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0181 Little Nurse
Ji Chou gradually cooled down: "Are you from a crude oil company?"
The man in the white coat was startled at first, and then frankly admitted: "Yes, do you have any friends with Favorite?"
"Do you want martial artist's blood?" Ji Chou asked back.
The man thought for a while: "Well, the warrior is fine too."
"The price is lower, one thousand yuan per 100 cc."
"The price is too low, I won't go." Ji Chou turned around and left.
"Wait, since it's here, do you want to leave without leaving a little blood?" The man scolded.
Then, regardless of the influence of the day, he shot Ji Chou.
Then the man urged sadly.
It was just a punch, and was flipped to the ground by Ji Chou, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.
Can't move, let the people on the street watch.
Ji Chou didn't be a good person either, and left the man on the ground regardless.
Everyone is selfish, no one wants to help a man for help.
Therefore, the man has been twitching on his stomach.
After the uproar, Ji Chou didn't leave.
Go into the red hut grandiosely and see what's inside.
A young nurse greeted him with a sweet smile and a tall stature.
Stepping on a pair of high heels, the height is equal to Ji Chou.
The little nurse didn't mind the beating of colleagues outside at all.
Xiao Yingying explained: "Don't listen to the bullshit outside, we set prices based on blood components."
"Sir, first drop a drop of blood and put it on this experimental instrument."
"The instrument can distinguish the blood grade and give the corresponding price."
The instrument looks very sophisticated, but the place where the blood is full looks bad.
The metal plane, the size of the grinding disc, and the shape of the grinding disc are exactly the same, divided into upper and lower layers.
"Is a drop of blood enough to grind?" Ji Chou asked.
Little nurse Wei Zhiyun is very patient: "Sir, don't worry."
"The grinding disc is determined by the strength of the blood. Of course, the blood of ordinary people will be wiped out instantly."
"The powerful blood is different. It can also control the speed of the grinding disc."
Ji Chou suddenly said: "The crude oil company has two tricks."
"What's in the big box next to the millstone?"
Wei Zhiyun replied: "It's nothing, just provide the energy for the operation of the instrument."
Since there is interest, putting a drop of blood on the left and right is not a loss.
Ji Chou cut his fingers apart, and blood dripped into the hole in the center of the millpan.
"Kacha Kacha"
There was a crash of gears, and the metal grinding disc began to rotate.
"Yeah, very powerful blood, second-level rotation frequency."
Ji Chou is curious: "What does the second level represent?"
Wei Zhiyun explained: "Fait Fan Body should be Grade D, and Martial Artist should be Grade Two."
Ji Chou was shocked, a drop of blood could detect his strength.
It is really terrible, and more and more attention is paid to crude oil companies.
Wei Zhiyun was very excited again: "Mr. Sir, sell some blood, you can get a lot of money."
The more he couldn't see through, the more cautious Ji Chou was. At this moment, he didn't dare to leave his blood to the crude oil company.
Shaking his head, "I don't need money."
Wei Zhiyun was puffed up, his face flushed: "Sir, you are broken."
Ji Chou insisted: "I really don't need money."
Wei Zhiyun is still docile and kindly reminded, but it is full of danger.
"It's not easy to offend the crude oil company."
At this moment, the rotating grinding disc suddenly accelerated.
Faster than the 80-meter high-speed tires.
The bright red blood that didn't reach half of the soybean grains turned into a line at high speed.
When Wei Zhiyun saw this, his horror passed away in a flash, becoming more docile.
Blinking eyes and autumn water flowing: "Sir, you can also ask for other requirements."
Ji Chou shuddered, feeling that he had entered the wolf den and was about to run away subconsciously.
Wei Zhiyun had a foresight, and stepped in front of the door faster and locked the door.
Ji Chou regretted making this unnecessary move. If he had known this, he would not enter this room.
Fortunately, just donating a drop of blood, leaving the crude oil company to do nothing.
A look of alert: "What are you doing, don't bully me."
"Cackling" Wei Zhiyun chuckled lightly, with a smile to relieve his sorrow.
He drew the curtains straight, and the weak said: "You are the strong, I can't afford to offend a weak woman."
"Mr. promised to let some blood out."
"The little girl can agree to all your requests."
Ji Chou thought for a while: "I didn't ask, I want to go out."
"Pada" Wei Zhiyun pressed the switch, and the lights in the room turned reddish.
Wei Zhiyun gently unbuttoned, the nurse obeyed and slipped down.
Wearing a light gauze dress inside, even in the weak light, it is difficult to block the alluring scenery.
A pair of slender thighs that can clamp a man, supporting a perfect arc.
Slender ***, twisting left and right when walking, extremely rich in frequency.
Ji Chou saw this beautiful scenery for the first time, a pair of eyes were straight, as if he had lost his soul.
"Hehe, is the young man's heart moved?" Wei Zhiyun's face blushed slightly.
Approaching Ji Chou, stretched out Cong Cong's jade fingers, gently rubbing Ji Chou's chest.
"The son promised me that he could do whatever he wanted."
Ji Chou hesitated: "How can you do whatever you want?"
"The son is broken, ask knowingly."
Wei Zhiyun's hand rubbing was not stimulating enough, so he moved his hands.
Around Ji Chou's neck, Wei Zhiyun stood on his toes.
Two red lips were directly printed on.
Ji Chou is also not honest, his palm is climbing up Wei Zhiyun's ***.
The gauze skirt is thin, and if there is no object, it will not serve as a barrier, but is smooth.
Ji Chou enjoyed himself, his hands floating with the curve of the cloud of danger.
Until he reached a pair of Erxiang shoulders, he continued to move along Wei Zhiyun's arms.
Ji Chou wraps his palms behind his neck and holds a pair of weak and boneless hands.
"My son, you are broken, do you want to take the initiative?"
Ji Chou nodded slightly: "Yes, it is more interesting for men to take the initiative."
Suddenly, Ji Chou added gravity with both hands.
Gappa.
Wei Zhiyun's hand bones were misplaced and screamed in pain.
"Sir, you, you actually like abuse."
Ji Chou clenched a pair of small hands, not giving Wei Zhiyun a chance to break free.
He said: "The fingernails are very long. There is a mandala inside, which can numb others."
"Do you want my blood, or do you want my life?"
Wei Zhiyun was horrified: "You, you misunderstood."
"Some blood donors are afraid of pain and are prepared for them."
Ji Chou asked, "Where's castor? Seeing the poisonous blood seals the throat, is it also afraid of blood donors' pain?"
Wei Zhiyun raised his eyes to see Ji Chou's pair of cold eyes, and he became more frightened.
He denied it: "If there is nothing, you have misunderstood."
Ji Chou backhanded Wei Zhiyun's hand to his mouth.
"In that case, how do you taste it?"
"Anyway, you are going to be a dedicated person, even if you are anesthetized, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Wei Zhiyun's dead souls all risked: "No, no, no, please."
Ji Chou smiled: "Don't worry, I am a good person and don't like killing people."
Ji Chou kicked open the large box next to the instrument, and a large white powder spilled out.
Sternly asked: "This is energy?"
Wei Zhiyun gritted his teeth and nodded in pain.
Ji Chou said: "The powder made from bones, when I don't know?"
"There's a phone here, let me use it."