Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Late at night, it's like a thunderstorm, the whole moon, dark and dark, and the temperatures are so irritating.

Even the wind is brimming with hot air, the sky is far away, from time to time comes dull, not very loud thunder sound.

The shepherd, a dark shadow, appeared on the rooftop of the main building.

He's coming in!

He broke that ghost-like tech in the house.

His tall figure walked lightly down the stairs on the roof.

Huang Ling told him where she lived.

On the second floor, the man in black rang the room where Huang Ling lived.

He heard, Uncle Pastoral Butler Fook, tonight at the ranch, not in the house.

And this palatial villa in Pastoral Ancient, once it gets dark, the maid can't come in.

That's why the men in black went so smoothly from the rooftop to the second floor without Pastoral Butler.

The hallway was quiet and the knocking on the door seemed a little sudden.

Soon, the man in black heard the unlocking inside.

He smiled and got a little excited, but when the door opened, he was all bad.

It was not Huang Ling who opened the door for him, but Mugu, who was with him. In addition to Cheng Wan, there was a group of bodyguards.

The man in black glanced and looked around, quietly in the aisle, suddenly rushing out a group of bodyguards.

Pastoralism stood there like a god, full of kings.

He looked coldly at the man in black, his mouth snapped up with a smile, “Mobson, I didn't think I could put you in the ring so easily. It seems that Huang Ling is really important in your heart, I don't know if you are important in her heart. ”

After that, Pastoral eyes suddenly turned dark and cold, waved his hand, coldly: “Take him off! ”

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A grassland with beautiful surroundings.

The sheep are in packs, the horses eat grass and the hooves run.

The air, with a natural freshness, with a grass, and the smell of sheep and horses.

In the morning, the sun is bright, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the weather is beautiful again.

In one place, however, there was a bloody smell in the air.

Ancient pasture, in front of the little ocean building where he lived, at a time when the atmosphere was strange and bloody.

Mobson, dressed in black, soaked his clothes, not water.

It was the blood coming out of him, soaking his clothes all over him.

He was tied to a tree in front of a small ocean building.

For the sake of a bright sun, to be able to better expose him, the people here deliberately cut off the branches of this tree.

Mobson's five flowers tied like a big one, tied to a tree.

He stood on his back against a tree, black costume, a hole here, a hole there, full of gloom.

Some are bullet-piercing holes, some are knife-cutted holes, no matter what the instrument is wounded, and every wound is bleeding like springs of water, flowing wildly.

Always in good spirits and strong Mobson, he seemed to be dying, unable to lift his head straight and drowned.

His beautiful hair was all wet and his hair dripped with blood stained sweat beads.

In hot summers, when it doesn't rain, temperatures are frightening.

Even in the early morning, the bright sun is stabbing.

The sun, sprinkled on Mobson, made him a man of blood with light.

Under his feet, the glass was shattered a metre wide.

Different shapes, but sharp and sharp.

A broken glass path was formed, which stretched up to thirty meters.