Counterfeit Hero

Bonnie's words put Fatty directly into a state of sluggishness. After looking around for a long time, he finally confirmed the authenticity of the incident in the envious eyes of everyone. He blushed innocently and walked towards Bonnie's dormitory step by step. Behind him, a group of Lelei warriors clicked their tongues.

Bonnie stood quietly at the door, like a narcissus in full bloom, with stunning grace. With a warm smile on his face, he glanced at the taunting soldiers. The soldiers suddenly remembered that Bonnie was a training instructor, and they immediately fell silent and turned away dejectedly.

When the fat man came to the front, Bonnie's face was already blushing. Finally, she stamped her foot and pushed the fat man into the house. She bit her lip and gave him a white look before closing the door.

In the distance outside the door, there was a sound of ghosts crying and howling.

The last bit of courage the woman in the apron had finally completely disappeared. Even the jade-like ears and fair and elegant neck were flushed with embarrassment. Ignoring the fat man standing blankly at the entrance, Bonnie turned around and entered the kitchen, making the pots and pans rattle.

The fat man walked into the room as if he was sleepwalking. The elegant blue color was dotted with traces of pink, making the small dormitory look particularly cute. The psychologist was in a daze. He didn't expect that Bonnie, who looked proud on the outside, was such a little woman on the inside. Smelling the fragrance in the woman's boudoir, he felt a little flustered for a moment.

Sitting on the floor, the atmosphere of the dinner seemed particularly ambiguous in the silence between the two of them.

Bonnie wears the apron, like a gentle and beautiful housewife, and takes off the apron. She put on home clothes, and her graceful curves carried a natural charm. Seeing the wine staining Bonnie's cheeks and the fat man who drank a lot of whiskey in one go, he became more and more distracted.

"Damn fat guy..." Bonnie's eyes were watery and charming after drinking. No one can imitate Gu Panjian's natural charm: "What's your current hand speed?"

"Seventy-three movements per second." The fat man's eyes had unknowingly sunk into Bonnie's slightly open neckline, and the tall and erect breasts that were about to come out were dazzlingly white. Smoked and smoked. Answered casually.

Bonnie leaned softly on the small dining table and straightened up suddenly. She covered her mouth in surprise. I never thought of it in my wildest dreams, so I asked casually. I got such a surprising answer. Seventy-three moved, my God, that was an eleventh-level mecha warrior.

This meant that the crazy attack he saw had no discount at all. Fatty didn't even have to use all his strength to beat a ninth-level mecha warrior to the ground alive!

Is this possible? What kind of distortion has occurred in the world? An eleventh-level mecha master in his twenties just appeared out of nowhere!

When the fat man saw Bonnie straightening up, he thought that the voyeur had been exposed. He quickly turned his head away.

He was so eager to hide it, but Bonnie noticed the spring light in her open collar following his gaze. Xiafei's cheeks were embarrassed and anxious for a moment. He stood up and walked to the fat man, regardless of what genius mecha master he was. . He picked up the pillow he grabbed and threw it at him.

The fat hero did not suffer the immediate disadvantage and promptly lowered his head in regret.

Bonnie was smashing and smashing and suddenly laughed out loud: "...You didn't have such high hand speed when you caught me." She sat down next to the fat man. She hugged the pillow to her chest, her pretty face still red.

"That... was raised later." The fat man smelled the fragrance of Bonnie, and felt Bonnie's smooth jade skin next to him on his arm, and a tingling feeling in his heart made him restless. With his mouth dry, he grabbed a glass of whiskey and drank it.

"When?" Bonnie saw the fat man's eyes, and for some reason, she actually felt a little happy.

"It's...in that spaceship underground..." the fat man muttered.

"The spaceship..." Bonnie's face suddenly turned red. Thinking of the scene at that time, she threw the pillow in her hand onto the fat man's head and gritted her teeth: "...you still have the nerve to say that."

The fat man's head was hit sideways.

"At that time, I really wanted to kill you." Bonnie bit her lip.

"I was wrong..." Fatty's old face turned red. This matter was, after all, his geocentric disease.

"Is it okay to just admit your mistake?" Bonnie hugged the pillow and looked at the fat man with a half-smile. There was an indescribable expression on her charming face.

"Then..." The fat man lowered his head and confessed: "You tell me, I can compensate you in any way you want."

"Bah!" Bonnie spat softly, as if she didn't want to mention this matter again. She picked up the wine and took a big sip, but accidentally choked on it. She turned her face to one side and coughed violently. She suddenly felt aggrieved, and tears burst into her eyes without warning.

Looking at Bonnie's somewhat thin body and her slightly trembling shoulders, Fatty felt guilty and pity in his heart for a moment. When I was drunk, I felt like my mind was buzzing and going blank.

The alcohol finally sent a burst of blood straight to the top of his head. He reached out and pulled Bonnie tightly into his arms.

Bonnie's body trembled like an electric shock, and instantly softened. She struggled weakly: "Damn Fatty, let me go, I hate Fatty the most!"

The fat man pretended not to hear anything. He was keenly aware that if he let her go at this time, he would be immediately hacked to death.

Feeling the thick and safe embrace and listening to the strong heartbeat, Bonnie suddenly stopped struggling. She turned around suddenly, her soft arms hung around the fat man's neck like a snake, and then, she put her mouth , biting the fat man’s lips hard!

The fat man didn't cry out in pain. He clearly felt the tears on Bonnie's eyelashes falling one by one down his cheeks.

I don’t know how much time passed, my breathing was hot and blurry, and the teeth biting my lips gradually loosened. Only the two soft lips still stayed on my lips, kissing her gently, with my warm and smooth tongue, little by little. He leaned over, and the delicate body in his arms became hot and hot.

"Fat man, do you know how many men a Gacharin woman will have in her life?"

"Hmm... I don't know."

"I'm telling you..." Bonnie, who was nestled in the fat man's arms, raised her face and exhaled: "A traditional Gacharin woman will only have one man in her life!"

"Oh..." The fat man blinked and nodded whether he understood or not.

"I am just a traditional Gacharin woman, so..." Bonnie bit her lip: "When are you going to marry me?"

"..."

"...Gacharin's man...how many women can he have?"

The fat man was kicked out of the dormitory.

Seeing the fat figure walk out the door dejectedly, Bonnie buried her head into the pillow, her heart pounding: "I didn't want to rely on you..." A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Who called You fought for me...and you were so powerful!..."**********************.

Although it was just a confrontation between friendly forces, for the proud Feiyang people, this blow was still unforgettable. A first-level unit in the Feiyang Republic's order of battle, a special armored regiment equipped with level 10 [God-given], unexpectedly suffered a tragic loss in a confrontation with an almost unheard-of Lelei unit. Failure, this result, left everyone confused.

The leaders of the Feiyang Expeditionary Force Mozic Theater, including six division commanders, two special forces commanders with [God's Gift], and Douglas, carefully watched the battle records.

There was silence in the conference room, and the first round of collective confrontation was being played on the huge three-dimensional light screen.

In the slowed-down scene, each [Hunter] was constantly moving rapidly. In front of their spherical formation, there were always only two or three [God-given] vehicles. No matter how the soldiers of the special regiment changed formations, The Lerays always maintained this advantage by moving quickly.

The [Hunters] at the rear of the formation either turned to the left, right, or jumped into the air, rushing towards the opponents in front of the formation, while their replacement partners quickly returned to the rear of the formation, repeating their same actions. .

It was so smooth. The ten [Hunters] changed positions time and time again without any pause or confusion. It was as precise as an atomic clock. Expecting it to go wrong would only lead to disappointment again and again. It moves so methodically and rigorously that one feels a sense of despair.

As the record played, the officers' faces became increasingly livid. What these [Hunters] possess is definitely more than just the strength that Feiyang knows. This kind of mecha has undergone some modifications, and its strength is already approaching the peak of the ninth-level mecha!

This little concealment does not make people angry, but what makes people angry is the attack methods of these killer mechas!

On the screen, a [Godsend] tried to intercept a [Hunter] in front of it, but was forced away by a backhand punch from [Hunter]. Just when [God's Gift] tilted his head back slightly, the second [Hunter] appeared in front of him like a ghost, almost hitting him with a fierce monkey steal peach. [God's Gift] retreated sharply, and just as he stepped back to stabilize his body, the third [Hunter] came one after another, and it was still an unrelenting monkey stealing peach. ************

May is here, and I hope my book friends will join me in breaking out and making the counterfeit truly a winner. The victory was established at the beginning of the month. This is the first update. Please vote for your monthly votes. Let’s climax together in this plot of thousands of miles of killing.

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