One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Died his life.

"Does it look good?" Ding Hong asked, waving his arms in front of the mirror.

At this time, Zhang Yang had thoughts, and his eyes were almost straight.

"Sister Fang, this."

"Shhh, don't talk, do you want to make money?" Ding Hong walked to Zhang Yang and covered his mouth with thin fingers.

Before Zhang Yang could react, his mouth was sealed again.

This time Ding Hong used her mouth.

The flame burned to the extreme in an instant, and Zhang Yang couldn't bear such a provocation.

An hour later, Zhang Yang walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel with a bitter expression on his face.

He even felt remorse, if he knew this would happen before he started, he would try to control himself.

The public regret comes from a snow-red plum on the warm bed sheet. Yes, Ding Hong explained here for the first time.

"Oh, what's your expression? I cried for an hour, and my voice was almost hoarse." Ding Hong had been observing Zhang Yang and found his fault, so he vomited a small mouth to complain.

"Sister Fang, why are you doing this, Ming?"

"Obviously, you, since the day you saved me, I have been planning how to accept your sins. Today I finally realized my wish." Ding Hong smiled happily and interrupted Zhang Yang.

At this time, Zhang Yang's guilt returned to zero, and he even felt that he had lost a lot of money.

"Sister Fang, take another hour while there is still time."

"If you can't walk, your dinner will be over."

"Hey, I'm kidding." Zhang Yang touched his nose and looked at Ding Hong funny.

Looking at Ding Hong's face, this expression was unnatural. Zhang Yang thought of something and walked over and grabbed her wrist.

Instead of Ding Hong being surprised, a calm feeling spread from his wrists to his whole body.

Looking at Zhang Yang so close, Ding Hong's face was even redder than Yu Xia's face just now.

Ten minutes later, Ding Hong clearly felt that he was not injured, and even the feeling of fatigue disappeared.

"Zhang Yang, what have you done, how can I not be injured and even energetic?" Ding Hong opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Yang.

"This is an acupoint technique. As long as I hold the acupuncture points on your wrist, your pain will be relieved and your fatigue will disappear." Zhang Yang said solemnly.

In fact, he was deceiving Ding Hong. He pressed the acupuncture points on his wrist to relieve the pain, but grabbed his wrist, which brought Ding Hong a warm and fragile moisture.

This is to prevent Ding Hong from being in pain or even in his state of mind.

"Oh, teach me quickly, I will be able to give myself energy in the future."

"This can't be taught. I am the only one who can use it. The average doctor will not pinch this point, let alone you."

"Well, in that case, I can shout for another hour."

Ding Hong licked the corners of his mouth and looked at Zhang Yang with an aura.

As soon as Zhang Yang got cold behind his back, Ding Hong pulled him down whenever he wanted to speak.

After three o'clock in the morning, Ding Hong remained motionless and finally realized his vanity.

"Sister Fang doesn't matter."

On the other hand, Zhang Yang stood under the light, his body straight, and his face a little tough.

"No, my sister is dying."

"Don't die, give me your bank card first."

"Hush, you died for me"

Public jokes made Ding Hong feel much better after getting some aura.

But she couldn't yell out anymore. She is too tired.

"Zhang Yang, have you ever thought about owning your own industry?" After a period of teasing, Ding Hong got to the point. ..