[BL, MTL] Master Swindler (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 33

This perverted operation almost blinded the game's eyes.

Its feeling at the moment is like someone took onion juice mixed with chili water and irritated its eyes.

The whole thing feels sour when touched, and the excitement cannot be described in words.

Horror Game only felt that he was almost sent away by this scene, and it took him a long time to relieve the burning sensation in his eyes, and he was barely able to open them.

Just be careful about this, slip through a crack first, and try it out.

Because with the posture of this animal, Yu Yu was really afraid of seeing anything more indescribable.

Fortunately, the restricted-level scene did not happen. The guy sat back on the chair at some point, rubbed the handkerchief like a girl in Huaichun for a long time, and then carefully folded it and put it back in his pocket.

Horror Game couldn't help reminding: "Why don't you put a sealed bag on it, so that your sweetheart's breath won't fade when you take it out at night for aftertaste." "Yes!" Zhong Liyu heard this, and immediately took out

a sealed plastic bag bag.

Game: "I told you that I was fucking mocking you."

Its tone was full of disgust and exhaustion: "I'm really afraid that you would change a veil on the spot."

Zhong Liyu blushed: "You know, there are also It's been two or three years."

You You: "Sad, as a person, you are really sad."

Zhong Liyu didn't like to hear these words anymore, and threw a handkerchief to look at you, while taunting You: "Pretending to be Teddy in love Who would look down on the bastards who fooled the wives and calves of the past?"

Game: "Didn't the fuck say that you are not allowed to mention this?"

Zhong Liyu said impatiently: "I'm sorry, some bastards have too much black history. There are many, there are at most one or two scandals that people can't mention, and you too, you can casually get 999+, and it is still increasing. I have a bad memory, and it is inevitable that I sometimes miss it."

The two animals were bickering in the office, and Lu Qingjia and his party had already been locked in the basement.

It was a dark and airtight room, tightly closed, with no windows, vents or anything other than a door.

The material of that door is special, and the entire thick door panel is made of metal.

Knock on the wall again, judging from the feel and echo, the thickness and density of the wall are also amazing, in short, it is not something their players can violently destroy.

There aren't even lights in the room, but fortunately, players are used to keeping essentials in their limited gaming backpacks.

The backpack area of ​​a low-level player is about the same as a school bag, and it will expand as the points increase. The few players present can be considered to be good in the low-level field, and they can carry a lot of things.

Things like a multi-function folding knife, a flashlight, a lighter, a little compressed food and water, and compressible warm clothes are always on hand, after all, you are not sure about the condition of the copy.

Yang Qian took out a candle and lit it, the room was somewhat bright anyway.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling a little embarrassed seeing everyone's distress.