For a beauty of this level, if I was lucky enough to have an in-depth communication with her, I would live ten years shorter!
However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny.
Wang Dachun squatted down and said, "Sister Mei Ji, come up, let's join together."
Meiji blushed, "What?"
Does this want me to ride on his shoulders?
What a shameful feeling!
However, there is so much to look forward to!
"Hurry up!" Wang Dachun urged when he saw that Mei Ji was still not coming up.
"oh!"
Meiji no longer hesitated and straddled Wang Dachun's shoulders with her beautiful legs.
This is called horse shoulder beating in rural areas.
"Forehead……"
Mei Ji suddenly blushed, and then she remembered that she was not wearing trousers, but was wearing stockings and a skirt.
What a shame! I want to come down.
Wang Dachun quickly grabbed Mei Ji's two slender legs, and an intoxicating fragrance suddenly penetrated his nostrils, which made his heart tremble.
Wang Dachun first put the empty wine bottle on the ground into the magic weapon space, and then rushed towards the gangsters, "Sister Mei Ji, fight!"
boom!
"Ouch!"
boom!
"ah!"
Soon, a vigorous game of whack-a-mole began.
Meiji couldn't let go at first, but she gradually adapted to it after a while.
The two of them had a great time!
Mei Ji's voice was trembling, and she said with a blushing face: "Well... then... don't move your head back and forth, it's so... it's so itchy!"
"ah?"
What does it mean?
Why can’t I understand it?
Who can tell me the deeper meaning of this sentence?
"Damn it! This pretty girl is so tough, she's a fairy!"
"Brother Wu, let go of that young lady and let me take the lead!"
"Haha, hit each one, whack-a-mole!"
"Well done, these scumbags should be beaten to death!"
The melon-eating crowd started talking a lot, and some even picked up their mobile phones and took videos. In the era of self-media, everyone is a self-media.
Someone even sang a whack-a-mole song:
“Bad mouse, where can you escape?
Hold the hammer high in your hand.
Wherever you come out to fight,
The mice were beaten until their heads were covered with bruises.
Hi! Head full of bags!
…”
These drunkards are all second-rate people who often hang out in the food court. They eat without paying for their meals and tease pretty girls when they see them. They make everyone complain, but they dare not speak out.
As a result, these second-rate people fainted and ran away. The remaining people saw that the situation was not right and ran away.
"Dachun, hurry up, I haven't had enough of fighting yet, catch up with them!"
Meiji was addicted to the beating now, and she pressed Wang Dachun hard between her two beautiful legs to urge her.
Wang Dachun secretly sighed, "Mei Ji's two beautiful legs can pinch someone to death!"
After all the bad guys were knocked unconscious, Mei Ji gave up and couldn't help but giggle, "I didn't expect that beating people is quite fun, especially beating bad guys."
Wang Dachun chuckled, "Have fun, I will show you off and fly with you from now on!"
"Hmm... By the way, can you put me down?" Mei Ji's body was itchy and she felt very uncomfortable.
Wang Dachun chuckled, "It's okay, I'm not tired, I can carry it all night!"
It's great to carry a beautiful woman on a horse's shoulders.
Mei Ji blushed, "Get out of here! Put me down quickly."
"Okay! You two are great!"
"Well done!"
"These second-rate people don't pay for their meals, so they eat the king's meal!"
"They tease pretty girls when they see them. It's really annoying."
The onlookers applauded the two of them. These second-rate scoundrels were even considered dogs, and now they were taught a lesson.
Wang Dachun grinned and said, "I'll go! You should have said it earlier! But it's not too late now. Let's take revenge for those who have a grudge, and avenge those who have an injustice!"
As soon as Wang Dachun finished speaking, many people rushed over and punched and kicked the unconscious guys.
The ones who were beaten the hardest were the restaurant owners. Not only did these guys eat the King's meal, but they also liked to cause trouble, which seriously affected the business here.
Wang Dachun hurriedly reminded, "Hey, take it easy and don't hit important parts, otherwise it's easy to kill someone!"
"Hey, we won't hit the important parts, just let them die off their descendants."
Wang Dachun covered his face. This move was cruel enough, but as the saying goes, the law does not punish the public. When these second-rate guys woke up, they found that they were already beaten and there was nothing they could do.
Because they don't know who did it, and they can't find anyone to take revenge on, so they may have to admit that they are unlucky.
Wang Dachun was puzzled, "I don't understand. These people are making trouble here every day. Could it be that no one calls the police?"
"Alas, calling the police is of no use. They were released within two days after being locked up. After all, they didn't commit any serious crimes."
"That's right, I heard there are people above these people, alas!"
Wang Dachun sighed, there are scum and cancer everywhere!
After leaving the food court, the two drove back. Halfway there, Wang Dachun suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and then his chest stung.
"what happened?"
Wang Dachun was shocked. Based on his current physical condition, this situation should not happen.
Mei Ji looked at Wang Dachun's face and asked doubtfully: "Dachun, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh, I'm fine!"
Wang Dachun shook his head and continued driving. After only ten seconds, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest again, this time the situation was more serious.
"Gah!"
Wang Dachun stepped on the accelerator hard and the car stopped on the road. As a result, a car behind him almost hit him.
"Fuck! You are crazy!" the driver behind yelled.
Wang Dachun smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, there's something wrong with the car."
There was a trace of worry on Mei Ji's pretty face, "Dachun, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I'll drive!"
At this moment, in a guest room of the Zhou family, the Witch King was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
There is a rag doll on his left hand. This rag doll has a photo on its face. If you look carefully, it turns out to be a photo of Wang Dachun.
The Witch King held an embroidery needle in his right hand. He laughed ferociously, chanting obscure spells in his mouth, and stabbed the embroidery needle hard on the doll's chest.
It's very strange to say that when the Witch King pricked the doll with a needle, the doll actually let out a scream of "wow".
It sounds a little numb to the scalp, which is very scary on a night like this.
This is the weird thing about witchcraft. It can use a medium to hurt people from a distance, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
"Huh? What is this Witch King doing? Why is he poking this rag doll?"
In a secret room, Zhou Xiong, Zhou Xue, and Zhou Jun all looked at the computer screen with confused expressions on their faces.
On the computer screen, it was the Witch King who was casting spells.
Obviously, there is surveillance in the room where the Witch King is. It is a pinhole camera. It is installed very secretly and cannot be discovered by ordinary people.
How could they rest assured about such a dangerous figure as the Witch King?
