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Chapter 218 A Good Horse

Jiang Xiaobai only felt that his soul was about to fly out.

I slapped that sudden slap.

The crisp "pop", but the goose bumps all over her body were photographed. It was more than thrilling, and it was...a great shame.

Her husband didn't even dare to shoot her like that.

No matter when.

She is the body of a horse right now, but her inner "soul" is still herself after all.

She is a bit fierce and strong woman, in the words of the locals, "this woman is a bit fierce and can't be offended."

So when the crisp "pop" sounded, Jiang Xiaobai felt his head bang, like a volcano suddenly exploded, and flaming magma spewed out and spread all over his body in the blink of an eye.

Without even thinking about it, she kicked out with a flying kick, oh, because it's the body of a horse now, that's the waist, butt, and hoof, and it flies.

It was simply an alien meteor, completely caught off guard.

With Liu Pingan’s current physical fitness, he had no choice but to raise his palm to block him in front of him. Then he felt that his palm was shaken, a ball of glare exploded in his palm, and huge power surged in, making his palm involuntarily backward. As soon as he hit, the back of his hand hit his nose directly.

The collision just slammed Liu Ping's head back, almost didn't break his neck, his eyes were properly stared at Venus, and his brain buzzed.

It is because of him that if he wants to be an ordinary person, maybe the whole person will become a trapeze, flying directly into the night sky, flying into a meteor in the sky.

Of course, it is also possible to break the neck directly to hold a head, just like a crit on a ripe watermelon.

"You're crazy, you are ok, you almost turned Daddy into a person whose head was kicked by a donkey!"

Liu Pingan took three steps back with lingering fears, his face was not very good-looking, the classic curse, "The head was kicked by a donkey" or something, almost fell on his head.

If you don't know that this is a dream, you want to kill people, the scene of the death of the society, there is a proper black history.

"I am a horse, a beautiful pony, a flying pony, a noble pony, not a donkey in a production team, not the kind of fool who can only bark loudly!"

Jiang Xiaobai didn't expect his own excessive reaction to be so strong, and he didn't expect that his subconscious kick would actually kick out glare and sonic boom. This is much cooler than the special effects in the cartoon, which is simply a surprise.

She felt happy, and the slap just now didn't stimulate that much. She subconsciously lifted the bar, and then confidently began to ask her guilt.

"Who told you to touch my ass? Is it reasonable to be a gangster?"

"Is that called touching? I'm hitting. No, I just patted. I just patted gently. Why do you play a rogue? You are a horse. Okay, a good horse is also a horse. I mean flattering. Okay? Attention, it's flattering, not flattering...what, don't you understand? It's not a maid, squeaky and crooked!"

He received a flying kick for no apparent reason. Although he didn't kick his head away, he almost smashed his nose. It was an innocent disaster. It was a disaster. Liu Ping'an became more angry as he spoke, and slapped him easily.

There was another slap, and the shot was still that full and rounded place, and the flexibility...still so good.

That is, with such a snap, it was so easy to pat, only to feel that Liu Ping's, who felt that the nameless fire had started, suddenly reacted, and this one in front of him seemed to be really not a pure good horse.

She is really a mother-in-law.

A bit pungent, a bit strong, and a bit fierce. She is a bit like a wild horse, but after all, she can't really treat her as a horse, right?

Even if you are really a horse and you are not familiar with you, if you dare to slap other people casually, you have to stab them, don't you?

But he didn't really intend to eat other people's tofu, nor did he intentionally take advantage of it. After all, what appeared in front of him was a pure good horse. Even if he had the foresight, he would subconsciously ignore the "prototype" of this good horse. It's the fact of the little maid next door.

It was originally just a good horse, although it grew into a big horse in the wind, it is not the same white, tender and moisturized. The snow-white soft mane covers the whole body, and it looks very smooth and cute. Hey, people subconsciously want to touch it.

It's the same as many people want to reach out and pat their heads when they see a fluffy cat.

It's just that he seems to have taken the wrong place.

With such a mess of thoughts, Liu Ping’an, who wanted to shoot another flattering hand, subconsciously stopped, and did not make a loud "pop", but fell gently and softly. There is a touch of touch.

"How come my old mother is not a mother-in-law, my old mother is Jiang Xiaobai, you must call me a little maid as a bastard, no big...no little..."

Halfway through the conversation, I got stuck. Liu Pingan's movements froze. Two people, no, they looked at each other. You look at me and I look at you, inexplicably embarrassed.

The snow-white horse turned into a red horse in the blink of an eye.

Fire-like red.

It is as bright as a stream of clouds.

Liu Pingan's throat moved, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva. He broke the silence with a "gudong", which shocked everyone.

Jiang Xiaobai smashed through the air with a single click. The speed was so fast that it actually brought out a sonic boom.

The carriage dragged behind her was as long as her windward, and it had grown into a gorgeous large carriage that matched her present body. It also whizzed past, and came with a gorgeous flick, directly giving Liu Pingan to Liu Pingan. It hits and flies.

"The fairy board..."

Liu Pingan couldn't help but exploded, and he jumped up from the computer desk and almost brought all the mouse and keyboard to the ground.

After awakening from the nightmare, he subconsciously reached out and wiped his face.

Hand full of blood.

This is, if you hit a carriage in your dream, you just broke the picture?

Liu Pingan was a little dizzy. He looked around for a while, found half of the mirror and held it in front of him to take a picture, only to find that it was not a broken image, but a nosebleed.

"Well, I'm not shameless, I'm getting angry, I have some messy dreams, and my nosebleeds are all hooked out..."

Liu Pingan shook his head, trying to laugh, but couldn't.

He can tell himself that it is a ridiculous dream, but if all the dreams are vividly visible, and they have not been fragmented with the passage of time and eventually become vaguely floating shadows, then can the dream still be a dream?

When the memory of dreams and the memory of reality are confused with each other, blurring the boundaries between each other, where is the difference between dreaming and waking?

Reality and fantasy, ordinary and Transcendent, are they two sides, or are they both external and internal?

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