Chapter 869: : I admit you are a man

The two confidants are very guilty for not being able to complete the boss's orders.
Why did the boss ask Ai Weier to take it?
Not to stop her from resisting and struggling.
Didn't you see how angry the boss was after his face was scratched by her?
There are so many ways to make the beautiful president not struggle and resist when he is violated.
Among them, the method of tying her hands and feet to the bed with ropes and letting the boss pick them is definitely the most economical.
Mr. Liszt was very pleased with the behavior of the two confidants.
Taking off the black top hat on his head and taking off the second pair of work clothes, Liszt walked to the bed and looked at Ai Weier, who had been struggling desperately, with blood on his wrist, and sighed slightly: "Oh, beautiful Madam, why are you torturing yourself? I will feel bad."
"Pooh!"
Ai Weier, unable to move his hands and feet, saw Li Nanfang running out of the cabin. After the cruise ship was bombed and died of hatred in the sea, she was completely silent, and she would never imagine who else would be. In her most dangerous moment, she suddenly appeared.
She knows very well that no one can change her sad fate.
She didn't want to die.
Dead, you will never see her cute little princess again.
She can only live with humiliation, even if she really gives birth to Liszt-only by living can she do what she wants to do.
Therefore, when she rushed to Liszt's face bitterly and spit, it meant that she had given up resisting.
From her desperate eyes, Liszt understood what she was thinking.
Happy in my heart.
It is possible for Ai Weier, who is like a white peony, to give him a child willingly, but it is much stronger than him.
Raising his hand to wipe the drool off his face, Liszt slowly sat on the edge of the bed and said softly: "Avery, I let you go, you cooperate with me."
Ai Weier bit her lip tightly and stared at him fiercely, without speaking for a while.
Liszt knew that she was undergoing the most intense struggle at this time.
Want to give up, but not reconciled.
Not giving up, but desperate.
Liszt took out his mobile phone, turned on the video player, and placed it flat in front of Ai Weier.
Ai Weier only took a look, then closed her eyes in pain. When she turned her face, tears were already dripping from the corners of her eyes.
The video was recorded on-site with a mobile phone while Liszt was on the deck of the container.
Ten murderous men, each threw down a woman, savagely tore their clothes apart, haha ​​laughter, and the screams of women intersect together, forming an unusually evil scene.
When Liszt showed this video to Ai Weier, he was warning her that if she didn’t obediently obey his request, she would be dragged on the deck like other women, and subjected to the brutal force of those brazen men. It will definitely be horrible.
Although she was unwilling to become Liszt's forbidding, there is no doubt that she can only avoid a more tragic fate if she agrees.
"How do you think it over?"
Liszt bent over, like lips, in Ai Weier's crystal ear: "If you want, just nod. I won't force you."
If God hears Liszt’s words like this, he will definitely be stunned:
You tie people’s children to the bed, prepare the overlord to slam the bow, and show people the video, threatening her not to follow your meaning, and throw her away. On the deck, it was ruined by dozens of younger brothers. Isn't that compelling?"
After ten seconds, Ai Weier nodded slowly.
She nodded very slightly, but Liszt could see very clearly.
I was ecstatic in my heart ---- repeatedly saying that Ai Weier, I love you, you are going to have a baby for me and so on, Liszt began to undress.
Because of the excitement in his heart, Liszt's movement began to deform.
This made him very angry. He simply grabbed the collar with both hands and jerked around.
With a stab, the second pair of work shirts were torn open, revealing the furry chest.
At the same time, his whole body exudes a strong smell of male hormones.
Ai Weier still closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling softly.
She knew that her destiny had completely changed from this moment.
From then on, she was a walking dead.
She lived with humiliation, just to see her daughter in the future.
If she were to see her daughter now, she would bite her tongue and kill herself immediately, defending her innocence with death.
"Avery, do you know? I have lived for 37 years. Only at this moment can I deeply feel that I am the protagonist of this world."
After taking off his clothes and untied the rope that bound Ai Weier's hands and feet, Liszt's voice when he spoke again began to tremble.
Ai Weier kept her eyes closed, bit her lip, and kept hinting in her heart that she should be bitten by a dog next.
It hurts to be bitten by a dog, but it's not a big deal.
What really makes people feel broken is waiting for the moment before being bitten by a dog.
Have you gotten a needle?
At present, Ai Weier’s real feeling is when he waits for the doctor to lift the needle to pierce it down.
She waited, waited.
It seems that after a century of waiting, the needle has not been pierced.
Instead, there was a clear sound of a lighter.
Then, the smell of tobacco quickly permeated the room.
It seems, with a strong breath.
"Why hasn't he come yet? Did he change his mind and don't want to assault me?"
Ai Weier raised her eyebrows a few times. When she thought about it this way, she heard someone ask, "I am the protagonist tonight. Are you right?"
boom!
This sound, like a thunder, suddenly exploded from the depths of Ai Weier's consciousness.
Let her delicate body tremble suddenly.
The tears that had stopped because of extreme despair, burst out from the corner of his eyes like a bursting bank.
The cells in her body are singing happily.
The blood circulation speed increased to such an extent that her heart could not bear it, so she just sat up abruptly and hugged a person's body with her hands.
She didn't open her eyes, nor did she open her eyes after hugging the person.
She didn't need to open her eyes, and knew that the man she was holding at the moment was the man she was thinking about during this period of time.
Suddenly, the man in a semi-conscious state, lying in her plump arms, opened his mouth to hold a blush, and the scene of greedily sucking her sweet milk was very clear in her mind, and it rose up.
She opened her mouth and let out a short cry, then shut her mouth and bit the man's shoulder.
Her body was trembling as if she had been electrified, and her heartbeat almost popped out of her chest.
The world-famous hero she longed for did not disappoint her, and at the moment of her most despair, she appeared in front of her like a soldier.
Ai Weier did not want to think about how Li Nanfang was not killed on the cruise ship.
As long as he is there and can be truly embraced by her, it is enough!
Suddenly, she had a strong bloodthirsty desire.
It's not that she wants to tear off the flesh on Li Nanfang's shoulder.
It was the desire that she could be eaten by Li Nanfang.
Bites, even the belt bones, there is nothing left to eat.
That way, she will belong to him forever.
From now on, there is no need to separate from him again.
Li Nanfang, who felt the true feelings of the young woman in his arms, was really a little confused.
He just happened to show up again when she needed him the most. Even if she was too excited, she didn't seem to have to behave like this.
The woman's aura burst out in an instant, which made him feel a little at a loss. He only patted her back, put the cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head and spit it out.
"You are late."
Just when Li Nanfang felt that he was about to be suffocated to death by the woman, she bit his lip and said softly.
It doesn't seem to be too late, right?
Li Nanfang asked one in his heart, and replied with a dry smile: "Hey, what, I'm guilty, I deserve to die."
Ai Weier finally opened her eyes, holding Li Nanfang's chin in both hands and looking at him with azure blue eyes.
Li Nanfang wanted to get away from her hand.
This action is often a man holding a woman's face.
How come here, but Ai Weier is holding his face?
Not only that, the woman also smiled charmingly, stretched out her right index finger frivolously, bent up and gently scratched his nose.
"Hey, don't be like this, OK? I'm the man."
Li Nanfang finally couldn't help it, and raised his hand to push her away.
Ai Weier's actions made him feel molested.
"You are a man, I admit you are a man."
But Ai Weier wrapped his arms around his neck, still looking like that idiot: "You are my man, but the protagonist of this world."
Liszt, with a black thorn tip, was pierced from his throat. The heroic soul who has not yet gone far is probably roaring: "I am the protagonist, I am the protagonist!"
Liszt, who was once the absolute protagonist tonight, opened his furry hands after stripping naked. When he was about to pounce on Ai Wei's child, the back of his neck seemed to hurt.
Oh, it either seems to hurt or it hurts.
Pain!
His movements paused for a while, and slowly looked down, and saw a dark army thorn that came out of his throat.
A drop of blood, which seemed to be very dark and black, slowly grew larger on the tip of the thorn, and finally could not withstand the gravity of the earth. When he knelt on the ground with a thump, he fell into the dust.
The army thorn is known as the king of cold weapons in modern warfare. The triangular wound can make the wound of the stabbed person unable to heal as much as possible, and the blood is sprayed out quickly along the triangular wound.
He grasped the tip of the thorn with both hands, turned his head hard, and saw a little brother.
wrong.
This person is not a kid.
A man who only wears clothes that a younger brother would wear, with an East Asian face.
The East Asian looked at him coldly, as if laughing.
It's just that smile, so cold and arrogant.
Liszt's mouth moved, he wanted to speak, he wanted to ask a question.
But the abominable black army thorn deprived him of this power, making him unable to say a word.
I can only ask with my eyes: "Who are you?"
Seeing that he was about to die, Li Nanfang bent over and whispered in his ear: "I am Li Nanfang. Muzili, Li Nanfang who flies to the south from Beiyan."
"Are you not dead?"
Liszt asked again with his eyes.
Li Nanfang smiled and said nothing.
He has given Liszt the utmost respect by introducing his name solemnly.
The greatest respect given to Liszt is for his dying.
Since it has already been given, why give it again?
What's more, the question of Liszt is also nonsense.
With deep incomprehension, Liszt left calmly.
Perhaps, some answers can only be obtained after going to hell?
Whether Liszt can get the answer, Li Nanfang doesn't care.
He was only confessed by Ai Weier boldly and infatuated, and he was a little at a loss.
He admitted that he is the absolute hero tonight.
However, in line with the principle of "Pride makes people fall behind, and humility makes people progress", when he was about to be humble, the woman holding his neck suddenly took off the strapless dress with her left hand and chuckled, "I'll give you food. "
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