Just sneak up on me. Can you stop spanking me all the time?
Even if you hit me, you can bear it. Can you have some morality and not hit the same place?
I don’t know. Does this hurt? No. Does it hurt like hell?
Clouds of evil thoughts are like rolling waves rushing to Muhai.
"Ah …"
Shen Tunan touched his ass and his hands were full of blood.
Trembling looks like experiencing the worst punishment.
The pain came and went, and each time he gritted his teeth.
There are various expressions on his face, including pain, resentment, injustice and unwillingness.
He struggled up and limped towards the cymbals.
"Whew …"
Just take two steps, two stones hit two asses again impartially.
"Oh …"
Shen Tunan bounced up and then chewed a mouthful of mud on his face.
Shen Tunan was shaking on the ground, and his hands took out a jade bottle from his pocket.
"Hum …"
Shen Tunan snorted with a cold face and then poured the medicine on his ass.
Seeing his ass visible to the naked eye, he quickly recovered.
Blink and recover.
"There is only a little bit left."
Shen Tunan’s eyes looked at the potion in the jade bottle and couldn’t help mumbling.
"Small is you …"
Shen Tunan flew straight at Muhai’s place and picked up the big cymbals when he rushed over.
Just now he deliberately limped forward to find Muhai’s position.
He succeeded. He successfully locked Muhai’s position.
"Whew …"
However, he just ran out of a few steps, and dozens of stones flew rapidly from the stereo.
Hearing these words, Shen Tunan’s scalp was numb and he didn’t want to keep the cymbals in front of him.
"Ding …"
Waves of metal chimes kept ringing and hit the cymbals.
But this time the stone has a huge impact ratio.
Shen Tunan’s body was repeatedly repelled.
Even the cymbals leave many stone marks.
The sound disappears and calms down all around.
Shen Tunan’s face was twisted when he saw the big cymbals bruised all over.
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