Chapter 932: : How should I punish you

Just now Li Nanfang and Yang Xiao were tortured, how safe was the Ham and the mother, Ai Weier, who was hanging upside down in the coconut grove, could see clearly.
Ai Weier's heart was broken when she saw Li Nanfang who seemed to be crazy and kicked out by Yang Xiao.
She wanted to scream, "Stop hitting, please don't hit him again!"
But I didn't shout.
At first, he shouted and shouted for nothing, Yang Xiao would never listen to her.
Secondly, she was afraid that her shouting would distract Li Nanfang and make the already bad situation worse.
The only thing she can do is to stretch her right hand over there as much as possible to let the tears flow. When she was distressed and hard to breathe, she did not delay praying to God, and asked his old man to show his spirit to take away the evil spirit Yang Xiao.
Nianzai was very touching when she was hung upside down on the coconut tree as a sausage with her naked ass. God reluctantly agreed to her and stopped Yang Xiao from continuing to abuse Li Nanfang.
However, God didn't take Yang Xiao away-oh, this evildoer is not a Westerner, he doesn't listen to God's instructions at all.
If you want to take him away, you have to go east to China Shenzhou, and you have to invite Taishang Laojun to go out in person.
Fortunately, Yang Xiao's humanity flashed next. When the mother and son Ham were about to go to bliss, he shot in time and transformed into a super midwife. The mother and son came alive.
The process is simply too exciting.
It made Ai Weier forget that she was suffering from the suffering of hanging upside down, and the severe pain of her broken arm.
Especially when the child cried out, Ai Weier almost clapped and applauded.
It wasn't until Ham hugged the child, nestled in Li Nanfang's arms with a happy face, Yang Xiao had a smile on his face, and when he walked slowly with his hands on his back, did Ai Weier suddenly wake up and realize Her crisis has not been resolved yet.
The unspeakable fear of Yang Xiao immediately surrounded her tightly, causing severe pain in her arm, which was also magnified countless times. The painful Ai Weier could no longer bear it, only moaning and groaning.
"Does it hurt?"
Yang Xiao walked over, bent down and picked up the grass whip on the ground, gently swept her body with the whip, and asked with a disgusting sneer.
Ai Weier didn't say a word, gritted her teeth tightly, and closed her eyes.
She admitted.
No matter how Yang Xiao tortured her.
She didn't think that Yang Xiao could circumvent her crime of "betrayal" after she saved Ham's mother and son with her kind heart.
"Open your eyes."
Yang Xiao said lightly and sat cross-legged in front of her.
Ai Weier didn't want to listen to him.
No way.
There seemed to be an irresistible magic in Yang Xiao's voice, causing her to slowly open her eyes.
Yang Xiao raised his hand and pulled her hair away, revealing the pale and charming face, caressing her tender face, enjoying it.
Ordinarily, Ai Weier should be very disgusted with Yang Xiao touching her like this.
Because it's frivolous.
She is a self-respecting woman again.
But in fact, Ai Weier did not feel frivolous.
Just like, when Yang Xiao caressed her tender face, he didn't have any impure thoughts, but simply felt that her skin was good, just like a girl would basically pull over and sniff when she saw flowers.
"ask you a question."
When Yang Xiao's left shoulder sank, and when he shook his lower body, his delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
When he sat down, he touched the wound on his butt.
He didn't unfasten his pants to take a look--no need to look, he also knew that there was a circular, tooth mark on his butt, which was bleeding outward.
When Li Nanfang bit his like a mad dog, he used his full strength and didn't tear off a piece of meat on the spot, he was already blessed by King Xuanyuan.
Alas, when he became a very beautiful Yang Coffin and took a bath in the bathroom alone, what would he think when he saw this scar on his butt?
The white jade is flawed.
After sighing with shame in his heart, Yang Xiao suddenly thought of a remedy.
If you have a tattoo on your and make the wound into a bright peony flower or something, you should be able to cover the flaw.
"In the future, what will happen to that when he sees that flower-----I yeah! Why should I let him see it?"
Yang Xiao was inexplicably thinking of Li Nanfang's disgusting face when he stared at his ass, and then he became sober.
He felt very hot on his face.
Blushing to death.
Fortunately, this is in the coconut grove, the light is relatively dark, and Ai Weier with severe arm pain should not be seen.
"If she sees it, then kill her."
When Yang Xiao thought so gloomily in secret, Ai Weier trembled and said, "You, you say."
"Do you think, how should I punish you?"
As Yang Xiao said, he put five fingers on Ai Weier's face with his right hand, and stroked it back and forth.
His five fingers are slender and white. Such hands should play the piano to interpret the moving music, and use the brush to paint the wonderful human landscape, but it is the hand of a devil.
Now Ai Weier already knows that before Yang Xiao sneaked aboard Fergie's cruise ship, he had killed 47 elite members of the London Black Dragon group in one fell swoop, which can be described as annihilated.
Most people are crushed by these artistic hands.
Therefore, it makes sense for Ai Weier to regard Yang Xiao's hand as a demon's hand.
The feeling of being caressed on the face by a demon's hand that didn't know how many people's throats was crushed was simply terrible.
The severe pain of the broken arm couldn't suppress Ai Weier's nausea.
However, instead of waiting for her to open her mouth and spit it out, Yang Xiao quickly nodded behind her back.
Then, Ai Weier's desire to vomit completely disappeared.
Yang Xiao retracted his hand, frowned and said, "I don't like being spit out dirty when talking to others."
After a pause, he said again: "If you have to vomit, you can. But, I will let you eat the things you vomit."
"I, I don't know how you would punish me."
Thinking of what he vomited and was forced to eat it back, Ai Weier became sick again, but she didn't dare to show it, and quickly changed the subject.
"Just know you can't guess it."
Yang Xiao smiled triumphantly, lowered his head, picked up a shell, and drew it on the ground where moonlight could shine.
Condescending Ai Weier, a little curious about what he wanted to paint, stared at it with wide-eyed eyes.
Yang Xiao paints individuals.
woman.
He draws very fast, absolutely in one go, without the slightest pause, soon someone appeared in Ai Weier's sight.
Ai Weier stared at the painting blankly, and was silent for a long time before exclaiming from the bottom of his heart: "Well, if you paint, you will be the best painter in the world."
The woman Yang Xiao painted is exactly Ai Weier.
The idiom Weixiao is no longer enough to describe how much Yang Xiao painted her.
Especially those eyes, as if they were alive.
Don't forget, this is on the sand.
If it is on the drawing board, it is estimated that after he finally puts the eye on the portrait of Ai Weier, she will walk directly off the drawing board.
It's next to draw her very much.
The key is that when Yang Xiao painted, he adopted a very clever three-dimensional technique-the Ai Weier in the painting was also hanging upside down on a tree.
The ends of the hair falling down and the ends of the real Aiweier's hair are just right connected.
It is as if this piece of sand is not sand, but water.
The painting on the sand is her reflection.
"Really? Hehe, I think so too."
Being praised from the bottom of the heart is the greatest enjoyment for Yang Xiao. When he chuckles, his hostility is obviously reduced a lot.
Ai Weier, who has great skill in observing words and colors, immediately caught this point keenly: "Last fall, I participated in the World Art Exhibition held in London. The exhibition brought together the best painters from 37 countries. Among them. A portrait of a person won the special prize of that exhibition. It was a work by a painter from France. We were all shocked by his work. We felt that the person in that painting was a living person. Only by a wizard I used the magic and stuck it on the canvas."
Yang Xiao didn't interrupt, but his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
Ai Weier looked in her eyes again, more sure that she had not made a mistake in her judgment, and immediately praised the French painter again.
According to her description, the French painter is definitely the first person in the world, and no one else can do it.
As Ai Weier said, she secretly observed the changes in Yang Xiao's face.
Although the light in the coconut grove was not good, she could still see his eyes and gradually became gloomy.
Especially the body exudes obvious hostility.
With his right hand, he even unconsciously picked up the grass whip.
Just when Yang Xiao was holding the grass whip on the back of his right hand, and there seemed to be blue veins protruding, Ai Weier spoke in time: "But after I read your paintings, I learned that the French painter's works are just Just rubbish."
She wanted to say that it was purely a child's graffiti.
But when it came to my lips, it was changed to garbage in time.
First praise the French painter, and then use him to set off Yang Xiao's painting skills. This is a rather advanced contrast.
It is also a high-level shooting horse.
Sure enough, after Ai Weier finished speaking, the hostility that made her frightened disappeared.
The grass whip, also seemingly casual, fell on the ground.
"It turns out I have a talent for flattering."
The woman despised herself in her heart, and then she was relieved.
If slaps on Yang Xiao's flattery can make her escape cruel punishment, then Ai Weier would rather become a brazen person.
Yang Xiao smiled: "Hehe, are you making me happy? I feel that as long as I am happy, I won't punish you anymore."
That's what it means.
Ai Weier said silently in her heart, but she said: "I am not as naive as you said. What kind of person are you? I have heard Li Nanfang talk about it. In just a few minutes, Send 47 members of the black dragon group full of evil spirits to hell. How can a hero like you, a great hero for the people, care about my little woman's beating?"
"Well, what you said is reasonable."
Yang Xiao was obviously floating, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Then tell me again, how do you see that my painting skills are superior to any Chinese painter you praised highly?"
"It's France."
Ai Weier first gave a hint and said sincerely: "The author doesn't know how long it took and how much effort it took to show us the most satisfying work for every work in the exhibition. .It’s like you, just scratching the ground a few times at random, and you have already painted me. If, if you give you a month, or even longer, to paint me-----tsk, I’m a little scared. I'm afraid there will be another Ai Weier in the world from now on."
"It's not as exaggerated as you said, no matter how realistic the painting is, it will be a painting after all."
Yang Xiao wanted to stretch his face, pretending to be indifferent.
It's just that after hearing the shameless praise from others, he really couldn't help laughing and laughing.
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