Doomsday Wonderland

If you want to talk about how joyful and excited Li Bao was when he met Lin Sanjiu in the past, then at this moment when she pushed open the door and interrupted the billiard game, Li Bao raised his head, and suddenly there was a look on his face that almost overshadowed the past. bright.

"elder sister!"

He jumped up immediately as if he was saved, and with a swipe of his hand, he threw the billiard cue stick down—when he ran towards Lin Sanjiu a few steps, the billiard cue stick also hit the billiard table with a bang, Taking advantage of the trend, half a game of billiards was scattered and messed up with a clatter; all of a sudden, **** of various colors rolled around on the entire green table, making noises in a hurry.

"Did you come to see me?" Libao seemed to be ignorant of the chaos behind him, and naturally moved to Lin Sanjiu, like a small animal that had grown a habit, waiting for the comfort and hug of a certain human being.

Lin Sanjiu stroked his hair and asked with a smile, "Are you still able to play billiards?"

"No, he won't."

Qing Jiuliu supported the cue and lazily pulled himself up from the chair. "Didn't you see... how can this call him to play billiards, this is called billiards to hit him."

The gift package seems to be using willpower to make yourself deaf to him—if you can add a narration or dubbing to his thinking activities, it is probably similar to "Don't listen to his sister here to see my sister, I will listen I don't see" or something like that.

Qing Jiuliu added slowly: "Or to be more precise, I started a murder of him on the table. Ah, it's really tragic."

Finally, Li Bao couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head away from Ji Shanqing's shoulder. "You know all the rules, all strategies, and all technical essentials of billiards!"

Ji Shanqing held back his satisfaction and satisfaction, and let out a heavy "hmm".

"It's no use,"

My body froze, as if I was stuck in the operating system, but also as if I dared to talk wildly, for fear of falling out of that moment—I was held by Ji Shanqing and followed you step by step Walking, in a trance, almost hit his leg by the corner of the table.

Ji Shanqing watched the seven pick up the disrupted game and bent over the table again. Even if you know billiards too well, you still feel that there is nothing more boring in the world besides that moment.

"The Salais family will fry fresh ones for you," Simia seemed to be very positive about using her own energy to feed Bolin Sanjiu, even if it was her sister's request. "Based on your current appetite, you're not even a little discouraged. Sister, save the spare energy you brought. I'm sure if you can find fuel tomorrow, those energy will be used under Exodus."

By the time you put it on, the glass is completely empty, filled with soggy, tired half-melted ice.

Yu Yuan raised a hand, and touched his eyebrows in a daze, as if nothing unbelievable happened just now, but I was going to grab it.

Speaking of fuel, I remind you of another thing.

Qing Jiuliu picked up the wine glass from under a big table, resting his fingertips on the clear and cool wall of the glass, a layer of light and shadow was reflected by the shaking of the homework wine. The ice cube hit hard; I allowed the wine to quickly absorb the temperature outside my mouth, flowed down my throat, and swallowed, before I said quickly: "...Should it be, or it will be."

"I'm willing to go to the medical cabin," Simia said with a straight face, looking at the billiard **** that had returned to their respective positions under the table, "I insist that my injury is serious, but I must go to the medical cabin. Qing Jiuliu drinks and plays billiards. You see, I don’t want to hide from the little wizard, it’s said that your temper and mood are very bad right now.”

It seems that the temperature of the next person is still attached, the wine slips out of your mouth, the taste buds seem to wake up suddenly, no memory, and the memory is awakened, entangled with the smell of wine; lips and tongue are in anger , I was willing to let go of my hand, only willing to let the subsequent wine be swallowed into the white belly when less wine flowed back.

When I saw Ji Shanqing at first glance, I was even taken aback, as if I hadn't even expected that there was someone standing next to him—this is really a common situation for degenerates—I vacated Sitting up straight, everyone was startled by the movement; I was anxious for a few seconds outside the semi-dark corner, as if my mind was gradually reconnecting with reality.

That's right.

You let my temperature, the touch of my skin, the clear and light smell... all melt away from my lips, the tip of my nose, and every bone of my own, and then I raised my head again.

Qing Jiuliu glanced back at you from under his shoulder, there seemed to be no smile at the corner of his mouth, and it seemed like your illusion. "...is he thirsty?"

"Really?" Qing Jiuliu smiled without a smile.

"... Big wine?" I opened my eyes sleepily and blinked twice.

Qing Jiuliu himself could not hold back his laughter, but he still turned his head, put his index finger under his lips, and gave you a "shush", saying, "He's going to wake Yu Yuan up."

"He's coming to kiss you," Qing Jiuliu watched as you walked over, raised his hands to protect his two foreheads, and said, "It's for his sake."

"Ah?" Nie Xingjian was startled, and turned his head, only to find that there was no one in a dark corner at the end of the room where the lights had been deliberately turned off. The body rises and falls slightly. You lowered your voice and asked, "Why did I fall asleep outside?"

I then walked to the table, picked up a ball, and placed it in the center of the table. "It doesn't matter, you continue to be broken... What is he still doing standing? Holding the club."

so bad…

Nie Xingjian also knew what was going on with him. Before he woke up, he suppressed and suppressed your desire to feel, touch, swallow, and fuse with your partners with your skin and body. You suddenly wake up from your sleep, you can't resist, and you also long to be swallowed by that desire.

Qing Jiuliu showed a row of teeth at me, as if he had finally caught a long-awaited prey in a trap he had carefully placed. "...Oh, so he remembered the position of each ball just now?"

Ji Shanqing was taken aback, not surprised why I knew you were the person beside me when I still had my eyes fully open.

"Why did he ask to come back to the seventh game just now?" Qing Jiuliu asked with a sense of nonsense.

Qingjiu Liubai seems to have been drinking a lot since he relaxed. At this time, the weight of the alcohol slightly fell on my eyelids, half covering my childish holes. I thought for a few seconds, and said fiercely: "Because you are too much of a man's job."

"Yes," Qing Jiuliu tapped his temple with his finger, "That's not your brain before it was damaged."

"It's important, you remember the position." Qing Jiuliu smiled again, and quickly broke two more balls. "It's just that his sister is here, and he cried with no shoulders after the beating."

"How do you know he is cheating?"

"By the way, have they contacted me?" Ji Shanqing asked Qing Jiuliu.

"How could he remember the position of the billiard ball?" Simia looked away, looking even more depressed, his face seemed to sink to the ground, and said bluntly, "Does he mean that alcohol damages brain cells?"

"You seem... to have a dream." I raised my head, looked at Ji Shanqing, frowned and said, "He is outside the dream, it seems like you are talking about something very important... But other than that, You just forgot." While watching, you chatted with the seven people, and then asked the gift bag: "Does he have no data on bad food like chips and cornflakes? He writes some, give Paulin three drinks."

...The co-author hasn't made a defeat yet.

Nie Xingjian's clear eyes were wider than billiard balls.

Putting on the jacket, the body that is breathing ups and downs and exuding coldness is shaped because of you: ink-colored tattoos, muscles with bandages, short hair scattered under the chair, straight upper jawbones...

Ji Shanqing couldn't help laughing, stopped a step or two away from me, and asked, "Why is it bad for you?"

I seem to be holding back and holding back, and finally I have held back, letting the last sentence leak out: "If I fell asleep halfway through beating, you will definitely come off the bench and play such a chatty game."

To hold back a smile on Li Bao's expression of satisfaction, willingness, and wanting to ask for help is really a test of Ji Shanqing's facial muscles. In order to cover up, you raised your head and picked up Qing Jiuliu's glass, and pretended to take a sip of the wine.

"What's the matter?" Qing Jiu stayed under the cue and asked back.

Nie Xingjian relaxed his body, slid up from the chair, and curled up for a while as if he had no bones. You look like a trapped animal inside you, scratching your heart and liver, wanting you to ask Yu Yuan about the situation carelessly, and every word is ignored—but you are willing to wake me up again.

Ji Shanqing raised his head, and kissed deeply under the forehead of the gift bag.

Even if it is a data body, there is no such thing as "just practice and do it", Ji Shanqing thought.

Yu Yuan suddenly uttered a burst of embarrassing syllables from his nose.

"It was contacted by Nie Xing." Qing Jiuliu focused his eyes on the table tennis, as if the smallest goal was not to teach Simia a lesson, but he still knew what you were referring to. "...Just wait for the spacecraft to refill the fuel tomorrow, and then set off for homework. I have heard my nickname for a long time, and you want to see me too."

After you struggled for a while, you still stood up and approached Yu Yuan who was sleeping soundly outside the dark corner.

"How about he give himself a little humility first?" Simia finally held back, "Whoever said that your sister wants to kiss him—just mentioning it, you want to wash your mouth."

Although that was too worthy of the gift package, but perhaps the scorching alcohol had played a role, Ji Shanqing plopped and sat back out of Qing Jiu's chair, laughing uncontrollably. You have a special capacity for alcohol, you only need half a glass of residual wine to burn your mind and mind, and the strings hum.

Nie Xingjian stretched out his soft hand soaked in alcohol, called out the interactive screen, and asked Sha Laisi to continue to deliver all kinds of food to Bonie Xingjian, and specially ordered a few low-calorie, chewy ones. As long as a ration is left for others, even if the remaining food reserves are fed with Pauline three wines, it is a trivial matter. After all, it is the Karma Museum, and there is a lack of basic supplies.

The cold wine touched your lips and separated your lips and teeth before you realized what you were doing.

The gift bag was taken aback. "Eh? But—the ball—"

But very slowly, you realize that you have misunderstood—Yu Yuan didn't know just now.

…Just now Pauline Sanjiu said that you took advantage, which seems to be unreasonable.