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He walked lazily across the lawn that was being tended and overgrown with weeds. The legs of his canvas trousers were scratched by strange thorns that he had never seen before. Piccolo hunched over to reach the small door and took out his hand.
There is always a big bag of lock picks left behind.
The man smiled, held down the closet door with one hand, and reached behind his chest with the other hand.
The drawers were opened one after another, and Piccolo felt as if he had returned to the days when he was digging for treasures in his childhood. His heart was beating slower and slower, almost jumping out of his chest.
The small door closed hastily, cutting off the dark white world that ended in blur in the raindrops.
The sound of low-heeled shoes was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it had not yet reached the door. But at this time, Picol obviously didn't care about that.
Picol only felt that the heavy hum was like that of the purest and noblest aristocratic lady in the lower class society. She was particularly soft, and mixed with the charm that had not been seen in a woman for many years. For a moment, her heart became a little hard.
There were only eight rooms on the seventh floor. He ignored the room obviously prepared for unborn children and headed out of the male owner's bedroom. In particular, the male owner had fewer expensive items than the female owner.
"Squeak"
Without enough time to stand firm, Picol broke the lock pick, opened the small door, and walked sideways out of the house.
As if he understood something, and seemed to want to express something, the man placed his hand heavily under his belt and pulled it hastily.
There are a few large and small holes for fingernails that have just been opened in this outside. It is the only place outside the wardrobe that can get abnormal air.
The icy hot water from the faucet was slapped under the face with the palm of his hand. Su Yang stared blankly at the pale and thin 16-year-old man outside the mirror, feeling lost in thought.
There was nothing placed under the long table for dining out, and the low cabinet at my feet contained nothing but two pairs of loafers. It was obvious that the mistress and mistress of the house were not at home.
Anyway, I did less things like that on the way to escape, and I already had a burden on my mind. No matter how healthy I was, there was still a problem in killing an unsuspecting person.
"Don't wait, you still have to take off your clothes."
Amidst the questions mixed with a smile, the man stood up from the bed and approached the closet.
"Baby, he should get out of the way."
Didn't he respond to Picol's question? The man just pressed his index finger on the midline of his chest. A drop of blood seeped out. As if to make Piccolo look more useful, the man even raised his body.
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"Ugly eldest sister, is he still wearing a hair condom?"
People say that one kind of fragrance can make one's heart wander. If a dozen of the same fragrances are mixed together, this is not damaging to the cerebellum and nose.
He didn't have any weird habits. Picol stepped under the slightly messy purple lace underwear, looked at the half-open wardrobe, and came to the dressing table with a mirror.
He pushed out the keyhole accurately, and with a pleasant "click" sound, there was no expression of joy on Picol's face, but rather a bit less determined.
"Are you beautiful?"
It only took half a second to arrive, and Piccolo lost his decision.
The fair and delicate hands crossed the tight collarbone, and then moved towards the waist. Every move showed a charming and enchanting aura, which made Picol's breathing become heavier outside the closet.
In my opinion, the erotic feeling brought about by peeping at this moment is even more exciting than the coercion of directly pushing open the cabinet door.
The legs are spread apart, the light red short skirt is looming covering the most mysterious parts, and the hot body is as if the Elf Trench is particularly deep and measurable.
Nosebleeds were consciously flowing out of his nostrils. Peng Chengying casually pulled a piece of men's underwear, wiped it away and threw it away. He turned his eyes and continued to look inside.
The door handle behind my eyes seemed a little cleaner than I thought.
Rumo's short hair is spread untidyly behind the forehead, and the face behind the eyes seems to be a blend of the best parts of the East and the West. It does not have the special three-dimensionality of Westerners, nor does it have the sword-browed star of an Oriental beauty.
The seven sense organs are perfect, and the overall look is quite stunning. It’s not the thin cheeks that make the owner of the face look unhealthy.
No matter what, a professional psychiatrist with no worth should be stabbed to death by a male patient who "madly admires" him. He is a rich man, so he should bear such joy.
Su Yang sighed deeply, and the glass behind Su Yang's eyes gradually blurred.
Without thinking too much, Picol's courage and movements were a little less bold under the cover of thunder.
With his mouth open and his whole body feeling cold, Picol forgot to scream and watched in horror as the nails peeled off the ugly human skin and the sharp dagger fell to the ground.
If a man chooses to open the closet and give the other person a small surprise, the frightening effect will be even worse.
Wearing a worn leather hood, Piccolo glanced at the street warily and walked slowly towards Lister No. 141.
The expensive mahogany stairs suddenly made a harsh sound. Piccolo looked up and found that they were just wooden steps on his feet. Even the handrails did not have a decayed feeling. It seemed that the mahogany on his feet was still there.
It is special to have not experienced hundreds of years of time, and it lacks a sense of sedimentation of time.
A cold breath rose from his belly, and Piccolo suddenly felt a little distraught. Before he realized that except for the man in the closet, there was no other voice coming from outside the house, the timid Piccolo used his free right hand.
It is moving upwards consciously.
The sharp voice like a night owl is charming and stern.
The eight-hole wavy lock cylinder and counter-cross rotating shaft used by him are enough to intercept a new thief, but they cannot stop a regular customer who has been playing with door handles for more than ten years. For Picol, opening that kind of lock is the most important thing.
It takes much less time than taking off the clothes of a lowly prostitute.
In general, I still overestimate the desire born of obsession. Not only should I argue with the male patient, but I should also satisfy the male patient. Let me tell you that the "Necronomicon" is real and was written by an Arab madman.
It was made up by Abdullah Alhassad, but it is a fictional storybook created by an American horror story writer named Lovecraft and expanded by many people.
The cabinet door was completely opened by ten centimeter-long white nails.
"Weird...monster!"
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta."
A fanged monster covered in greenish-green rotten dead skin and exuding the stench of decay looked at Peng Chengying with a smile, its bright yellow eyes like a cemetery soul lamp full of ferocity.
One hand held down the closet door.
Outside the dimly lit room, the hanging crystal lamp emitted a harsh light.
"Are you beautiful?"
"Beauty, your baby, even though you can only see his face, you understand that he is definitely the most beautiful man you have ever seen. You can't wait any longer."
The thunder fell into a brief gap.
Piccolo tried to push open the closet door, but found that he couldn't push it open at all, as if there was a hill inside the closet door that could not be shaken, so he felt uneasy.
It was as if the heavens had opened a door for Peng Chengying. As Picol observed, the man snorted loudly before picking up the lace underwear that had fallen on the ground, and then sat on the small bed next to the wardrobe.
side.
Through the hole, two plump and white hairy calves came into view. There was no layer of white stockings worth a penny between the calves and thighs. Above the stockings was a pair of bright red men's low-heeled shoes. Although there were
You can see that it only reaches the lower body, but Peng Chengying knows that if you have such a pair of voluptuous legs, your figure and face will naturally be very different.
