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Chapter 1254 Tea is not for drinking

Two thousand five hundred US dollars, which is equivalent to the price of a few days' stay in the presidential suite of a regular five-star hotel, but there is no such thing as men and women bathing together. Ask yourself, Tang Guobin has had the idea of ​​​​stating the country's prestige more than once in the past few days since he came to the island country.

That is really not an evil thought, it can only be said to be the thought shared by most Chinese men who come to the island country.

With the killings one after another, this little thought buried deep in my heart has faded a lot. It would be nonsense to say that it has completely disappeared. Tang Guobin never claims to be a gentleman. There are only two situations in which he can remain calm. That is

The inability to lift and the beauty were in the Jurassic, but now there is an extra one, which is underdeveloped and cannot be removed.

The moment the girl got into the hot spring pool, Mr. Tang, who prided himself on being a slutty man, moved to the side, his right palm always resting on the handle of the knife. In this strange and dirty country, his nerves must always be kept in a tense state.

, ready for a life-or-death fight at any time, his intuition told him not to reject the girl outright, otherwise it would arouse the other girl's vigilance, and he could only take one step at a time for the sword.

The girl went down into the pool to feel the temperature of the water, and then began to approach Tang Guobin with small steps. She had already seen the uncle's face. It was not bad. At least her first time did not have to be handed over to a fat and wretched uncle.

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Tang Guobin squinted as he watched the little girl approach, with an evil curve in the corner of his mouth, and said to himself, little girl, are you here to play with fire? I don’t know how many women I have played with, and I am afraid of a young girl like you.

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With a timid smile on her face, the girl moved sideways to Tang Guobin's side. Her little hands that were submerged in the water climbed up along his legs. She quickly grasped the man's most important penis and began to masturbate.

Hiss! Young Master Tang took a breath of cold air. The cultural inheritance of the island country is really terrible. Such an older girl is so professional when she sticks up the tube. Let him, a pure man who has been alone for a long time, raise the banner in no time.

Already.

The girl played with the pipe without any instruction. She had never played with this thing before, and it was a novel pleasure to feel the unruly beating of it in her palm.

"Ahem! I want to soak in the hot springs first. Please rub my back!" Tang Guobin coughed twice, stretched out his hand to free the tube, and turned his back to the girl leisurely. He was a man who wanted to do it.

If you want to fuck a fully developed island woman, whoever likes this kind of chick will do evil. Anyway, he won't do it even if he is in heaven.

The girl obediently raised her hands and rubbed his back a few times, and a layer of sludge fell down on his back. There was nothing she could do about it. Young Master Tang always rubbed the front hard while taking a bath, and rubbed the back, so it was inevitable that some sediment would be left behind.

, it’s a pity that it’s a bit thick. No matter how hard the girl uses her strength, she can rub off one layer of sludge and another layer...

"Sir, Nobuko can go get a volcanic stone to rub your back. It's very clean and can also be massaged." The girl whispered behind him, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

Tang Guobin nodded and said: "Okay, you can go and get it if you want. Thank you for your hard work." Since you have to do as the Romans do when you get here, it's no big deal.

While the girl who called Xinzi was taking the volcanic stone, Tang Guobin's eyes began to flash around. He was looking for the location where the knife manual was buried in his memory. According to the corner of the piece of paper, the thing was hidden under a huge boulder weighing more than 10,000 kilograms.

Yes, but now I don’t know who will tolerate a big stone in their home after hundreds of years?

Nobuko took out an oval volcanic stone from the cabinet on the side, walked into the pool again, and pressed the volcanic stone on his back. I don’t know how many people had bathed this stone. The surface was not very smooth, but

There is a very special texture when you rub your back. It can remove a layer of dirt from your body while massaging it. Not to mention, it is quite comfortable.

Tang Guobin half-squinted his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the volcanic stone rubbing his back, and asked casually: "Xinzi, your family has always lived in this house, right?"

Nobuko kept her hands on her hands and replied in a low voice: "Yes, this is our ancestral home. When there was a fishing village, our Hibino family lived here."

Tang Guobin smiled and said: "I read in an ancient book that there used to be a huge stone here. It seems to be in the yard to the left of the patio." What he is most concerned about now is the whereabouts of the sword manual, hoping to get some useful information from this girl.

information.

The volcanic stone in Xinzi's hand suddenly stopped, and Tang Guobin tightened his grip on the handle of the knife. He could feel the stone in the girl's hand behind him trembling twice. It seemed that she was touched by the question.

"There is a stone, which is still placed in the yard. My great-grandfather's generation carved it into a stone statue. It is a full-length stone statue of Wusheng Miyamoto Musashi." Nobuko spoke in a low voice, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.

Tang Guobin smiled and said: "That's great. I didn't expect that this stone is still there. You must know that this is a very special stone. Miss Xinzi, can you take me to visit it?"

The volcanic stone in Nobuko's hand began to move again, and she said in a soft voice: "No, the stone statue of Wu Sheng can only be worshiped during the annual Bon Bon Festival. I'm sorry."

Tang Guobin nodded and said yes. He didn't insist on anything anymore. It was enough to get the news that the stone was still there. It was very likely that the sword manual was still buried in the same place. If it disappeared, it would be easy to find it. It would be in the hands of the girl's family.

After soaking in the hot spring pool for an unknown amount of time, Tang Guobin felt a little astringent all over his body. Only then did Xinzi stop. After leaving the hot spring pool, there was a bamboo shower next to him. After washing his body, the astringent feeling disappeared, and he put on a pair of clothes.

He put on a loose bathrobe, picked up his suitcase and long knife, and walked out of the room with the girl who had put on her kimono.

Holding a red lantern in his hand, Xinzi led the way and led Tang Guobin upstairs. The murmuring sounds upstairs had already stopped. When he looked up, the lights in the two rooms had been extinguished and the people who wanted to come had already disappeared.

Go to sleep.

"Sir, please come this way." Nobuko stretched out his hand and pushed open a door, walked in hunched over, put down the lantern, and lit a gauze-shaded lamp on the low table. The wooden floor in the room was smooth to bare feet.

The household furnishings are quite simple, including a low plank bed, a table with simple tea sets, and a folded quilt. At this level, it is not even as good as a small hotel in China that costs thirty yuan a night.

Young Master Tang has a habit when he is in a foreign country. He likes to compare things from the island country with those at home. But he was very proud to find that the things here are bullshit and full of cheats. He walked to a table and sat down cross-legged, and picked it up casually.

I poured a cup of tea from the teapot on the table, and when I took a sip, I realized that the tea was actually cold.

"Xinzi, can you make me a pot of hot tea? Please!" Young Master Tang tried his best to imitate the tone of the islanders, which would make it easier to act.

Nobuko whispered shyly: "Sir, this pot of tea is not for drinking. Nobuko holds it in your mouth to clean you..."


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