Four months ago, Isa left the university town.

She had planned to give birth in the deep mountains and forests, but found that the trip was difficult.

First of all, she had to buy supplies for 4 months quietly. It was impossible for a pregnant woman to hunt herself in the wild.

Then, after working hard and calmly gathering up supplies, she had to find a way to move the supplies to her secret place. It would definitely not work if she asked someone to help move into the woods. She would also attract attention when she went in and out of no one in batches.

During pregnancy, you have to consider living alone. Surviving in the wild is not difficult for mercenaries, but for a pregnant mercenary, it is full of thorns... At the end of the day, you have to worry about the special situation of difficult labor.

In short, it is difficult for pregnant women to have a single and completely isolated delivery.

...So Isa isolated herself.

She dyed her hair brown, ran the potion regularly to maintain her skin's yellowish color, cut off contact with everyone who could have contacted her, and finally discarded her ID card, bank card, credit card, mobile phone and other things.

From then on, she became a non-existent ghost and could wander in the market in a panic.

Of course, she is just a ghost in the sense of identity, and often she has to do things with caution.

After all, her makeup methods are not very clever, and it is difficult for pregnant women with unknown identity to escape from the UK without anyone helping them. Even if they leave the border, they can only continue to stay in Europe. They run to Asia, Africa, Saudi Arabia and other regions with a big belly. It is too conspicuous to think about it. It is better to stay in the UK than to think so.

In the UK, Isa plays a wandering girl abandoned by her boyfriend.

*******

Three months ago. A Russian bar.

In the morning, it was built in a room above the bar.

"Huhhhh...um...um..."

The girl moaned in pain, endured a truly pile driver-like impact. Her chest was twisted and turned red and deformed by her noose-like fingers, and her breasts and cells were almost squeezed and burst.

The powerful impact and cold and ruthless grasp ravaged the girl's body at the upper and lower ends, and the man greedily enjoyed the softness and warmth of the girl's delicate skin.

The man was named Wolf, which was originally called a male wolf. The number of people he hanged and ripped with his hands was hundreds or thousands of times that of the women he caressed. After tearing countless enemies with his arms, Wolf finally gained the status and reputation of the "Wolf King" today. He was called the Wolf of the North in Asia and Europe.

"Huh...ahh...ahhhh!!"

The girl's gasp was approaching screaming. Even so, Wolf had no power to relax. He messed up the woman's underneath and crushed their soft breasts into powder... It was common for him, and these bitches were not worthy of his care.

Bitches are bitches. Even if they have a charming figure, flawless skin, and delicate touch, they are just things to provide entertainment, just like Barbie dolls or silicone dolls... What is really worth cherishing is the female wolf, they are one of the rare treasures in the world. No matter how much money they use, they can't buy it back.

The male wolf's love for the female wolf is so sincere.

Tolerance is so moving that it is touching.

Holding a bottomless persistence.

(…I love their powerful muscle fibers deeply.)

(…I am obsessed with the bright red blood that is running in their bodies.)

(...I like their slim, fragile, sharp, or rough bones.)

(...I will never abandon you, hate them, and will not play with them until they are like a ragged rag and throw them away, even if they become unbearable, they are my possession.)

(…I love them so much, they should love me so much—right? Didn’t that comic say that everything follows the equivalent exchange.)

(... They should be immersed in my power, I can ensure their safety, everything in their lives, and make them produce strong offspring.)

(…So I am the inevitable choice for the female wolf.)

The love of the wolf king is very straightforward, full of virility and power, and regards all female wolf as precious things.

The love of the wolf king is not as vulgar and superficial as humans. He will not belittle the female wolf, nor will he enjoy the pleasure of invading and humiliating similar females. Therefore, he did not make the female wolf surrender because of his own desires... plundered her and defiled her just to make them make the right choices and to let the female wolf live a better life.

"Ah...he...huh...ah..."

A little air was squeezed out from her weak chest and abdomen, and a sound made in the same weak trachea. The moans changed from the original high pitch to the powerlessness. Whenever the weapon hit the girl's soft personal flesh, she couldn't help but tremble all over.

Her pale fingers tightly grabbed the bed sheet on her lower body and kept pulling it down - not to get closer to her lower body or cater to the weapon, but to protect her head from hitting the headboard.

She dared not disobey, and went against the Wolf King's wishes, and did not even dare to stop "No" or "Slow" or other calls. The famous leader of the North Wolf Mercenary Group of the Wolf King Russia, he created the existing power with his own strength.

Therefore, he can only let him, who is insatiable, indulge in his fragile and delicate **.

It was obviously the side that was under the attack, but it was already full of sweat. Compared to the rapid breathing that was turbulent and flowing at the beginning, it was now dying.

"call--"

The wolf king withdrew from the afterglow, stood up straight to the edge of the bed, and lit a cigarette and cigar himself. Unlike the bitch who was lying on the bed, he and his weapon were not tired at all.

This kind of physical strength is not born, nor is it obtained by injecting medicine. It is probably given by God, a report on the desperate exercise, or a reward given by the devil?

I went to Pakistan that day more than ten years ago and repeatedly "teared" on a street that I couldn't remember, from men to women, from elderly to children. I tore those dirty things apart, allowing them to return to the earth with hatred, and let the grudges disappear in the killing.

From this street to that street, there were probably thousands of people tearing them up, and their muscles gradually became as heavy as iron...

Guns were ringing everywhere, bullets were flying in the streets - I was going to die, I was going to die. Perhaps when I thought so, suddenly, gunfire and bullets became extremely slow, just like slowly flowing music and stage plays.

Therefore, the difficult-to-wave Qianjin arm really has the mass of Qianjin. It tear the person in half with a slight tear. It is to tear the bones into two! Instead of simply cutting the belly open-

Wolf took a deep breath of the cigar and looked at the bitch next to him who was exhausted on the bed.

It's completely meaningless to play with such things, it's just to just pass the time.

Whether it is the Princess Xileti or other more beautiful dogs, they are props that you throw away when you get tired of playing. However, the female dog in front of her never get tired of playing. Now she doesn't feel bored with mating for more than twenty times, which is really incredible to him.

Her empty and weak eyes, beautiful and soft **, and a female scent full of hormones... (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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