Ever since the King of Psychics hooked up with Nami Inoue, he finally understood what slutty sex is in the true sense. The other party really belongs to the type with unsatisfied needs and uses endless methods, just like a vixen, to give him the most pleasurable enjoyment.
With a sound of "Ouch", the psychic king rushed over and drove straight in. He was immediately wrapped in a soft and smooth body, which made him even more excited and moved endlessly...
"Hurry up... baby... faster..." Nami Inoue shook her head almost crazily, her black hair swaying around, her face flushed and she squinted her eyes, completely lost in confusion, she liked
This kind of savage collision feels like this is the true sense of intercourse.
For most of the day, a man and a woman spent their time in entanglement. When night fell, the psychic king turned over and dismounted and fell asleep tiredly. After a while, he began to snore loudly.
At 11 o'clock in the night, the psychic king who was sleeping felt someone sucking on his lower body, which gave him a wonderful feeling. He couldn't help but opened his eyes and looked over, and found a naked Nami kneeling between his legs, eating hard.
He also glanced at me with gentle eyes.
Seeing him wake up, Inoue Nami raised her head and smiled coquettishly, "Master, are you awake?"
The psychic king was so provoked by her that he gasped and said, "I want you..."
However, Inoue Nami rejected him for the first time, shook her head slightly, and said solemnly: "No, I can't give it to the master for the time being, so as not to delay your business. It's late at night, and it's a good time to arrest that bastard Ximen Lang.
When you catch him again, I will fight with you for three days and three nights..."
"Okay, it's settled!" The psychic king said boldly. He got up and stood on the floor of the house.
Inoue Nami put the scarlet lama robe on him with great tenderness, helped him put it on, raised his feet and kissed the ugly face, and said softly: "Master, I will wait for your successful return."
"Don't worry. Except for Ximen Lang, no one in Huamen is my opponent. Catching him is a piece of cake. It won't take any effort. I'm leaving."
"Um!"
The psychic king left, Inoue Nami lit a slender lady's cigarette, moved to the window, watched the strong figure disappear in the darkness, took a heavy drag on the cigarette, opened her red lips, and curled up the blue smoke.
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At midnight, the psychic king arrived at Fufu Private Hospital, jumped, landed on the outer wall of the main building, and climbed up flexibly, like a Spider-Man. According to the clues provided by Inoue Nami, he went straight to the ten
The intensive care unit on the second floor. In an instant, he came to the window of the intensive care unit and glanced over.
The ward is spacious and clean. The comfortable bed is covered with snow-white sheets. There is a person lying on his side, covered with a quilt, with his head facing the other side. Only his back can be seen. His hair is dark, Korean-style medium-long hair style, as if he is sleeping.
Already.
The Yamaguchi-gumi intelligence officers have found out that Ximenlang lives in this ward, so this man with the same hairstyle must be that boy.
There was a table in the northwest corner of the ward, and a slim girl in a white nurse uniform was sleeping on the table. The room was quiet.
The psychic king outside the window was overjoyed. Damn it, just having a nurse here would be even better. I went in quietly, knocked out that bastard Ximenlang with one palm, put it on my shoulder and turned around to run away. Who can catch up with me?
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Having made up his mind, the psychic king quietly opened the window and stepped in without making a sound. Like a leopard hunting for prey, he came to the bed with a fierce look in his eyes and was about to commit murder...
At the critical moment, the man on the bed turned around suddenly and struck with a fist like a vinegar bowl at an alarming speed. The psychic king did not expect that the other party would suddenly launch an attack. He was caught off guard and was hit hard by the hammer-like fist.
Hit on the chest.
"Bang!"
The force of this punch was astonishing. Even though the psychic master was very powerful, he couldn't help but step back a few steps. He felt pain in his chest that penetrated his bones. A surge of hot blood surged up and he couldn't suppress it. "Wow..." he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"You..." The psychic king was shocked. He couldn't believe that Ximen Lang could punch this punch. Not to mention that the kid was seriously injured, even if his body was intact, he couldn't have been so powerful.
The man on the hospital bed suddenly sat up, pulled off the wig on his head, revealing his bald head like a big winter melon, and laughed loudly, "Psychic kid, who do you think I am?"
"Ah... the ancestor in green robe..." The psychic king's eyes widened in shock, and he secretly screamed, why is this old guy?
The two had fought before, and the psychic king did not take any advantage. He obviously felt that the other party's martial arts was unfathomable. Moreover, just now, he had been injured after receiving a heavy punch from the enemy. How could he dare to stay? He hurriedly rushed to the window.
He went over and jumped out. Unexpectedly, a huge copper cymbal struck over with the sound of wind.
The psychic king was horrified and retreated hurriedly, but a little slower. A large gash was cut on his left arm, which was as deep as the bone and dripping with blood. What caught him off guard was the beautiful girl in a nurse's uniform from behind.
He ducked over, his delicate hand flashed like an orchid, and the poisonous needle pierced his back.
The psychic king felt a numbness in his back, and he was so frightened that he suddenly let out a loud roar, "Ouch!"
The lion's roar echoed through the room like thunder, making everyone's ears numb. They temporarily gave up the attack and continued to watch eagerly.
"Amitabha, channel. I have been waiting here for a long time." As he spoke, a monk with a smile on his face that looked like Maitreya Buddha jumped in from the window and landed on the ground. He held a copper cymbal stained with blood in his hand.
One of a kind Fang Ba La.
On the other side, the graceful nurse sneered: "Psychic Dharma King, today is your day of death. You have been poisoned by my poisonous needle. Hua Tuo cannot save your life even if he is alive."
The psychic king noticed that the numbness on his back gradually expanded, even endangering half of his body, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind. When he looked closely, he recognized the stunningly beautiful girl, and gritted his teeth and said: "It's you, you little bitch...
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It turned out that the female nurse was pretending to be Rose. She smiled calmly and said, "You didn't expect that we set up this trap so painstakingly just to get rid of this beast like you."
"That's right..." There was a loud laugh from outside the door, and the door opened, and a group of people came in. The leader with sword-shaped eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a dignified appearance was clearly the world-famous head of the Huamen sect, Ximen Lang. Beside him
It was Master Hong Jiao, Wen Ziling, Wu Teng Xianghui, Huamen Jiujue and others who were leaning on crutches. The group of people stared at the lama with hatred, wishing to cut him into pieces.