After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Yan Ge followed his gaze to see his slightly bulging chest and the two small dots, without hesitation, saying, "Last night, two bags were bitten by a mosquito, don't think about it."

The mosquitoes in this last age are also very powerful.

It is true that none of the so-called survivors are vegetarian.

Mosquitoes are no exception.

Yange never thought that there would be such a cruel mosquito.

The body of Yange, the chest is flat and there is no difference between the washboard.

It is simply the most flat chested owner she has ever encountered.

The original owner used to wear a bra to pretend to have a chest.

Yan Ge took a bath last night and stared at her chest for a long time. After confirming that it was not dazzling, she even saved her bra.

She doesn't deceive herself like the original owner!

In fact, she wondered whether the original owner was a transgender man who changed from a woman to a woman.

Men are older than her.

Alas, wax the original owner. Fortunately, this is not her body!

Fortunately, fortunately.

It's nice to let myself go without a bra.

But overjoyed ... she was choked by mosquitoes last night.

The mosquito specially picked her bite.

So, the next day, the chest became two xiaolongbao.

Although there is a chest, Yange is not open at all, because this mosquito bites so much.

I don't feel my chest.

Gouzi: ...

Who would believe such words, fools would not believe it!

He looked a little subtle.

For the first time, I heard a woman comparing her chest to a mosquito bag.

Those women used to want to let others see how their **** were mostly white and soft.

She ... she treated her chest as a mosquito bag.

It's a clear stream.

It's the same as those glamorous bitches.

He actually wanted to ask jokingly.

Since it's a mosquito bag, what about her chest, where did she go?

Never lose it.

But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed slowly.

After all, the joke is not his style, well, hold back.

Gouzi's gaze was too present, and he vowed vowedly: "It's a mosquito bag."

While talking, he also stretched his hands and rubbed his chest, frowning, "It swelled up after being bitten by a mosquito. It hurts and numbs. I feel that the meat is not my own, and it hurts."

Gouzi's eyes fell on her thin white fingers.

His ears were sharp and red.

His eyes drooped immediately, moving to her toes, and her voice remained calm: "Well, I see."

So you don't need to rub it anymore ... This is so indecent!

Words: "If you're fine, just leave."

"Something."

Gouzi's voice was a bit low, but instead of looking up directly at the song, he said, "I hope you can go back."

Song: "I don't want to ..."

Before the words were over, two more zombies suddenly appeared and went straight to the two.

This time the zombies were not level four, only level three.

When the song was resolved, Gouzi had blasted the zombies into dregs.

When he saw Yange, he walked to Yange in a few steps and reached out to spread out. In his palm was a nucleus of a third-level zombie: "Here you are."

Yange absorbed his own one, and then raised his eyebrows at him: "Why me?"

why?

Did n’t she say it before?

Yange sighed, took the crystal nuclei and absorbed it immediately, and said, "Forget it, knowing that this is your parting gift, I will accept it as hard as possible.

She stopped talking and suddenly paused, staring at Gouzi: "These zombies came to you?"

Gouzi nodded.

Yange: "Forget it, I'll go back with you, can you give me another bath before going back."

It sounded a little intimate, and it was fascinating.