Chapter 4 Assassination (Part 1)

The next night, Mèi was woken up. When she woke up, she found that the mistress was already standing beside the bed, holding a ball of fans in her hand.

The fan is painted with vine butterfly, the fan frame is red sandalwood, and the pendant is seven-color tassel, which is a round fan that looks so ordinary.

The mistress whispered that this was the one who was the master of the sect, so she picked up the fan and compared the light.

The fan surface is extremely thin and faintly transparent. At night, Mèi picked up the fan and immediately breeze.

She smiled: This fan is really good. When she is in summer, she fanned it. When she thinks that it is made of living skins. It's really a cold person. My heart is cold. I should thank the owner for appreciating me.

The mistress didn't say anything, but just took a piece of white cloth and started wrapping her breasts like a rice dumpling.

Evening Mèi was so wrapped up by him that he couldn't breathe, so he stretched out his hand and slapped the wound on his tail finger.

The wound was torn and the blood was stained with white cloth. The mistress sighed and had to wrap the cloth around again.

Today you are going to perform a mission, but the boss said that the goal has changed. I must prepare for you now. While wrapping him, I whispered: The person you are going to assassinate is called Pang De. Pang Gong is good at Longyang. Almost everyone knows that you need to prepare a woman to dress up as a man.

Pang Gong is so good at Longyang?! I repeated in a low voice, and finally my hair shivered: Why change me to this task? Who is this Pang De?

The mistress explained without expression: Pang De, known as Pang Gong, the head of the Zhenyuan Escort Agency, the Thirteenth Taibao Hengzheng changed this task to you because someone didn't want you to live, because the sect master rewarded you with this fan

Evening absent-mindedly, he stared at the mistress cleaning up, and finally turned into a handsome man with hair tied

The place is a bit far away, you are about to set off now. After the mistress stepped back, she picked up a carbon pen and traverse her eyebrows: Remember to bring your umbrella

Bring an umbrella? Wanmèi sneered: Do you mean bringing that red umbrella? Do you want someone to see me if you want someone to be eight feet away?

The mistress bent down, took out the umbrella from the corner of the bed, and handed it to her hand: You see clearly that it is no longer red now, the Red Devil umbrella has not drunk human blood for a month, and it has long been the same as the usual paper umbrella

Evening Mèi was surprised again and saw that the umbrella was indeed different. The handle was still a bamboo handle, but the umbrella surface turned light yellow. Except for looking at the surface of the umbrella, it was no different from the ordinary paper umbrella.

But when I came, it was obviously bright red. I suddenly remembered it

That's because it drank blood, the blood of the owner in front of me. The mistress Sensen replied to her: There are many secrets in this umbrella. When your mission is successful, you will be qualified to know it one by one.

I stopped talking late, and I was a little confused when I hugged the umbrella

The mistress on the side asked her: Are you afraid? If you want to shake, just shake it enough here, and you must not reveal any flaws in a while.

I was afraid that I nodded and bit my lower lip: But don't worry, I won't implicate you, because I don't want to die yet, and I will never want to die a second time when I was sixteen

Snow began to fall in the sky again, with light rain and sleet. Pang Deyang's hand signaled the two followers behind him to the inn to make a move.

This is a small town, there is only one decent inn. Pang De looked up and saw that the inn was called "Xiangyun"

A few glasses of wine fell and warmed up all over her body. Pang De was comfortable and raised his hand to touch the sword on his waist.

The purpose of this business is to escort the sword. No one would have thought that he would tie the sword around his waist and put a fake in the long nailed box.

Thinking of this, he was a little proud, raised his wine glass and his eyes fell leisurely at the door.

It was getting heavy outside. A thin boy put away his parachute and jumped into the door, and sat down at the table next to Pang De.

The waiter brought hot tea at a time. The boy held the cup and let out a sigh, and the hazy looked more and more agile.

Pang De's heart burst, raised his wine glass and looked at the boy again. The boy also looked up at him, and the spring water rippled in his eyes, pushing a ripple to the bottom of Pang De's heart.

The two followers started to laugh maliciously, and the boy stood up and told the waiter: Let me open a room for the room and deliver the food to the room. It was so cold here.

The waiter then led him upstairs, and Pang De sat in the same place and watched him pick up the steps. At the end, he also extended his hand and ordered: Let me get a room, two rooms.

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It was soon dark, and Pang De walked to the boy's room and saw a green paper umbrella slanted at the door. The snow water on the umbrella meandered forward, which meant as the master.

The door opened in the gap he lingers. With a creaking sound, the young man stood behind the door, squinting his phoenix eyes to look at him.

If you want to come in, you might as well come in. The boy spoke with a crisp voice: Why don’t you stand in front of the door?

Pang De sneered, touched his eyebrows and stepped into the door

After pouring him a cup of tea, the boy moved and roasted his hands in front of the brazier, tossing and turning, he was very focused

Pang De coughed lightly, and didn't touch the cup of hot tea, and watched him say: This guy is so handsome, he looks like a girl.

The young man snorted coldly: The male teenager in the opera troupe has the food to eat. If the old man wants to do it, he will negotiate the price, and there is no need to talk about these gossips.

This screen pierced Pangde, and immediately felt embarrassed, coughed again and again: I think the guy might have misunderstood, I just...

The boy turned around and looked at him, his eyes clear but sharp: I can't read this kind of thing wrong. I have been singing in the troupe for eight years and watching men for eight years. I can't read it wrong.

Pang De smiled bitterly and wanted to explain, but the boy walked over and stroked his male root, making a skillful teasing on it.

For only ten taels, I escaped from the opera troupe and now I just want to earn some travel expenses. Looking at the male root standing up by Pang De, the boy sighed: I'm very clean and tight, I'm used to eating only liquid food

Pang De's ears were hot, and there was no way to refuse. He could only watch him slide his hand into his clothes.

Things went smoothly, the boy raised his eyebrows and his brilliance flashed through

Of course, the boy here is not really a man, but a late night, coming to take his life.

A month of training had already allowed her to understand all the sensitivity points of the man. She stuck out her tongue, first putting her hands in Pang De's earlobe, and then stirring her ears in his ears, while her hands had already fallen down, lingering near his male root, as if she was hiding and still welcomed her.

Pang De breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his whole body, and put on the air of enjoyment. Evening mèi quickly took the opportunity to untie his belt and open his clothes.

This is a well-maintained middle-aged man with tight muscles and slightly darker skin. I grabbed his waist at night, and his wet tongue went down along his neck and his neck.

While licking her nipples, she discovered that there were more than one small hole on the man's nipples, and some of them were also burning traces.

She was stunned for a moment, but she didn't stop. The tip of her tongue slid down her abdomen, deliberately wiping her hair near the male root.

The male root gradually became high, and at night, Mèi stretched out another finger and penetrated into his anus. After a few trembling, Pang De became weak all over, and the male root stood up in the sky.

At night, I lowered my hand and grabbed his male root. My tongue curled slightly and began to tease the tip.

This time she discovered something again and found that there were scars on this genital organ, which were more than one trace strangled by a thin rope, and some were still very new and had not healed

She paused, put her male root in her mouth and began to fluctuate. Unexpectedly, Pang De suddenly opened his eyes, roared and rushed over, pressing her under him.

I'll add the price to thirty taels, can we play a game? Pound was breathing above her, and one hand had already untied her neckline: Don't worry, I'm very sensible, you will feel a little pain, but you won't be seriously injured, either

Things lost control and slipped to the brink of danger. Pang De only needed to take a step forward and found that the person under him had no Adam's apple, and he was just a woman.

Evening Mèi's heart began to be beating wildly, and almost all the blood flowed into his brain. At the last moment, Daoguang suddenly came out and a bold idea came out.

Does the uncle mean to play a game of abuse? She pushed Pang De and smiled ambiguously: That's a coincidence. We are not only destined to be together but also like each other.

Pang De's eyes suddenly lit up, and his expression proved that she had not been wrong in betting.

Why don't I do it first? She took advantage of the situation and pushed Pang De down, and sat on his waist: I'll be happy with it first, and then I'll deal with it.

Ponde didn't agree, but his breathing was rapid and he began to be excited

Evening smiled secretly, looked around and found that there was cold water in the copper basin that she had washed her hands, so she got up and brought it to Pang De.

The man's roots became softer and weaker when he was cold. At night, he pulled off a corner of his clothes and used force to tighten it.

Pang De's breathing sound became heavier, and he told her to tie it tighter with his eyes.

After the night, she leaned over to him and began to tease him in every way, caressing the man's nipples, and his two fingers were still trembling in his anus.

The male root cannot grow bigger due to restraint. Pang De gasped in difficulty. The more he felt pain, the more he applauded. Ten percent of the time he was a masochist.

Evening Mèi's heart began to beat violently again, this time because he saw hope for success

I wonder if you like blood? She climbed up to him and whispered in his ear: I'll get a scissor, please gently stroke it, you can watch the blood beads surge up one by one, it tastes so wonderful

Pound nodded, and his heart almost stopped beating due to ecstasy

But the ecstasy lasted for only a moment, because Pang De came down and took another sentence, a sentence that made her hot hope shattered...

I like blood, he said, "It's a pity that I practice horizontal kung fu, and ordinary weapons can't hurt me at all."