Strongest Guard

When the machine assembly line has not been popularized, any handmade products are the existence of bad streets.

But when the machine assembly line can produce the things that were chased by people in the past, the value of the handmade products that have been almost eliminated has doubled.

Like the most expensive watches, the most expensive bags, the most expensive clothes, and even the most expensive cars, they are all handmade.

So is the shackles.

This shackle is made of mahogany, handmade, painted with varnish, smooth and smooth, you can see that it is very valuable.

It's very heavy, and it looks like a dozen kilograms, and it won't take long to stand on a person's neck.

The ghost knows how those masters who spent their entire lives developing boudoir supplies picked this thing.

After weighing the weight in his hand, Li Nanfang was very satisfied.

Turn on the switch above to split the shackle in half.

In the middle of the shackles is a hole the size of a bowl, and there are two teacup-like holes in the front, which are used to lock hands.

There is also a thin stainless steel chain on it, and it will make a rattling sound when it shakes a little.

Li Nanfang nodded and asked Helan Xiaoxin: "Yue Zitong, have you worn this thing?"

Helan Xiaoxin shook his head, but then nodded.

"Oh, I've worn it. I'll just say, if I were you, I can't wait to put it on her after I get the goods."

Li Nanfang asked again: "What about you, have you ever worn it?"

Helan Xiaoxin nodded, then shook his head again.

Two times in a row, she tried to lie.

But dare not.

"You won't wear it anymore. Because you are the hero."

Li Nanfang smiled and continued to ask: "Do you want to wear it, feel it really."

Helan Xiaoxin shook his head instinctively.

She's not "polite", but she really doesn't want to wear it.

She hadn't forgotten how uncomfortable the naked Yue Zitong felt after wearing this thing.

The smile on Li Nanfang's face hardened again: "Really not?"

"Dai, wear! I, I wear!"

When Helan Xiaoxin said the last word, he could no longer control the fear in his heart, so he burst into tears.

Amid the sad crying, she thought of an allusion, asking Jun to enter the urn.

During the reign of Wu Zetian, there were two cool officials under him, one was Zhou Xing and the other was called Junchen.

These are two dogs raised by Empress Zetian, who have killed many people.

When they did all the bad things, and when they would cause dissatisfaction, Wu Zetian decided to kill one.

Let Junchen Lai kill Zhou Xing.

Coincidentally, when the secret decree was delivered to Junchen's house, he was with Zhou Xing, drinking and discussing the case.

After reading Wu Zetian's secret decree, Lai Junchen calmly put the secret decree on his sleeve, and still went back to talk to Zhou Xing. He said that a group of prisoners had been arrested recently and most of them refused to confess honestly. What do you think?

Zhou Xing twisted his beard and smiled slightly and said that it was not easy. Recently, my buddy figured out a new way to put a big urn on the charcoal fire. If anyone refuses to confess, he will be baked in a large urn. Are you afraid that he won't recruit?

When Lai Junchen heard this, he immediately sent someone to bring a big urn and a basin of charcoal into the hall, and put the urn on the brazier. The charcoal in the basin was raging, and the whole hall could not help sweating.

Zhou Xing was surprised, Lai Junchen stood up, stretched his face and said, buddy just received the secret decree of the queen mother, and someone has reported you for treason. If you don't confess honestly, you have to invite you into this urn.

When Zhou Xing heard this, he was so scared that he flew into the air, and all kinds of plea, but was rejected.

According to wild history, when Zhou Xing was placed in a large urn for barbecue, he also dictated his personal feelings and asked Lai Junchen to record it for the convenience of future generations.

Helan Xiaoxin bought the shackles that tortured Yue Zitong, but was used by Li Nanfang. She was really a female version of Zhou Xing.

But who can blame this?

When Li Nanfang referred to the instructions printed on the shackles and used the entire set of props on her in accordance with the formal process, Helan Xiaoxin's cry became louder.

Li Nanfang remained unmoved, but asked slowly: "Did she cry when you were wearing this thing for her?"

Did Yue Zitong cry at that time?

Helan Xiaoxin said that he had forgotten.

Even if Yue Zitong was crying, what about it?

When someone cries, someone laughs.

Just like now, Helan Xiaoxin was crying, but Li Nanfang was laughing.

After letting her wear heavy shackles, stood up and walked around, Li Nanfang asked her to sit down again.

He didn't know how to punish Helan Xiaoxin.

But Helan Xiaoxin seemed to have already arrived at this day, so he put so many props in the room in advance.

Leather whips, candles, and even tiger stool oil essence, etc., it is troublesome to play, and there is not much novelty.

In the woman's low cry, Li Nanfang wandered around the room, looking for new ideas everywhere.

Hard work pays off.

He really found it, in the small drawer of the dressing table.

That is a piece of rice paper.

On the rice paper, there are a few lines of pen characters that are beautiful enough to participate in the calligraphy contest of the home, a simple summary of Helan Xiaoxin's experience these days, that is, how to play in order to get a greater sense of accomplishment from Yue Zitong.

Shackles, of course, must be on the list.

In addition, there are leather whips, brushes, and electric tattoo machines for tattoos.

There are many pictures in the small drawer.

In these tattoo papers, there is a blue-black cobra, crouched, with a flat head raised up, staring blood-red little mung bean eyes, scarlet letterhead, sticking out the old man.

Helan Xiaoxin wrote in her experience that if this cobra is pierced on Tongtong's body, it will definitely make her more attractive.

"You wrote this?"

Li Nanfang shook his experience and asked Helan Xiaoxin.

Helan Xiaoxin nodded, crying and replied: "I **** it. Li Nanfang, I just think so, but haven't done it yet-this, this is just my wish. Please let me go. I swear, never I dare to betray you again."

Ignoring her plea, Li Nanfang just asked: "Then do you want to fulfill your wish?"

Helan Xiaoxin's cry stopped.

She didn't know that Li Nanfang asked this for Mao.

Thoughts turn.

Is he going to join hands with me to torture Tongtong?

In fact, he also likes to engage in such a snake on Tongtong's beautiful ass?

Ha, the idea of ​​a smelly man is abnormal!

But I like it.

I was excited when I thought about it. There was a cobra on my delicate body. When I, Helan Xiaoxin, thought of this, Li Nanfang found a shaving knife from the prop.

The shaving knife is very sharp, and one can cut the skin accidentally.

"You, what are you doing with the knife?"

Seeing Li Nanfang picking up the knife, making gestures in his hand, and walking over, Helan Xiaoxin finally realized that something was wrong.

If she was calm, Xin Jie would never have the ridiculous idea just now, thinking that he was going to fulfill her unfulfilled wish, stabbing a cobra on Yue Zitong's ass.

She was really frightened by Li Nanfang's "consideration", and she was not very normal even with her thinking.

The most terrifying thing is not the storm, but the eve of the storm.

Helan Xiaoxin's storm finally caused raindrops to fall.

She suddenly realized how ridiculous the idea just now was. Li Nanfang asked her if she wanted to fulfill her wish. In fact, she wanted to fulfill it!

"Don't come over! Bastard, don't come over."

Helan Xiaoxin was frightened, stood up suddenly from the edge of the bed, and ran towards the door.

It's just that she wears heavy shackles around her neck, and her feet are also tied by thin stainless steel chains, and she can only step forward more than ten centimeters.

She is not a bird and can't fly. How can she run fast?

Only in panic, he fell to the ground with a plop.

Li Nanfang finally stopped laughing.

Just now, after seeing his gentleman's smile in the mirror of the dressing table, he was also extremely annoying.

To torture a **** stinky woman, is it necessary to maintain a **** gentleman manner?

He grabbed the shackles and lifted Helan Xiaoxin with a little force. After her neck was stuck in the shackles, she was choking and unable to breathe. The cold light flashed in her right hand.

Ultraman's smooth and slick special leather, under the shaving knife, is not much stronger than tofu, and was soon cut apart, revealing Helan Xiaoxin's Nabite leather and a smoother back.

With such a quick knife and such a rude gesture, Li Nanfang didn't even hurt any hairs when he cut her back.

Although he really wanted to go down with a knife, directly cut the artery in the neck of this stinky woman.

Jing Hongming's words sounded in his ears, don't hurt Helan Xiaoxin.

Only then did Li Nanfang know why Jing Hongming asked him so.

It seems that he should have known how Helan Xiaoxin tortured Yue Zitong, but he did not interfere.

Jing Hongming couldn't manage.

Not to mention he is an elder, and in a practical sense, Yue Zitong and Helan Xiaoxin are both Li Nanfang's women.

The two nieces and daughters-in-law played fun games, and Jing Hong ordered an elder to intervene, so the dog would take the mouse?

This kind of thing is a housework, and it needs to be handled by Li Nanfang himself.

Jing Hongming at most solemnly instructed Li Nanfang not to hurt Helan Xiaoxin.

As for why Helan Xiaoxin could not be killed, it should be related to her being the daughter of Helan Bodang?

Besides, Helan Xiaoxin committed so many serious crimes that deserved to be decapitated, and Jing Hong didn’t move her. It’s nothing to play with Aunt Yue.

Thanks to his instructions, Li Nanfang was able to suppress his anger and not kill him.

"Don't you like to play? Then I will play with you and help you realize your dreams that you never realized."

Li Nanfang sneered, raised his right foot and kicked Helan Xiaoxin's stomach hard.

The scream of this woman was simply too harsh.

After kicking it up, she was too honest, holding her belly with her hands and bending into a prawn posture, which was just convenient for Li Nanfang to tattoo her.

The plastic paper with the cobra painted on it is specially made and can be affixed to a human body. It is transparent.

In this way, it is possible to minimize undesirable mistakes in the work of the tattoo artist.

Hum!

After pressing the switch of the tattoo machine, the sharp needle immediately flashed with cold light.

The long needle on the tattoo machine is hollow and can hold the pigment used for the tattoo.

Without even thinking about it, Li Nanfang chose pure black.

The cobra Helan Xiaoxin prepared for Yue Zitong is blue and black, OK?

Li Nanfang only used jet black—he felt that this color was the most suitable for Helan Xiaoxin.

"what!"

When the sharp needle tip pierced Helan Xiaoxin's skin, she let out a scream of death.

In fact, it doesn't hurt too much when getting a tattoo.

Helan Xiaoxin, who has always been proud of her delicate skin and tender flesh, hopes that Li Nanfang will interrupt her legs and not "stain" her skin.

How can Li Nanfang care about this?

Forcing her to kneel on the bed, step on her feet with her right foot, grab her hair with her left hand, and press her head firmly on the bed. The tattoo machine in her right hand follows the line of the stickers, non-stop.

With the scream of Helan Xiaoxin, he drilled out of the open door and wandered the hall outside.

Like a ghost crying.

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