Death Inquisitor

I can't think of a good way for a while. He Xu Liu can only try again. As a result, finally returned to the grave.

This time He Xun will panic, he painted the bloody and strange painting, but it does not mean that this person will not be afraid.

In particular, I thought that the people who died in their hands were more panicked.

It is difficult to describe his fear of his heart, he feels like a cage, can't escape.

He is now unclear that he is gone in the wall, or it is lost.

Looking at my side, I just brought him inspiration. At this time, it brought him endless fear.

He said with himself and said: "There is a blame, there is a blame. Big brother big sister can don't do anything to me. Waiting for me to go back this time, I must give you a lot of paper money."

When he said, he suddenly saw a black invitation on the ground before, and put a black invitation.

He is very puzzled with him, and I walked over and glanced.

It is not a very clear He Xuai, and also got the black invitation to look at his hand.

At first, he did not think that there was any place where he was in the back of the invitation, just felt that as long as it was still wetted by rain, it was a little strange.

But when he passed the invitation letter, his face was suddenly horrless.

"Death ... Death Notice !?"

He screamed and threw away the death notice on his hand, and did not want to turn around.

But when he turned, the wolf ran a lot, and when he returned to the grave, he had completely gave up his hopes.

From this situation, he wants to go out here.

The death notice that he threw away was floating in the air. Looking at the death notice, the above row is listed on all of his crimes.

Helpless He Xu Liu can only walk over, then suddenly raised his head and shout: "Death sentence, do you know what art?"

At the same time, when the live broadcast of the fighting fish live again, the countless fans have been poured again.

Several subtitles appeared in the picture:

He Xuai, Male, Thirty-year, Occupation: Painter.

Crime: In order to find inspiration, he kill others with cruel means, and in his hand, he died of seventeen people ...

When the picture is completely lit, the death notice has disappeared. Only He Xu Liu is still standing in place.

He venting his heart is dissatisfied. In his view, he did not do something wrong at all. Treat him like him, let him not accept it.

"I am killing people!" He Xuli pointed to the sky: "But I am for art, people like you are here, I don't know what is called art. Do you have any qualifications to trial me!"

Ye Chen smiled: "I don't know what kind of art, but I know that because of what is, you can't hurt innocent people."

When Ye Chen's words, suddenly caused countless fans. Some people continue to launch the barcation at this time:

"Yes! Judging the right to the end of the year, can you hit the art of the banner?"

"I am also learning art, I specialize in this kind of scum, clearly, my heart is dark, there is nothing to do. Now I am sinking."

"My God, I can kill in order to draw a painting. Such artists are too horrible."

"Fly an artist, he is just a personal slag!"

".........."

When He Xu Liu, still caught himself for art, but continue to yell.

Looking at him seems that it is not ready to tell what is not reasonable, as long as he thinks it is right.

Like this kind of person, Ye Chen lazy and what he said.

He Xu Liu has become a bit hoarse until the reaction is closed. This closes your mouth. The death sentence did not pay attention to him. He called like this. It doesn't make sense.

More importantly, his throat now has been dumb, and there is no strength to shout.

Rain has stopped at this time, but the wind is getting bigger and bigger. He Xu Liu couldn't hit it, and his clothes were wet. Now I feel that I am cold.

Even a few sneezes have been played, He Xu Liu has already can't stand it.

If you go on this, he has to freeze it here.

With the exaggeration, he felt an exaggeration, when he moved, ready to try to go back to the village.

Since the sky, the snow, the snowflakes landed, and immediately melted into water.

The temperature among the air is sharply reduced, and there is not long time, and his eyebrows will be frost.

The cold of the bone is unbearable.

He Xu Liu, which is constantly moving, has begun to have tears in his eyes.

He is really cold, the hands and feet have to be freeze.

He said that he would like to say something, a cold air blown, and in his mouth. He can't say anything.

He only felt his body, it seems that it is not the same.

Only the pain of constantly stimulating his nerves is still there.

I don't know how many times, I will go back to the grave, and He Xu will finally give up.

If he is not awkward, he even directly entered the grave, lie down and lie down, and put the cold wind in these graves.

Just when he felt to be frozen, his eyes suddenly appeared a flare.

Although it is very weak, it is full of temptation to He Xu Liu.

He can't help but stand up and walked over the fire.

He has been frozen, he is numb, seeing the home of the house, and two red lanterns hanging at the door, I can't help but grin.

He walked to the door and took it hard.

I have been opened for a while, I opened a door, I looked very young girl, aged probably fifteen years old, wearing a embroidered long dress.

She looked at He Xuai and asked the elbow: "Do you have anything?"

He Xu Liu said: "Cold ... cold ..."

Said, he couldn't help but rush. Then I closed the door, which was relieved.

Warm feelings, let him feel can't help but come, in it, he feels like sitting next to the stove.

When he turned over, just prepared to turn around to explain the little girl. .