Chapter 5: Big man (5)

The bird is also tempered.
Hey, it can, but you can't run it.
He was stunned by the big bird, and he felt that he was knowing that he was personally aware of it, and he was exploding.
"I'm dying……"
Chen also gave a mourning to the 444 in his heart. The man turned his eyes and turned his legs. His hands hanged and he passed out.
He woke up and was wrapped in a mummy. The culprit was sitting in a chair with long legs stacked freely, with a book in his hand. The facial lines seemed to be more gentle and gentle under the lamp, a kind of old-fashioned professor.
Chen was shocked and thrilled. "What time is it?"
Qin Feng opened a page, and gold-rimmed glasses covered his eyes. "It’s just past nine."
Chen is relieved, that's good, not yet twenty-four hours.
He is pumping his mouth, isn't it, why am I lucky?
It’s better to die in both the horizontal and the vertical.
The next second, the room rang, "You have been sleeping for three days."
Chen turned his eyes and died.
Qin Feng continued to read the book, and the eyelids did not blink. "Give you five minutes to explain."
The mummies on the bed did not move.
"You have been wasting a minute."
The mummies still do not move.
Qin Feng opened a page, the fingers of the knots were randomly placed in the corner of the book, and the palm of the hand was a layer of cockroaches, releasing the killing power in silence.
"The three small ones in the backyard didn't eat much tonight, and the night time was almost there."
"I fuck!"
Chen broke his mouth and the three small ones in the other's mouth were just adult Tibetan mastiffs.
"Is there a mistake, I am being treated as a meat bone, and my blood is blurred, my mother is me!"
Qin Feng is still that gesture. "So, when is the medicine put into the drink?"
Chen looked away from the eyes, "What, what medicine?"
Qin Feng combined the book.
Just this action, let the air pressure in the room to the lowest.
Chen and his teeth trembled. This person has a memorable face. The temperament is gentle and elegant. The value of the evil thoughts is full. It is more horrible than the kind of face-faced meat. It is even scary to kill and set fire.
He calmly said, "Golden has monitoring every angle, you can send people to investigate."
Qin Feng checked and found nothing.
The act of three days ago was extremely epileptic, not that he would make it under waking.
At that time, Qin Feng’s consciousness was restored. He was full of smells, and his mouth was mixed with unclear things. The surrounding area was in a mess. The air was filled with messy tastes. The people under him were just like rag dolls. Too bad, almost died.
For a stranger, that distorted monopoly is simply absurd.
Qin Feng left people to the present, that is, there is doubt.
Since the other party can't give what he wants, there is no need to stay.
Chen saw that he didn't respond. He slowly sat up and grinned. "Can I go now?"
Qin Feng picked up his eyelids. "Don't want to point out something?"
Chen shook his head again.
Qin Feng seems to laugh and laugh.
Chen is wearing a hair, "Why... would you pay me a fare?"
Qin Feng faintly said, "Come on."
Chen’s face changed greatly.
What do you want to do?

His brain is derailed. "I am a golden person. When you took me away that day, many people saw that if I had an accident with you, you couldn't get rid of it."
Qin Feng leaned back and looked up, "I am so scared."
Chen screamed in his heart, and he smiled on the face. "Second Lord, I am selling it, it is not worth your trouble."
"You feel that I am disgusting and dirty your eyes. I will roll right away."
Qin Feng heads first, the tip of the shoe is careless, "Go and see me."
Chen’s eyes twitched, and he struggled to squat down. At half, the pain was gone.
Try again, Chen’s painful face twisted together and simply broke the can.
"You are an old metamorphosis, the technology is smashed into slag, like a mad dog. The whole bird can see the bird up and down. Do you know how silly you are like a swaying bird?!"
A few of the men outside the door heard that they shouldn’t listen. They were trembled and faceless, and they could not dig their ears.
Qin Feng’s voice is cold and cold,
take away.

Chen, who was so refreshed, was thrown into a big room. He was carrying a Tibetan mastiff and was worthless for himself. He just couldn’t help but watch the birds, touched the bird’s head, and paid a big price. He is at night.
"444, help, I am really dying."
444, "Hey, what?"
Chen is still in the corner, as if he is a big enemy. "It’s a long story. In short, I am surrounded by three dogs. They are all yelling at me."
444, "Hey, the situation seems not very optimistic."
"Crap!"
Chen and even the wounds on his body didn't know the pain. He slammed to the west, and then he ran to the east, trying to make the three big dizziness and scare.
"What to do, 444, I can't go tonight, I will be pulled out by the three dogs tomorrow."
He was so painful and anxious to announce the result, "The first mission will fail."
444, "Hey, wait a moment."
Chen counted the number of seconds. At six o'clock, there was a piece of content in his mind. "What?"
444, "Hey, there is a cinnabar in the heart of the target. It has been dead for many years. This is the only love letter that the other party wrote to him during his lifetime. Only he knows it."
"So I read, will the mad dog take me as a reincarnation of cinnabar?"
Chen went out and said, "No matter what, the dead horse is a living horse doctor."
He looked up and shouted and shouted. "You are the snow in the winter. I am the little grass in the snow. You have been hugging me and warming me."
The two guards outside were blindfolded.
"It’s crazy, it’s all the time. The kid inside is still reading poetry. Is he scared?

"Is this poetry? I see you are crazy."
Their bodies suddenly shook, and they feared, "Two Lords."
Qin Feng stood at the door, the whole person was completely trapped in the shadows, everything was blurred, only his unusual breathing, and the chill that continued to emanate.
"Do you know, I saw you for the first time, I liked you, you are like a ray of sunshine, illuminating my world."
The dear one that Chen had brewed in his mouth had not been called out, and he heard a bang, and the door was pushed open.
A tall, gloomy figure approached him, wrapped in a cold smell.
The Tibetan Mastiff was scared to the ground and pretended to die.
Qin Feng walked over step by step, and Chen stepped back step by step, hitting the wall on his back, and he took a nap on the ice.
"How much I want to..."
Chen sneaked his fingers, biting his tongue, licking his body, and a set of self-mutilation. His eyes finally turned red, his body trembled, and his voice choked.
"How much I want to hold you again... kiss you... my dearest... seal..."