It all came so suddenly that a pink figure flashed by and his foot stepped on Tang San's head.
"Small dance, you ..." "Hee hee, I'm sorry, third brother."
Xiao Wu smiled and began to release soul skills. "The first soul skill-Jiu Jitsu, superposition, and the fourth soul skill-cartilage lock."
Tang San didn't resist, but gave in easily.
Xiao Wu checked up and took it to Dai. You gave me so many carrots, I will let you play with my third brother. "Small dance a smile, instantly removed.
"Ha ha, mistress, today you are a plaything in our hands." Dai and Oscar grinned and tied them up.
Tang San smiled and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"We want to make you laugh, and the family doesn't like it ~" Oscar said quietly.
Then he took off a shoe of Tang San. "Wow, mistress, your feet are so big." Dai couldn't help sighing.
"ah? Are you going to grab my feet? " Tang San was speechless. Before, he was scratched to death by a small dance. Oscar took off Tang San's other shoe. Don't turn away under the consciousness of Tang San. Dai lifted one foot, admiring line of beauty on his white socks. Having enjoyed enough, he raised his hand to scratch. Don't turn away under the consciousness of Tang San.
Dai scratched his sensitive and delicate white socks little by little. Tang San gritted his teeth and kept shaking. He bowed his feet with difficulty and tried to endure the itching from the soles of his feet.
"Little Three's feet are very sensitive!" Dai pulls back his toes with his left hand and gently scratches the most sensitive arch with his right hand. "Poof-hee hee" Tang San was defeated by this sudden itching and laughed unexpectedly.
"Hey, can't help it so soon?" Oscar smirked, grabbed Tang San's other foot and drew a circle on the arch.
This time, Tang San gave in completely, and his itch was eroding his will. "Ha ha ... you ... ha ha ha ha ... why ... ha ha laugh ... eager to ... hee hee ... don't catch ... ha ha laugh ... arch ..." Tang San burst out laughing.
"I want to make you happy today!" Wear off the white socks, increase the strength of the hand, gently swept between the toes.
Tang San's last soul power also disappeared in laughter. Without it, Tang San is a ticklish 14-year-old boy who can only struggle and laugh desperately.
"bang!" There was a loud noise and Xiao Wu rushed in from the outside. She shouted angrily, "You should treat your third brother like this. I, I will spare you."
"Violence-killing-eight paragraphs-falling!" Xiaowu jumped into the air and caught Oscar who was running slowly. The picture is too bloody, so it is forbidden to play below.