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Helen's third child was born in the winter and named Europe. Austria was born in the spring. In the summer, another child was born and named Africa.

I don’t know how many years have passed, but Hector has become too old to stand upright.

"Brother," Helen said, "come on, look, what a wonderful spring frost, let's lie in the sun and have fun for a while. We haven't played in a long time, catching crickets..."

"I'll stay warm here for a while, and I'll go back to the hut to sleep after a while." Hector said in his heart: You old witch, you still want this damn thing every other day, you are shameless. You

Who do you think you are? Are you still the same person you were back then? No.

What was tender tofu back then has become old tree bark now, so there’s no way I can catch crickets with you. (In my works, catching crickets mostly refers to having sex, or that’s what it means.)

It's not that Hector doesn't want to, but he doesn't want to catch crickets with Helen. He has now turned himself into a cow and wants to eat young grass.

Brother, you are already a member of an alien earth. It is an outer space earth where not a single inch of grass grows. Helen is your only tender grass. You have to eat it even if you don’t eat it.

"Damn you, you are deaf, the grass is so soft and warm." Helen started to get angry.

"Here we come!" Hector said in his heart: All the dogs in the world are dead, so it is the tiger's duty to eat shit. Who says a tiger doesn't eat shit? Even if you let him eat it, he will eat it.

(In a sense, some tigers will never eat shit, such as senior spies, top secret organizations, etc.)

Our Hector is using a mouth that is almost toothless, gnawing at Helen's bitch that is so old that it has turned into bark. His viciousness and pleasure have been mixed into a pot of rotten porridge. You have to drink it, or you don't want to drink it.

If you have to drink, you might as well drink it honestly and drink it happily.

"Hey," Helen said, "just lie down."

"Sister," Hector said, "I'm afraid you're crazy. I'll lie down first, and then you go and do it?"

"You still think this is the old society, and women are always oppressed by your men. Now it's my turn, I'm on top, watch me kill you." Helen was laughing.

Our Hector is in a dilemma, what kind of posture is this? Should he put his two hands on the ground first, and then slowly fall to the side, or should he face Helen and let his butt and

His upper body fell back like this. No matter what he did, it felt very strange to him.

There is only one posture he is accustomed to, and that is dog eating shit: landing on all fours and then slowly lowering the body...

When Hector was bending down to do this posture, Helen lifted her leg and kicked him, causing him to fall onto his back.

"That's it," Helen said, "I'm just dragging my feet, but I still want to strike." When Helen saw Hector's breastbones, she was a little scared and thought: Look, you have become so thin with old age.

Climb up carefully. If this bone breaks, it will pierce my stomach like a bronze spear and I will die on your old bones.

It's really dangerous, Helen thought to herself: This is like a house that has been in disrepair for a long time. The eaves are all broken. If you put another person on it, it will most likely fall down.

But don't worry, Helen used her toes to pinch Hector's penis a few times to give it some energy and allow it to engorge with blood first.

Our Hector did not dare to open his eyes so wide. He said to Helen in his heart: This is the old witch. How old she is now. She has become a ghost. Her whole body is like tree bark. This

The shape of her face is also ugly. Why did she have so many heroes die in the first place because of her shame?

But is she still a human now? She is just like a crocodile, actually more crocodile skin than crocodile skin. No matter what, I just close my eyes and leave this hundred pounds to you. Live or die as you please.

Hector thought.

"Damn it," Helen said, looking so unhappy when she saw Hector didn't move and even closed his eyes. "Do you think I treated you like this when I was down there? No.

. Not only did I open the door for you myself, but I also took you in, don’t forget it.”

As long as Helen mentioned those days, Hector would obey him obediently. Because Helen's reputation was much greater than that of him back then.

From a distance, it looks like two crocodiles are fighting and biting each other on the grass.

Our Helen, whose skin was as tender as tofu, has now become a knife and a saw. Her head has also become a ghost. When she smiles, the few remaining teeth look like a jackal trying to eat people.

Look. (We country people here call thin and old women: Jackal Lao Ma Li.)

When people get old, where has the meat quality gone?

"Go home," Helen said, sitting up from the grass. "Looking at these old bones of yours, they are okay. I'm afraid if you break them, they will pierce my heart. That would really not be fun."

"You're dead," Helen said again, "Go back, wait until the sun sets, and ask you to trick the little wild cat away. Do you think I will go find it?" She said, treating Hector as a child.

"You'd better go back first. I want to wait for the night to see the stars, and I want you to take care of me." Hector said.

"You, you will still be a child when you are a hundred years old, and you are not sensible at all. It will be very cold when the sun goes out. You are already sick now. If you get cold, you will get sick, and if you get sick, you will die.

When the time comes to torture me again, your five continents will die." Helen said.

"You think I just don't want to live. When I'm with you, I'll just nag all day long, like an old woman." Hector said.

"You think I'm still eighteen years old, which is a good idea. If you want to eat young grass and have the ability, you can go back to your previous earth. This is the fifth earth in space. You came from the first earth in space.

Yes, there are a lot of tender grass there. If you have the ability, go back. If you think I’m old, I’ll use my toenails to cut off your vagina.” Helen said.

Hector was watching Helen walk into the small hut. She still walked with her hips twisting and turning, but it was not the same as before. The previous butt was white, fat, and round. By

From the back, there is a line that divides the buttocks in two. Only a small slit can be seen clearly.

But now, this butt is like two elephant ears hanging on the back, and it flaps when walking. In the past, the space between the two legs looked like the Eiffel Tower, but now it looks like

In the past, it completely became a triumphal arch.
Chapter completed!