: How the animal blood boils

A ray of fire flashed in the darkness, and the sudden passing light reflected on a cold-faced fat man's face. The fat man took two puffs to light a cigarette, and the room plunged into darkness again with only the fading cigarette butts. Standing still for a while, the red cigarette slowly moved forward, up and down with the pace.
　　 Suddenly, red light flashed!
　　 drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed heavily on the ground, making a loud noise.
　　 For a long time, a vague figure fumbled and turned on the light in the dark, with a blue nose and a swollen Jingguan with half a cigarette in his mouth, and shouted angrily: "My Di Polo! Who's his mother put the bachelor box on the ground?"
　　 kicked away the models running around with one kick, Jingguan's eyes patrolled on the console, and finally landed on two extra-large machetes. The two knives have thick and thin backs, black blades all over, and only sharp edges. At this time, they are stuck on the chopping board in a figure eight shape. The teak handles that are raised up high are like two giant cannons rising into the sky, pointing straight into the sky.
　　 Jingguan strode forward, and as he passed by the chopping board, he stretched out his hand and flicked the back of the knife. With a clenched sound, a faint dragon roar came out of the dust, and the room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of all footsteps.
　　 walked to the freezer and pulled open the cabinet door forcefully. There were dozens of white fleshy bodies with frost hanging on the iron hook and swinging gently. Jingguan spit out the cigarette in his mouth, gazes across the body of the many pugs, and pats a white fleshy hip in front of him. It seems that he feels quite satisfied with the opponent. He stretched out his hand and took the naked flesh to himself. Take off the hook and carry it on your shoulders.
When 　　 turned around, he grabbed his free left hand in the cage next to the freezer, and a screaming Chickin girl fell into his palm. Walking back to the cutting board, shaking his shoulders and throwing the meat on the table, his right hand squeezed Chikein’s head and twisted it hard. Amidst the crackling sound of a fracture, the young Chike was interrupted by Juli Shengsheng’s dying cry. Stuffed in the throat.
　　 His hands were flying, feathers falling in the sky, and the broken hair that was stuck on Jingguan's face and body was washed away by the stream of sweat, and rolled down the hideous scars all over his body. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he threw Chickin's body on the chopping board. Jingguan used two knives to chop off Chickin's head and limbs in just one shot. Then he cut through Chick'in's belly with a single hand, and pulled one hand in, and in a short while, he cleared all the internal organs from his body.
　　 Throwing away the debris in his hand, and throwing the corpse of Chikein into the boiling water with the other hand, Jingguan's eyes returned to the flesh of the dog.
　　手起
　　 knife fall
　　 A whole piece of buttocks separated from the body, and when it was right in the center of the cutting board, Jingguan once again swung his double knives, gave a low drink, and left pieces of afterimages in the air.
　　 minced meat splashes!
　　The blood frozen into ice fell on Jingguan's hot body, turning into red dots, and then flew into the air again with the swing of his body.
After 　　 the flesh and blood flew across, the official's double knives re-stabbed the chopping board, and his left hand pulled the greasy apron on his chest and threw the thick tarpaulin to the far corner. With a right hand stretched out, he uncovered the lid on the basin, took out a large ball of raw, tender flour, and placed it on the operating table.
　　 The thick hands were squeezed, pressed, kneaded, and beaten vigorously. The snow-white dough was constantly changing shape like Lanlan's plump breasts, and the panting sound became heavier...
　　 Finally, after a long sigh, a two-foot-long and thick stick appeared in Jingguan's hand, rolling continuously.
　　 About a quarter of an hour passed, and the sloth sitting in the hall was the seventeenth time he got up and looked inside, but there was nothing but darkness. As he was about to get up for the eighteenth time, the sound of heavy footsteps broke the silence of the night, and an eight-foot-tall man walked out with two large sea bowls.
　　 Jingguan turned his hands over, and the two large sea bowls flew toward the sloth flatly, and fell heavily on the table. "Woke up Lao Tzu in the middle of the night just to eat two bowls of wonton noodles in chicken soup?" Jingguan asked, staring at the sloth with wide eyes.
　　 The sloth opened his bow from left to right, with both hands, hurriedly swept two bowls of wonton noodles into his mouth.
　　 "This is not good." Jingguan shook his head and said.
"Yes Yes."
　　 "Twenty-three and a half dollars."
　　 The sloth took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and threw it on the table, panicking and getting up to leave. "Stop!" Jingguan shouted violently, scared the sloth almost fell to the ground.
　　 "Who do you think I am?" Jingguan narrowed his eyes and stared at the sloth.
　　 "No... nothing else... other meanings." The sloth shivered and said, "Extras are a tip, no need to look for them."
　　 "Who is looking for money for you?" Jingguan threw the banknotes to the sloth: "For two fifty ones!"
　　 Looking at the figure that was rolling away and crawling away, Jingguan raised his arms and shouted: "Who else!!!"
　　 (Who else: It’s pronounced ‘Kampas’ in Mongolian)
　　 stood for a moment, tucked the two banknotes in his hand into his underwear, the Jing official clapped his hands and turned around to leave. A hoarse voice floated from the corner: "It's impossible to treat guests this way. The consequences are serious and the boss is very angry!"
　　 took out a bag of crumpled ‘Nanjing’ from his pocket, and a box of matches appeared in Jingguan’s palm like magic, and he flicked his fingers. UU reading www. One after another, cigarettes twisted into various shapes fly into the air one after another. Jingguan raised his head and opened his mouth wide, waiting...waiting...
　　 But none of the cigarettes fell into his mouth. All the cigarettes fell on the shiny bald head of the boss. The boss with a head of shredded tobacco stood up with a gloomy face, and spit out two words from his dry lips: "Fuck off."
　　 curled his mouth, put the cigarette case close to his mouth, rolled his tongue, and finally a cigarette fell between his lips. He squeezed the cigarette case into a ball, and threw his hand at the feet of the boss. Jingguan took out a match and struck his chest covered with black hair, and a wisp of blue smoke floated up amid the soft noise.
　　 lit his cigarette, took two sips, Jingguan also spit out two words: "My day!"
　　 The boss seemed to be a little frightened. He squatted and hid himself in the shadow. He still seemed to feel the official's fierce gaze. After a while, he said: "I will pay you tomorrow."
　　 In the darkness again, Jingguan walked on his hands and feet, raised his legs and walked into the bathroom cautiously, gently turned on the faucet, moistened the towel with warm water, and carefully wiped his body. The minced meat and blood stains stuck to his naked chest were spilled from the lush chest hair. After wiping, he wiped one side with soap wrapped in a wet towel, and then wiped one side of the body with clean water.
　　 sang a small song while rubbing it, seemingly not worried about losing his job.
　　 After doing this three times, convinced that the smell of flesh and blood is no longer on the body, then he sneaked into the bedroom naked. When he walked to the bed, he took out the scented banknotes from his underwear, one was tucked under the mattress, and the other was placed beside the sleeping woman's pillow. Leaning over and kissing the woman's forehead softly, she said softly, "My dear, this one is for you."
　　 went to the study in the dark, closed the door gently, turned on the light, opened the notebook, and typed a line of words on the computer...
　　Beast blood is boiling!