Conquer the World

Chapter 203 His eyes are particularly good

There were no fingers in the black room in the room. The person sitting in the room was wrapped in a black cloak, blending with the night. He closed his eyes and breathed slightly.Perhaps it was because the smell in the girl ’s boudoir made him feel very comfortable, so he hesitated for a while and walked to the bed, then lay down on the bed, buried his head deeply into the soft quilt and sniffed hard.

This kind of feeling is very strange. He has never entered the women's room. He feels guilty in his heart, more curious.A guy who didn't blink in a murderous manner was uneasy because he entered the girl's boudoir, which made him feel a little ridiculous.So he smiled, showing his white teeth.

If he is in the sun, his smile must be beautiful.

He had two rows of very neat and white teeth, and the corner of his mouth was soft when he smiled.If he is willing to wash his face carefully, he may still be a man who is not too ugly.I don't know whether it was because he was lazy or deliberately doing it. His face was dirty, and the bloody smell in the dirt was disgusting, but it was still disgusting.In fact, this is a very strange face.His eyes are very young, but his skin is so old that he has many age spots.

He wanted to pull the quilt over his body and feel the comfortable quilt on the comfortable bed.But the outstretched hand stiffened in midair, and he didn't dare.

Finally, he sighed slightly.He got up and tidied up his messy quilt, and even pinched a piece of hair from the quilt.He could easily see a piece of hair falling in the dark, and he would be surprised if someone saw this scene.The Da Sui man also had hair, but his hair was very short.

His face is dirty and disgusting, if someone sees such a face while eating, he may be unable to help vomiting.But his hands were surprisingly clean, and there was no trace of dirt in the cracks of his nails.His hands are slightly thicker and shorter, not slender and beautiful.Old people often say that such a hand cannot perform beautiful music, because the broken finger is thick and it must be not flexible enough.

The clothes on him were also very strange. The cloak that looked black was actually a gray cloth robe that was ripped off and changed. It was black because it was too dirty.The thread used to sew this cloak is very thick and the craftsmanship is thicker. If the daughter-in-law who is the daughter-in-law is so ugly, she might be humiliated by her husband's family.

He left the bed and returned to the chair to sit down, looking down at the cloak on his body.

"Ugly"

After a while, he suddenly whispered very low.I don't know if he is talking about his cloak or something else.But these two words are full of disgust, real disgust.

When he raised his head, he noticed a big head rag doll hanging in the window.It was wrapped with a handkerchief wrapped in rags, and the production was very simple.The white handkerchief has rounded eyebrows and a curved mouth.I have to say that this is not a pretty doll, but also a very cute doll.It should be done by the hostess of this room, hanging on the window or wanting to see the happy smile on the doll's face often.

Because the window was closed, he didn't see the doll at first.He got up and walked over, took the rag doll off the window and took a closer look.It seems to be very like, and even rubbed on the face a few times.Then he tied the doll to his belt, very carefully and seriously.

When he tied the rag doll, he suddenly thought of something, and then a tangle of tangle appeared between his brows.

kill?

do not kill?

He murmured.

Looking at the rag doll swinging around his waist, he finally sighed and prepared to leave.He knew he was a naive idiot, so if he took a rag doll and let the woman die, if the person who taught him knew that he would be scolded by a dog.

The figure of the man appeared in his head, and there was a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.And behind the hatred, there is strong fear.

Why should I listen to you everything?

Why?

If you teach me the ability to kill, I will obey your will for everything?No, no, the skill of killing was not taught by you, but I learned from other places.Don't try to control me anymore. I have left. I want to live my own life. I want to have my own life!

Get out!

Suddenly he squatted on the ground holding his head, the expression on his face was painful.

You don't want to let me change back to that me, since I have come back, I will not go back with you!I am me, not you!That ’s right, I ’m killing people, but I ’m killing them for myself, not for you!Don't say it anymore ... Mine is mine, don't even think about taking it back.

I'm not crazy!

You are a lunatic!

The man crouching on the ground raised his head violently, his eyes full of murderous intent.I don't know what he just experienced. The strange expression on his face has become more and more cruel.His grudged eyes swept across the room, and then saw the bronze mirror.He stood up and ran over, raised his finger to himself in the mirror: "Do you believe me will kill you?"

He spoke softly and hoarsely, not knowing why there was a trace of fatigue.

His eyes in the mirror looked contemptuously at him outside the mirror, the contempt was unbearable.He snarled lowly outside the mirror: "Why do you look down on me? Now I have become very powerful, if you dare to look at me with that kind of eyes, I will kill you, I must kill you ! "

Then he raised his hands and pinched his neck, pressing hard.

"Hey, are you afraid!"

He smiled triumphantly, because his breathing was difficult, so his voice was very sharp.

"In the future you will go yours, I will go mine!"

He said to himself in the mirror: "I don't want to kill people today, but I won't kill them!"

Then he turned to leave, and at this time the voice of the old housekeeper of General Guide's house suddenly sounded: "Miss is back ... is this son?"

He ran to the window and pushed the window through a small gap to look out.He saw the female student standing at the door and seemed to be talking to the guy named Fang Jie.It should be thanks to him for escorting himself home, he could see the shy expression on her face.

And the guy named Fang Jie said two words and then said goodbye. He saw the very beautiful and beautiful woman standing behind Fang Jie.He could feel the power of that woman, so he chose to give up halfway.Just as he first met Fang Jie's night in Chang'an City, he also suppressed the urge to kill.That guy is the hardest one to kill, so stay at the end.

He pursed his lips and thought in his heart that since you were unlucky, don't blame me.Why don't you come back late, why?If you come back later, I will be away in a little while, and you can be safe ... At least, it is safe tonight.

That's an ordinary but cute girl. Would it be a pity if she died?

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The tiny gap in the window closed, and the man wrapped in the cloak walked back to the chair and sat down again.He faced the door of the room, his hand reaching out from the cloak.At the moment when Marilyn pushed open the door and walked in, she would be amazed at why there was a dark shadow in the room?

And when people are panicked, there will naturally be many flaws, so she is dead.Even after killing a woman who is not very high-cultivated, he has done some calculations.This is another perfect case of homicide, and the fast catchers in Chang'an can't find any clues.

He closed his eyes and counted in his heart.He calculated that no more than fifty steps from the door to the room, even if the woman's pace is slightly smaller, it will not exceed fifty-three steps.When the woman at the door raised her hand to push the door, he opened his eyes a little bit earlier.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the black outside seemed to be much shallower than the room.So after the door opens, it takes a while for the people outside to adjust to the light in the room.At this moment, the man in the cloak stood up and waited for the woman to enter the room.If he wants to kill someone, he must kill it perfectly.After killing the woman silently in the house, he will not wait until he has fallen asleep again in General Guide's palace.Then he rushed to the next place. During the day he followed another student to find his place, but he did not rush to start.

Night is the time of the devil.

This is what the man said, the only thing he felt right.

The woman standing at the door only paused for a moment, and then walked in.Then she turned and closed the door, and touched the tumbler on the table where she entered.

At the moment the fire was about to light up, he shot suddenly.

He had calculated the next move, killing people, and then catch the fire.Light the candle, then he will control the woman's body and walk back to the bed by himself.People outside will never find his presence, and then he will cover the woman with a quilt, he just sniffed a quilt deeply.

His fingers were sharp like a knife, but he didn't want to ruin the woman's appearance.During the daytime he had seen it from afar, this woman was not beautiful but lovable.He decided to pour finger strength into her back brain and directly crush her brain.No trauma could be seen, she would die peacefully.

Just when his finger was about to touch the woman's head, he suddenly turned back suddenly.With a loud sound, his cloak fell from midair.When the debris of the cloak fluttered, the woman shook the flame and turned around, then smiled.

The man wrapped in the cloak looked amazed.

This woman is not Marilyn.

It was the woman with the fascination of Fang Jie, who stood at the door with her fold in her hand, and her other hand was empty, but he clearly felt that her empty hand held a sharp long sword.There is no doubt that if he reacted a little slower, the previous sword energy would stab him in the body.Shen Qingfan, who doesn't need a sword, seems even scarier.

"Very surprised?"

Shen Qingfan said lightly: "You shouldn't open a gap in the window and look out, because you don't know that there is a person with particularly good eyes outside ... He is called Fang Jie, do you want to kill him?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, Shen Qingfan continued: "You think, you want to kill him on the night when Fang Jie went to the red sleeves. So ... you can die."

She didn't move, but the man wrapped in the cloak retreated immediately.He kept waving his hands to stop it, as if there was an invisible long sword in the air that kept piercing and hacking.

Not one handle.

The sinking fan, holding the fold of the fire, moved forward slowly, and the man wrapped in the cloak stepped back.On the ground between the two people, on the table next to it, on the wall, on the window, there were non-stop narrow sword marks.One after another, densely packed.With a click, the table shattered.With a nail, the bronze mirror broke from the middle.With a clatter, the bed collapsed.

Countless traces of cracks were cut on the hard ground and on the walls, and there were many cracks in almost every blink of an eye.

The man wrapped in the cloak suddenly turned and banged out of the window, and then he saw the man named Fang Jie who smiled very sunny.

One punch is coming!

PS: Let the red ticket fly for a while.