Cartoonist Code

The police uncle in the back is also riding a bicycle. Forget it, no matter what, the labor and management are people who have raced cars in San Lo. I have never seen anything in the world, and they can throw away police cars and planes. In the world of "Pokemon", they are also professional cyclists.

Dongfang Ming had the confidence to get rid of him and watch my drainage channel bend.

"Ming Sauce, ride your bike well!"

"I have a good ride...Fuck!"

Before Dongfang Ming finished speaking, a black figure suddenly jumped out of the road. When Dongfang Ming's car hit it, the direction suddenly turned uncontrollably and rode into the dim woods beside it.

Chapter 130 prpr

"it hurts……"

Dongfang Ming felt like his bones were about to break.

"Ming Sauce, are you alright?"

In the dark woods, the snow on the white can't be seen clearly, but the soft, um, there seems to be something hard, and it's still sitting there.

Bones or joysticks? Fubuki Shirakami didn't really want to know, because the position she touched was not the joystick.

"Yes, it's a big thing, don't touch it!"

The little fox rubbed his belly with his hands, and began to touch down from his stomach. Dongfang Ming was really afraid that he would touch other places.

"OK."

Baishang Chuixue obediently agreed, her little hand was still moving, how could she not touch it in the dark.

The police uncle who was chasing behind the corner of the Dongfang Ming Drainage was in the blind spot of the corner. He didn't know that the two had entered the woods and were still chasing forward. If they were caught, there would be no shortage of criticism and education. of.

"Blowing snow, take a picture with your phone to see if there is any injury on my back, it hurts a lot."

Dongfang Ming said and took off his shirt.

"Hey, perverted." He said, Baishang Fuxue took out his mobile phone for lighting, and both of them fell, but fortunately their mobile phones and bicycles were not damaged.

Under the strong light, what Bai Shang Fuxue saw was Dongfang Ming's naked back.

"It's scratched, and it's bleeding." Baishang Fuxue gently touched it, "Does it hurt?"

"pain……"

In the past, the little fox would definitely be happy to touch him with his little hands, but the pain in his back made him not in the mood to think about it.

"Did you bring a tissue?" Dongfang Ming asked the little fox. He usually brings paper when he goes out, but this time he forgot.

"It ran out a long time ago." The little fox will also bring a tissue, but after using it, there is no tissue if there is no tissue, and there are other ways.

"That counts as..."

Dongfang Ming thought about it, but was stunned by the warm touch on his back.

Wait, this slimy, wet feeling is.

A fevered snake?

No, it's the tongue.

Creamy scent...

Originally, I was a little shy about blowing snow on the white, but after licking it twice, I found that the taste of Dongfang Ming was a little delicious.

Not only the body scent is the taste of milk, but also the body?

If Mingjiang is allowed to drink milk tea every day, does that mean that the water in the bath after Mingjiang takes a bath has the taste of milk tea?

Fubuki has a bold idea.

"Blowing snow, it's alright..."

The pain and itching in the back made Dongfang Ming uncomfortable and comfortable, as if there was a deer in his heart, and then the deer died.

"Ming sauce tastes like milk, do you want to try Ming sauce?"

Bai Baixue's eyes sparkled in the dark night. She was a fox and could adapt to the night environment quickly. The photos on her phone just made her see more clearly.

"Ji Liu. No..." Dongfang Ming licked the back of his hand, but did not taste the milk that Chuixue said.

"Hmm..." Chuixue thought for a while, grabbed Dongfang Ming and kissed it, and stretched out the feverish little snake.

"Well!"

Dongfang Ming's eyes widened. In the dark environment, he couldn't see Fuxue's face that was flushed from neck to ears, but he felt that the temperature of Fuxue's face was obviously taller.

It did taste like the milk he was drinking. Facing the active Fubuki, he had no reason to back down, and hugged Fubuki tightly in return.

Resist, stalemate, counterattack.

When Dongfang Ming was about to succeed in counterattack, Fubuki suddenly surrendered.

"rua, pervert!"

"rua, it's you who perverted, forcibly kissing innocent teenagers in the dim woods."

It was a pity in Dongfang Ming's heart that he opened his teeth and almost attacked the mainland, but he did not expect Fubuki to surrender. Being stirred up by the little fox, the fire of a little bit of Welfare will definitely not be extinguished.

He patted in the direction of the little fox, rubbed the little fox's head, and ruthlessly vented his dissatisfaction.

"By the way, I have to find a cat!"

Baishang Chuixue, who was trying to change the subject and stop letting Dongfang Ming pay attention to the question just now, suddenly made a loud noise, which startled Dongfang Ming.

"cat?"

"The one you hit, it looks like a meow!"

When I was sitting in the back seat, I could vaguely see that the thing that sprang out of the grass seemed to be a pitch-black cat.

The **** mouse is also possible, the **** grass mud horse, and the **** female ghost are not impossible, but compared to the latter three or more strange things, Baishui Chuixue hopes to be Miaomiao.

"Is it possible, I won't die?"

Dongfang Ming didn't have any expectations, but he still went to see it. If he was alive, even though it was that cat touching porcelain, it was a life that couldn't be prevented and ignored.

"A cat has nine lives, and eight if it dies, it's fine."

"How do you know that's not its last life."

"Are you a gangster? I said it has eight lives left. Listen to me, listen to me."