Yesterday was Qiuyue's thirty-fifth birthday, and her child actually bought her a Mr. Jiao as a birthday gift.
Because of this, the mother and son once again staged a good show of swearing in the red sleeve moves.
The so-called Mr. Horn is something that women use to comfort themselves. It is made of cow horns or other horns and plays the role of a "sir", which is equivalent to ancient electric toys.
Ordinarily, the girls in the flower house would vomit after doing that thing, so there was no such need.
But after all, Qiuyue has been a good man for many years and has not remarried. She is now as old as a wolf in her thirties and a tiger in her forties, so her needs are inevitably a little greater.
So Qiuyue still accepted the child's birthday gift, and something went wrong that night, so she used it.
This morning, the whole city was in commotion.
One night passed, and Qiuyue actually had two men's growths on her head. They were so tall and hard that they couldn't even be covered up.
Moreover, those two things were still spitting out liquid.
Qiuyue was frightened and frightened, and she was about to die on the spot.
When the doctor arrived, he was really dead, and the diagnosis was that he was about to have a stroke.
An old woman, is it going to be bad?
This news was so outrageous that even if Chen Yang hadn't stepped out of the room, he wouldn't have been able to hear it.
Little Cormorant is a little girl, even if she talks about this matter vaguely, her little face will be as red as a monkey's butt after she finishes talking.
Chen Yang didn't have time to comfort her this time.
"Gift......"
"Another gift..."
Chen Yang keenly discovered that these horrifying things told by the little cormorant, even if the victims had all kinds of strange identities and occupations, and had no overlap at all, the only thing they had in common was that they had received gifts.
Chen Yang suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the yard.
If it's really what he thinks.
The problem arose.
What he knew was all told by the little cormorant, and it could not be everything.
So, are there many similar "gifts" sent to innocent people one after another?
Then, in the next day or two, it became a tragedy that spread throughout the county.
is it possible?
Too possible.
"No, I have to find out."
"This matter, and the mastermind behind it, must be resolved!"
Just as Chen Yang made up his mind, the sound of "Dudududu" sounded again.
Someone knocked on the door again.
His voice was chaotic and restrained.
It's like a lot of people rushed towards me at first, but then they remembered something and were in awe, so they didn't dare to knock on the door hard.
"I'll open the door."
The little cormorant sprang up like a rabbit and actively opened the door.
Chen Yang was still frowning and wandering, but the little cormorant had already opened the door.
She poked her head out, then turned back, her expression a little reserved.
"Sir, these are some officials."
"Don't dare to take it seriously."
From outside the door opened by Little Cormorant, the head catcher carefully walked in with a few catchers and two young men with red eyes.
The head catcher looked around, especially the catcher, the boy, and the little cormorant. He was a little uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth and bowed down like a jade pillar pushing down a mountain of gold: