‘She didn’t notice anything wrong at all. In order to make the owner feel comfortable enough, she even leaned her upper body in the middle of the Golden Guangyao double tui, rubbed back and forth with two plump and round tui, and collided with the big Golden Guangyao root. While feeling the force squeeze, it could also bring enough strong thorns. If it were decades ago, Golden Guangyao would definitely feel very comfortable, and would even press the girl on the spot and fuck hard on the floor covered with thick velvet blankets.

Anyone will feel tired of eating the same dishes for a long time. Playing the same game for decades, even if it is pricked, no matter how expensive it is, it will lose enough attraction. Women, to put it bluntly, they are two breasts and one pussy. The Red Sè Republic Army has a huge production base for replicants. Jin Guangyao has long been extremely annoyed by all kinds of beauties produced by using the genes of stars of the old era, and even wants to vomit. In order to satisfy the curiosity, for a while, he began to turn his attention to men and disabled people with physical defects. C or, using genetic conversion, forced to create a heterogeneous woman with four tui, two heads and three hands. If it weren't for fear of the sudden mutation of the replicants' genes, they would produce powerful power without control. Guangyao even wanted to create a few hen heads, human bodies, or monsters such as beautiful women with upper body, octopus on lower body.

As the eleventh son of the great leader, Jin Guangyao does have the right to freely select products from a biological factory. It is normal to be tired of playing, xing.

Love the game, he really wants to change his appetite and try the bone spirit, spider demon, or female warrior with horse body, and witch with hawk face described in ancient civilization mythology."

Thinking of this, Jin Guangyao stretched out his right hand expressionlessly, grabbed the gun on the wooden table next to him, raised his head slightly, looked at the young girl who was leaning halfway between her two tui and tried to massage. At the same time, her face was filled with extremely frightened, aiming. "." "," smiled and pulled the board machine.

The blasting heart of the head flowed out from the inside of the skull. Jin Guangyao lay down on his back again, enjoying the flow of liquid from the body. "." It was only now that he finally had a little hope of hard erectile urge.

The pistol has a small caliber and the power of the bullet is very limited. This lightweight weapon that weakens the recoil is very popular among the upper class of the Red Republican Army. It is also because of this that the girl whose back of the head explodes still has her front cheek. Looking from the side, you can see a face that is completely similar to Fang Yujie.

This woman has become the best object of dreams of countless powerful people in the new capital. Jin Guangyao is no exception. His greatest wish is to be able to press over his cold body, tear the white coat in the most brutal way, and torture it apart amid screams and screams.

Every child of the great leader has a copying individual produced by Lin Xiang or Jin Guangyao genes. Humans have an extremely subtle desire to conquer Yu. The unknown ordinary common men and women can only bring about sensory friction and enjoyment. When those characters who have actually appeared in legends or shows that they have actually appeared kneel down at their feet like dogs, begging for their tails, letting themselves bend them flatten, hang up and beat them, or use the most inferior means to destroy them, they will always produce unprecedented pleasure and expand into stronger and stronger ambitions.

Strict body, getting colder and colder.

After sleeping for more than ten minutes in the hazy and bloody environment, Jin Guangyao suddenly felt an unprecedented disgust. He kicked the dead body between his straddle, picked up a bottle of Kaifeng's imitation special "Maotai" from the coffee table next to him, and angrily poured the expensive wine on the surface of his skin that he had turned red."... c It was not until the last drop of wine was controlled from the bottle that he was extremely depressed and threw the bottle heavily on the fireplace opposite.

"It's not possible to continue like this. I feel less and less. I don't know what to play. I need a new toy and a new game." "The first one, the copying person feels like wood. I won't resist, there is no thorn. I need more freshness, I need."." The real living person..."

Jin Guangyao muttered to himself, sat upright from the recliner, and used his fat feet stained with blood to turn the body of the female copycat lying on the ground. He tilted his head and stared at the beautiful face with fear for a long time before he casually raised his toes and stepped on them, rubbing back and forth maliciously and ferociously..."."

The clouds floating in the background of the sky made a very faint gap. They immediately sprinkled a piece of sunshine that was difficult to see in this season, illuminating a bright piece of gold in the dark gray and black new capital. Although they didn't feel much warmth, they made the dull and silent heart produce a little bit of slight vitality that had disappeared for a long time.

Fang Yujie sat at the desk as usual, half of her body, turned her head and stared at the electron microscope on the table in a very powerful position. The wide white coat loosened to both sides of her shoulders in an exaggerated manner, and a black silk strap was drawn. In the middle of her waist, she casually clasped two buttons, barely keeping the whole piece of clothing from falling off, but she showed her slender pairs of crossed left and right and left with high raised. If it weren't for the tightly pressed on the surface of the skin, the smooth and soft black stockings obstructed to some extent, she would definitely be able to clearly see through the mysterious black area in the middle of the root that was dry and tongue-tight.

The laboratory has always been Fang Yujie's si-man space. In addition to various types of experimental equipment, next door is a personal residence with a full set of living facilities. This is equivalent to the backyard of her own home. Not to mention this kind of unscrupulous outfit, even if she doesn't wear anything, she will not feel the cold or hot, and there is no danger of being peeped at or taking photos in the dark.

Open the drawer and take out a paper box about ten centimeters square. Tear open the seal tied to the mouth of the box, and a piece of chocolate wrapped in tin foil from it. Carefully and slowly lift the paper surface, pick it up with slender and smooth fingers, and put it in your mouth. "." The whole thing is gentle and orderly, and even has a beauty full of infinite reverie. While completing all this, her eyes have never left the microscope... Where is the world that can truly attract her enough.

Cigarettes, coffee, chocolate. These three things are Fang Yujie's long decades in the underground base. From disgust to trying to accept, they eventually evolved into a partner that she carried with her and could never give up. They have a strong sting effect on the human central nervous system. Self-evolving viruses can also remove nicotine and caffeine that cause toxic and harm to the body. However, the brain will still have a dependent effect on these foreign substances. Simply put, it is addiction.

This strong demand is of course not the "absolute material need" in the usual sense of the old era. It is entirely generated from the subconscious mind. When thinking is in trouble, physical fatigue, or even hunger, it is similar to the instinctive desire for food in the stomach sac. It is like people who have already quit smoking addiction, always put their hands in their pockets intentionally or unintentionally, and zip cigarette boxes and lighters in familiar positions. In fact, they do not need tobacco sting effect, they are just habitual instinctive actions.

Fang Yujie can't remember how long it took for her to eat normally. This does not mean that she will never eat anything but replaces regular meals such as meals with high-calorie foods such as chocolate. In addition, the taste and taste are excellent, but it will never meet the peristalsis needs of the stomach bag.

If it were an ordinary person, he had already been hungry and as if he had withered. However, the viruses parasitic in the body could completely distribute the external energy entering the body to every organ that needed them. It is precisely because of this forced balance that Fang Yujie still remains healthy. After all, for a high-level psychopath at her level, food is just a different form of energy. Chocolate, rice, fish-flavored shredded pork, sea cucumber, abalone, steamed buns. "." In fact, there is no longer any meaning. The taste and taste are not important. They have been completely digitized. Except for the number of calories they each contain, the recipe or taste can be ignored.

In short, even a plate of stewed human flesh placed in front of Fang Yujie would eat without frowning. This thing has energy, as for the source. "." In the old days, billions of humans were dead, and escape and abuse were performed in the wilderness every day. In some remote areas, there were even "human pigs" that specialize in feeding and fattening."... I am not so noble that others can eat, but I can eat it too.

The thick gray chocolate candy cubes have melted into a soft and sticky sweet slurry in the mouth. This candy, probably like a "happy drug" in human history, does have the powerful force that makes people eat and eat without stopping. Feeling the rich aroma that slowly rushes from the nasal cavity to the top of the skull, Fang Yujie gently kneaded the tin foil that was circled in a ball of skull with her left hand, and her right hand quickly wrote a series of numbers on the experimental record book on the desktop. After nearly ten minutes, she put down the pen in her hand and picked up the cool coffee next to her. Her eyes also moved away from the microscope that seemed to be stuck to it and moved to a blue-gray cardboard folding piece at the top of the document holder.

This is an invitation. The workmanship is very exquisite, and the cover also has the golden five-pointed stars unique to the Red Republican Army, as well as a row of words "The Supreme People's Committee of the National Socialist Party..." that form a semicircle around it.

Although the laboratory is closed, it is not completely blocked from the outside world. Important information and documents are entered into the room by conveyor belts on special interfaces every day. For example, the invitation to the official residence of the leader in front of you must be processed as soon as possible and cannot be ignored.

Fang Yujie casually opened the paper and quickly browsed the neat printed text on it.

The content is very simple, and the main meaning of the great leader will hold a banquet at the official residence tonight. Lieutenant General Fang Yujie is invited to visit him.

Suddenly, she stopped chewing in her mouth, lit a cigarette, and stared silently at the piece of paper spread out on the table. Her eyes were always on the words with invitations, falling into deep thoughts..."."

At 19:30, an extended version of the "Red Flag S-shaped" black sè luxury sedan was slowly driven out in a military base located in the southeast of New Beijing. Accompanied by four other heavy military jeeps in front and behind, it slowly drove towards the central area of ​​the city.

In the fully enclosed carriage, Fang Yujie sat upright with a plain expression. As usual, she had no embellishment. She was still a neatly tailored lieutenant general uniform, with gold silk thread embroidered on both sides of her shoulders embroidered as military badges. Under the black short skirt that could barely wrap around the tun section, there were two straight and long tulips wrapped in silk stockings. Regardless of the pair of matte women's shoes with a height of more than ten centimeters, the round ankles and straight lines made people unable to help but have a strong desire to burst out.

Without any diamonds or gold or other decorations, the hard collar style sets her neck more straightened, and the women's military uniform gradually tightens toward her waist along both sides of the shoulder line, perfectly setting off the bulging front. The expression on her face is as cold as ever, and against the backdrop of her snow-white and soft skin, it shows an inaccessible, but is neutralized by the majestic general's uniform, and a special beauty between the two.

The carriage is very spacious. Except for two parasitic guards with eight-star strength, only Jin Guangyao is sitting opposite.

From getting off the car to holding the roof, he did not complete the whole work of holding the car as usual. Instead, he practiced it himself, as if he had received a well-trained follower, earnest and respectful, and even a bit flattering.

If a person wants to get something, he must first pay enough.

Jin Guangyao did not feel insulted. The word "dignity" can only play a sufficient role in the right situation. Whenever he thinks of this general who is called "the first beauty of the Red Republican Army...", he will soon be pressed under himself, and Jin Guangyao will have the strong urge to fire. If it weren't for the last trace of reason in the subconscious of his brain, he kept reminding himself not to make any flaws. He was drooling and pounced on her, and with unusual violence, he severely tore apart the majestic military uniform that made him feel infinite reverie.

The invitations are of course forged.

Jin Guangyao fabricated a not-so-smart lie and invited Fang Yujie in the name of his father's great leader. He himself was to show that the leader attached great importance to his subordinates and specially appointed reception.

In Xinjing, except for a few of the few senior executives, ordinary people could not enjoy such treatment. Since six years ago, Jin Guangyao began to study Fang Yujie's travel rules. Apart from the invitation of the official residence of the leader, she never attended any banquets. Even major festivals such as National Day, she would not appear like those dignitaries who like to be on the spot in public, but would sit silently in her laboratory, conducting research alone that no one knows the actual meaning.

Many people, including the descendants of the leader, have fantasies of extraordinary friendship with Fang Yujie. However, these loves expressed in various types are ignored without exception, and even hit the head and blood on the cold and hard walls of the laboratory. This also makes many young men, people and noble officials have a subconscious gratitude and complacentness to watch jokes while being angry and frenzied. Based on the theory that grapes that I can't eat are always sour, Fang Yujie's mysterious halo is getting stronger and stronger, and she is interested in her, and even desires are more and more people.

Looking at the woman sitting opposite without expression, Jin Guangyao swallowed his saliva unconsciously. After three years, he finally had the urge to get tough today. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, he could tell those suitors who also had high positions what kind of wonderful story happened tonight with an extremely satisfied feeling. This is a war between men, and he got the highest reward very smoothly and took the lead. "." As for what kind of sensational consequences this matter would cause within the Republican Army or in the new capital, Jin Guangyao never thought about it, and he was unwilling to think about it... My father is the head of state, and I will do whatever I like..."."

The convoy drove off the booking route on a curve and headed towards the Siren villa located in the northern suburbs of Jin Guangyao.

Fang Yujie sat on a leather seat with her hands crossed her hands, and her facial expressions did not change at all since she got on the car. Her beauty and beauty seemed to be just a decoration attached to the surface of her skin. There was only a complete coldness and rigidity left inside her body. Just like a piece of lifeless metal, it should be said that it was a machine that lost energy and could no longer move.

"Where are you going to take me?"

Through the thick velvet curtains, there was no sight outside. However, the vehicle's movement trajectory was completely inconsistent with the route in his memory. The powerful detection consciousness spreading towards the surroundings also accurately indicated a completely different direction from the invitation content. Looking coldly at the golden light on his face, which completely disappeared, and was replaced by greedy yuwang, Fang Yujiebai ignored this change, and just said lightly: "You'd better not do anything stupid. C is still too late to go back now, it's still time..."

“I have a big chuáng.

Very soft and very comfortable.”
Chapter completed!