon to the blood demon. The latter understood, and flicked a cigarette over.
At this time, it was the turn of the massage girl to realize the value, but the latter is now completely sluggish and unresponsive. Murat didn't care either. He started smoking and didn't need to do anything. The front of the cigarette automatically ignited:
"This is a new dish that continues to add ingredients to the pan. The recipe looks good ..."
"It's obviously good to play chess!" The incident on Zeolite Beach, no matter how much they dilute in their words, will be attentive in nature, but only in depth.
"It's hard to say anything else, it's really interesting to stimulate the Blood Flame Regiment ... The style is novel and the posture is beautiful." The blood demon wanted to discuss it with Mora. "You don't give it to him. What's this? Speaking of that, he is also a psychic, aren't you a better judge? "
After all, the latest version of poker in the plan, ah, is a "magazine" and will soon be put on the market. How to position the cutting-edge newcomer to a large extent determines the authority of the list.
Even when playing, authority is a must.
He forcibly bought magazines for fun, not to be a clown.
Murat vomits clouds and fogs: "I said he is a dish, you prefer to go on chess ... Well, he can also be regarded as a cook, an interesting cook, think about it is really greedy, but not now. Well, there is one more thing to emphasize. Not all supernatural beings are cute and mouth-watering. Some people are destined to be rotten and ugly spokespersons, as well as jealous and vicious piggy banks ... "
"Stop, stop!" The blood demon hurriedly stopped. "Words and deeds must be traced. I know that you and the dead witch don't share the same day, but don't add chaos to me, okay? I'm a man with industry now. In particular, I ca n’t stand the torment of the two psychics ... She is far away in Putrajaya, but the apprentice is in Teecheng. You have to toss him to get angry. "
"Xingwu is also in Teetown? It's quite filial! Besides, I didn't say it was her, you said it."
"..."
Mura took a long breath, and the cigarette burned directly to the bottom, and then sprayed out. The smoke was like an arrow, hitting the blood demon's face, and then got up:
"Unfortunately, I just passed by and could not stay for a long time, left!"
The blood demon doesn't mind, it's just weird: "It's so rare to be so lively in Tittytown. You're all here, don't you get involved?"
"Visit relatives, feel like an arrow."
"What's your relationship with Tiansha Lone Star? It's not always bloodline sensing ... it's a psychic."
"Private questions, no response."
Mura stopped talking more, took one of the coats, took a kiss on the massage girl's cheek, and then strode out.
Behind the door, she looked back and smiled, pointing to her lips, and gave a massage to the massage girl: "Bye, mother-in-law, I hope there is another person in this world who hates me.
In a word, her figure flickered and she couldn't see her in a blink of an eye.
"My grass!"
The blood demon finally recovered, jumped up and wanted to run, and finally he was a step late. Mura's imprisonment on the massage girl was broken silently due to the time limit and strength, and the last spiritual wave was overflowing.
The eerie thoughts from an uncertain and distant area, like the fast-growing toadstools on the rotten wood roots after the rain, quickly manifested on the massage girl, and drove her eyes to shift slightly in the eye sockets and looked coldly. .
Damn it!
The blood demon cursed in his heart, but quickly controlled his expression, and showed a big smile to the massage girl who had become a temporary parasite:
"Witch woman, how come you always have time to come? Brother Xingwu is working hard every day as your signal tower, it is really hard ..."
The massage girl "planted mushrooms" stared at him and opened her mouth, but there was no voice. In fact, she "speaked", but her spirit and flesh were not harmonious, and her mind and body were not synchronized.
The blood demon is not surprising, even if this dead witch is the strongest psychic in the world, but after a long distance, after two transfers, he then breaks through the prohibition under another extraordinary level of psychic and controls a stranger. The flesh is too difficult.
The "dead witch", that is, the "witch woman" in his mouth and the "dead witch" in his heart, has never been a patient guy.
After another second, the massaging girl's face with heavy makeup, the expression suddenly became very strange, the lips were slightly tickled, like a smile, and then twisted, misplaced ... and even cracked.
The beautiful dealer on the other side, just saw this scene, trying to scream, but let the air pour into the throat, the whole person twitched.
The moment before the whole face fell apart, there was finally a voice:
"I am the editor-in-chief."
"I ... good, good, even more powerful!" The blood demon quickly reached a consensus with this one.
As for whether this man is simply competing with Murra, he still has a more in-depth calculation; in the future, this excessively luxurious editorial department will provoke what kind of chaos, which can still be considered.
The conversation ended and the massage girl ended her mission.
The consequence of being forcibly controlled by extraordinary powers is that the whole face and even the skin and bones above the chest are suddenly torn and decomposed, just like a rotten watermelon that has been taken care of by the wind splitting knife method, and a lot of body fluid and sticky juice are sprayed, Plopped on the gaming table.
The scream of the beauty dealer finally broke through her throat and staggered back, but the twelve-centimeter high heel could not support a trembling body. She fell down on the ground without two steps, and the screaming shook. It ’s just that the hands and feet are used together, retreating back desperately, to distance yourself from this horror scene and the horror.
On the other side, the blood demon was too lazy to even touch his eyelids, but just stretched out his hand and wiped it on his bare chest. Unexpectedly, he rubbed a bit of plasma. He sighed, licked it to his mouth, and tasted it:
"Sour."
With a spit, he stretched his foot and kicked the "former editor-in-chief" who was stunned by blood and was still comatose: "Hey, wake up, my editor room will be changed to the president's room. . "
After the moaning back to his spirit, the blood demon looked back at a wolf table: "Yes, the people who hate you will not increase or decrease, and the business will not be lost or profitable ... just have fun."
Most of the far-away Mura could not hear it, and the blood demon only talked about it. He sighed again and turned to look at the beauty dealer who had collapsed, showing a very frank smile:
"Don't be afraid, I'm not as real as Mura. I have always been bogey. Anyway, it's all the same. Let's just let go and enjoy it?"
The heartbreaking screams are destined not to pass the walls of the villa, but the soul waves emitted by the extremely frightened and desperate people are sharper than any sound waves for the keen psychic.
On the street, Murat, who was walking with his hands in his hands and walking in steps, now pouted his lips, but his eyes were thrown into the sky, looking at the gloomy clouds, and also trying to capture the "dark areas" that loomed deeper, and An illusion of illusion.
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