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Chapter 10 Samira, Queen of the Gang (1)

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How long is it? The young man is so hungry that he has no energy. Ivan sat opposite me and handed me the documents he has sorted out, while complaining: When we finish our work, we must try the unique roast chicken in the south. The roast chicken has more oil than plant fat.

Young Master, we only have 20 minutes to record data, and those who line up outside to borrow the In-depth Archives must line up to grandma's house; I also want to make a roast chicken often, work hard, the roast chicken is waving to us! While reading the data on the three display screens, I comforted Ivan; the gene bank of Nanyi University is stored in the In-depth Archives, and some are paper-based documents from the Earth era, which is very rare.

It's hard to imagine what would happen if I actually tried to hit the library alone 4 months ago

Our pen tip is to break through the sky! Burn, my soul! ...

After enjoying a high-end meal, Ivan lay on the bed in the hotel like a dead pig, watching TV in a mess. If his professor saw his current sloppy appearance, he would probably not have a few of his beards to get angry. And I continued to work on the ground ring gene bank. This sky-high lunch almost emptied my wallet. The bonus I had just paid was only one-quarter left in the blink of an eye.

This meal was not only a reward for Ivan's hard work, but also to thank him for helping me re-book the right to use the archives room of Nanyi University.

I booked a shuttle bay at 4 o'clock tomorrow. The ticket price was relatively cheap and the carriage was cleaner. Since the last time I had sex with Ida and my mother, I began to avoid the crowd. I awakened my spiritual energy: I could unconsciously hear other people's minds and see colors beyond the visible light spectrum; when I walked in the crowd, I was always swallowed by the vast sea of ​​information and emotions.

Psychics are not rare in the Earth's age, and their stories are also recorded in the library. The strongest of them can even influence the material universe and violate the laws of physics.

But most of them died in the battle of the Sun defense

Ivan went back to Sirius Academy together. He planned to stay in Nandihuan for two more days to see the pastures and farmlands; I also wanted to see the pastures, but due to the squeeze of Lao Zamao, there has never been a continuous holiday for more than three days, so I had to give up.

Recently, there have been bandit gang activities near the track station. Please try your best to travel together and avoid the continued sluggish stock market in the old city... The news of bandit gangs was reported on TV. It is reported that they are generally a group of illegal armed persons, mainly engaged in pickpocketing, robbery, organization of prostitution, smuggling hallucinogens, etc. Due to the large number of organizations and relatively scattered, it has greatly weakened the weak police force of the South Land Ring, resulting in the frequent activities of bandit gangs in the South Land Ring. The complex old city area in the South Land Ring further provided shelter for bandit gangs; there are also rumors that they are green forest heroes who robbed the rich and helped the poor, and often helped the poor.

In the evening, I bid farewell to Ivan, and I took the bus to the track station alone; the bus was noisy and I had no intention of working, so I told my mother and Ida to report peace.

Ida recently pulled out her head and has grown to 16 meters. She has grown to 15 cm tall in four months. Her penis and clitoris are not to be outdone, and she has grown to 23 cm and 8 cm respectively. The most exaggerated one is the scrotum, which has grown from 8g to 16g. The walnut-sized meatballs are now like two big eggs, bulging the scrotum.

As Ida's body grows, her sexual desire also rises exponentially. She must vent at least once a day, and she can produce more than 100 ml of thick semen every time.

The sperm that helps her is about the same quality as the egg, that is, the sperm that helps her has more cytoplasm, which is more than 10 million times that of normal male sperm, is similar to ordinary egg cells, and survives longer, but has a smaller number. At the same time, the size of eggs and the number of ovulations are far greater than that of adult women, and the egg size is twice that of ordinary women, and the ovulation volume is more than 100 times. Therefore, society generally believes that helping her is a unique reproductive machine, and helping her is loved by many powerful people.

Thanks to Ida's vigorous spermatogonia and egg cells, I have been studying her cells for a long time. Based on sampling, observation and experiments of Ida's germ cells at different stages, I found that the spermatogonia and eggs showed homology, which may be differentiated from egg cells, which explains that the spermatogonia produced by her without scrotum still has the ability to reproductive.

Because of the activities of the bandits, the bus bypassed the stop signs in the old city, which forced many residents in the old city to walk back to the old city together. The resentment of the residents also made me feel disgusted. Fortunately, most of the passengers gathered at a specific stop and got off the bus. I slowly came over; I got off at the terminal. Although I was about 4 kilometers away from the track station, there was no direct bus at this point for a long time.

Fortunately, I have plenty of time to take the car, so I am not very anxious. I leisurely walked towards the track station while browsing the online forum and connecting with netizens.

Fake Squid, those who like to help her are all gulls! NMSL, those who don’t like to help her are all eunuchs, none of genitals, and none of aesthetics! ...

When I was passionately squirting with netizens, I felt a trace of danger and a few gunshots came from the air

I hurriedly put away my holographic bracelet and hid in the cover of the path

I focused on my eyes and looked in the direction of the danger. I saw more than twenty heat sources constantly moving towards me. They were constantly changing positions. They often drew thin orange lines representing high temperatures. Some of them kept falling down. Some staggered up or rolled forward twice. Some never got up again.

The most agile among them is the tall heat source, the body temperature is higher than that of others. She is very agile and often approaches other heat sources and knocks them down

As the gunshot approached the heat source, I began to gradually read some scattered messages, go quickly!, Monster Girl, the whole army was wiped out...

As time goes by, the tall heat source has also slowed down and started to actively avoid other heat sources. Her color is gradually turning from bright to dull. Finally, when all the heat sources except him have disappeared, he also fell down.

I felt that her strong desire to survive was weakening over time, and what replaced them was a strong feeling of despair.

I poked my head out and saw a pool of blood, and a tall woman lying on her side. Her strong brown body was covered with wounds, her muscles and abdomen were filled with many dark blood holes. A large piece of flesh was cut off from her right calf and exposed her bones. The long hair on her head condensed with a layer of dark red blood scab. Her left eye was empty, without eyeballs, like an abyss, her life passed away from it.

Looking at her covered in scars, my heartbeat gradually accelerated. I don’t know if I was afraid of her body or being attracted by her incomplete beauty.

I hurried up to check on the last living person. Fortunately, I carried a medicine box with me, which was able to disinfect and bandage her wounds. I used a knife to cut the rag that had been soaked in blood on her upper body, and used alcohol to wash away the debris on her wounds. On her neck mixed with sweat and blood, a silver hanging tag hung on her neck, hung with sweat and blood.

I cut off three muscles mixed with bullets on her side abdomen. The evil bullets were covered with sharp reverse thorns. If you take out the other muscles you have been exposed directly

After a series of trauma treatments, I injected her with tetanus and adrenaline respectively.

I could feel her consciousness gradually recovering and her desire for life was ignited again

Can you hear me talking? I will take you to the hospital! I keep trying to communicate with her, hoping that she can regain consciousness, and hope that she will survive

After a long time, I felt her faint voice: I don’t want to... die...

After hearing her faint voice, my tense heart relaxed again. I underestimated my energy consumption, like a robot with a power supply unplugged, my eyes turned black and fell to the ground

When I woke up, it was late at night. The wound of the one-eyed woman had basically scabbed, and her breathing and heartbeat were also stable. I knew she was out of danger.

I looked at the watch, it was still time to go to the track station now

When I was about to get up, I was grabbed. It was her big hand, but now I don’t have much strength to support it.

Don't leave, don't leave... She begged in a hoarse voice

I put down her hand and turned her head. She actually opened one eye. She tried to look at my eyes. The hollowness of her left eye couldn't help but look at my eyes. I turned my head to the side and avoided her hollowness.

Stay with me for a while, and then she tried to support her waist. The broken lumbar muscles could no longer support her wide body. They collapsed onto the ground like a defecation. I used my right hand to intersect her left fingers and signaled that I would not leave.

But when I grabbed her big hand, I developed a strong sexual desire for her. Her broken body seemed to linger in my mind. I wanted to kiss her cracked lips, lick her wounds with my tongue, invade her with male instruments, play with her, insult her, possess her, put on a collar for her, and stay with me forever

I thought it was not good, but her hand seemed to have an inexplicable magic that attracted me and could not break free.

She was the first person I took the initiative to take possession. This kind of emotion was unprecedented for me. I untied my body, arched my body and lay on her broken body, gently poked her abdomen with my left index finger, and felt the movement of her uterus through her skin and flesh.

Under absolute rationality, I turned on the light of the holographic bracelet and slowly cut open her fishy and damp wide-leg pants with a knife. The smell of urine mixed with the unique smell of mature support her rushed straight into my nose, eroding my will. This is my exclusive moment!

When I cut part of the fabric on her crotch, a barbed wolf-toothed cock broke away from the shackles of the fabric and waved it out

I looked at her genitals carefully. Unlike Ida, she had no scrotum. Her penis instead of clitoris and rose from the ground from the labia. She had dense barbs on her body. Her labia was also enlarged due to the perennial foreign body sensation, and her acupoint was narrower.

I stroked her mace with my left hand, feeling the slight pain of her barbs gently slashing across the skin, I took her glans and kept spoiling her bell mouth with my tongue.

Unlike pure Ida, the one-eyed woman did not show any shyness in the face of my teasing, but instead enjoyed it; I put my cock on her mace, her cock was longer than mine, and mine was thicker

I bent down to kiss her lips and looked straight into the abyss of her left eye with my right eye; she had a very good kissing skill, obviously she had many partners before

After the passionate kiss, I held my wet glans and pressed her slit, constantly tweaking from the base of the mace to the bottom of the slit, thus wetting her small garden

I always feel that you are familiar with me, I try to talk to her and continue: I want to put a collar on you, keep you in captivity, and be my slave bride

She looked at me contemptuously, and she was tired and she was unable to speak, but just showed a contemptuous smile

No one is qualified to be my master! I feel her pride

I was a little unhappy and tried to use my glans to open her slit. Her face was light and light, but I captured her panic through my psychic energy: Although I have played with all kinds of men and women, most of them use the front; this kid's penis is about the same size as my mother, and my pussy is probably going to be affected. After understanding her fear, I slowed down and pulled the glans a little. When she relaxed her tight nerves a little, she suddenly pushed her hips and took advantage of the momentum to attack. My flesh crown smoothed the wrinkles in her slit, and the strong sense of her wrinkles also stimulated my cock

When my glans was enjoying the tight wrapping of the woman, my penis was venting unscrupulously, and my semen poured into her slit

With the lubrication of semen and honey, I was about to go further. After regaining my strength, I rushed to the heart again. But this time, the feeling of wrapping and damping became stronger.

Although the woman did not respond, I already felt her strong pain. I quickly pulled out my penis again. Her vagina had been slightly torn and some bleeding

I knew I had done too much, so I quickly apologized to her; but she still ignored me, like a proud swan

Finally, I booked the mini shuttle bay that I was riding alone through the college lecturer. I rented a temporary hospital bed provided by the track station to accommodate the one-eyed woman.

Back to the West Land Ring, I did not go home, but took her straight back to the Mars laboratory where I worked in Sirius Academy; using advanced life-saving equipment to do rehabilitation therapy for her. In order to prevent her from resisting too much, I put on Ida's slave neck ring for her.