一“还要来一支吗?”典刑官小心地把已烧到屁股的烟头从莱斯嘴里拔出来扔掉,不小心给烫了一下,他有点恼怒地搓着手指头说。“不啦,长官,我怕抽多了得肺癌,治不好。”莱斯嬉皮笑脸道。“死囚!”旁边一个士兵立刻骂着冲上去结结实实给了莱斯一枪托,把戴着镣铐的莱斯打得一个趔趄倒在地上,来了个狗啃泥。这时,另两个士兵走上来,粗野地拽着他的胳膊往前拖。莱斯知道,那是行刑的场地。“大概是春天到了吧,泥土里开始有青草的 Do you want to get one more? ”“ The torture officer carefully pulls the butt-off butt out of Les’s mouth and throws it away, accidentally giving it a hot look. He rubs his fingers a little bit angrily. ”No, sir, I’m afraid to smoke more lung cancer, cure is not good. “ Les hippie smile Road. ”A prisoner! “ Next to a soldier immediately scolded rushed to the end to give a real Les Rice shooter, wearing a shackled Rice played a 趄 趄 fell to the ground, came a dog eating mud. At this moment, the other two soldiers came up and dragged his arm straight and dragged forward. Rice knew it was a place of execution. ”Spring is probably around, the grass began to have grass