Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

I am also related to the Sist of the brother, nature know that she is here, Mutan is understood, just a little sighing for this dream.

Not a few, the footsteps of the house bench, the wooden door was pushed away, the man came in, the man was in a black satin, and the face was long, and it seems to have a lot of wine, and the walk is unstable.

Lazy Lazy on the bed of the brother to remove the fan, the dark scorpion is moving slightly with the eyes, only this action reveals the custom style, a look of the wind, as if he is born in the flower floor .

The man squatted, and a pair of hand carefully caressing her caress: "I heard that you are a Chinese people? The land of the land, if the woman is generous, let me see it today ..." His hand I pulled down her cover, the gauze quilt, the movement was rudely, and she took her soil white shoulder: "See if you are also a skin." The man's kiss is coming along the shoulder neck. However, it is still quiet.

I am gratifying staring at the short knife inserting into the man's vest, asking me: "Do you see clearly if you just kick it?"

The man was like this to die, but she did not immediately pulled the weapon. The eyes looked at the top, and the land of the whole murder. After a long time, I suddenly remembered what kind of hurry to clean up the scene. Fan, still escape along the original road window.

Mushu said that she pulled me all the way and found that she did not flee it, but only an over-the-counter housing.

Museum laughed in my ear: "You don't believe it, you are in front of it?"

I thought about it, nodded: "Yes, who dares to be with the girl who is killing the murderer, even if some people doubt, Rong Wei must also help her testify, she has always spent the wine in the previous month, Where have you had time to go out. "

Mu Yan ran into my waist, jumped into the room of the brother, the middle of the road: "This is not what Gao Ming's policy, but the identity of the Rongzi is not very lost, the brother girl will kill people, it is done. Nice. "

I don't have a murder melody, and I can't help it in the room. The rosewood in the round table of the cloud stone is simple to put two pastries. His hands in a fine silver cup,? There is no half drop in wine. The candlelight pulls his shadow, and prints the six screens of the autumn lotus behind the body. At the outside of the window, the wind was blown, and the wind was in the wind, it was a lifetime, and there was a god in the sky.

I think it is a bit cold, and I rely on my opinion. He looked at me and got me again near him.

A burst of electric flash thunder, the Rongzi slowly put down the silver cup, and the candlestick walked around the screen to the bed. Dizziness is a small boy and a small brother. Her body is shaking, but his eyes are great, the eyebrow is frightened, bites a few deep red printers on the lips.

He put the candlestick on one side, reached out, his eyes, like tears that did not exist, she looked at him: "I killed him." She lifted the snow white right arm, take it On the left shoulder he pit, "this is the hand of this."

A fried thunder fell, and the rain is heavy, and she shakes the body tremble. He is slightly eyebrow. Hold her face with her face, the porcelain is not very spacious, he is almost attached to her, will Her huddled body opened, get into the arms. Both are all purple clothes, just like two purple butterflies hug together. His lips have a black hair in her silk: "You are doing very well."

She shook his head and lifted his eyes and looked at him. I didn't use a short knife. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe it. He looked at me. His blood is almost sprayed out. Falling in my chest, I have forgotten his expression in my life. I feel like this. I am afraid to be a killer, I am afraid of killing. "

She said that these weak words, there is no expression on the face, and the eyes have been great.

The wax torch is burned into tears, slides down the candlestick, and only the last one of the candle core is still struggling, and a very weak swelling. He reached out and smashed her, half-ring, low laughed: "I got you in that year, you are so small, I ask you to follow me, you are looking at me with a clear eyes, looking at me. It's really cute. I think, you will be my perfect work. "

He kissed her forehead, taking her more tightly, posted her ear, "Moon Niang, for me, becomes the best killer of the comfort."

The windows are cold, falling on the bamboo in February, and tap into my heart.

Since then, this dream is mixed and rapid.

The killer world has no warmth, and some are just a shadow, the spotted blood mark, and the death of life and death. I saw that the brother got away from this world, with her short knife, like a poppy flower, the petals is a cold shadow, and her beautiful eyebrows are inch in the bloom one inch stand up. These constantly changing scenes like the mirror of the collapse, before you are in my eyes, I don't know where all kinds of people have come: "I always follow the purple clothes next to the Ting Yu's big man, what is it? Oh, then Beautiful face. "" Oh, as beautiful face, he heard that the murder is not blinking, it is a master of the Ting Yufu, and the guards of the Things. "

Those collapsed mirrors gradually disappeared, replaced by the high stage, dress up the enchanting people will bend the whole body into the shape of the orchid, pick up at a little bit, make a style The appearance of the species, the soft scorpion sings the singing of Sichun, the gods are implied in the seduce, but there is no wire that is lazy to listen to the horizontal column on the high platform. The distance between the two said is far from far, it is very close to it, and when the eyes are intended, it is unknown to laugh.

At that moment, the green woman on the high stage was suddenly taking out a bright dagger in the sleeve. At the same time, a short knife of a long brother has fly to the door of the green woman, and a knife of the eyebrows, soon like a flow of light. The faceful woman's consolidation is half a half of the blood paste, blooming blood splash on the white cheeks of the brother, but she has not blind. The stage is already screaming. She has not smells, picking the short knife and rubbed the short knife on the purple dress, looking up, thinking about thinking, smiling: "Nothing?"

He looked at the horror woman in the ground, wrinkled and frown: "This knife is too spicy."

She carefully squatted carefully to study the woman's knife: "It is really no beauty, and I am a little scary. I immediately cut off their neck directly."

He handed her hand to her, pulled her up, slowly said: "I remember that after the first murder, I am afraid to hide in my arms and hide."

She gave birth to the corner: "I will grow up again." She seriously looked at him with the horizontal bars. "I will become the best killer of the comfort." The words made red bloom on the face, lined with snow. Face, Lim, Amazing.

He didn't look at her. Turning outside the window, there is a high-wood spring breeze, the flowers, a line of egrets, flying, long blue sky.

Hao Ge can't be the best killer, just better than Jun Yuli is the best novelist, because they are missing. The best novelist should only write a novel, but Jun Wei is writing a sword to comfort him.

Similarly, the best killer should kill only one, but the brother will have a difference between God to fall in love. Killer can't feel love, if a killer has a lover, it is easy to encounter the following dangers, such as "You, don't come over, you will kill him." "Good, I don't come over, don't kill him." "You put down the weapons, and squatted there." "Well, I put down, ah, how do you, how can you use the flying knife when I put down the weapon ..." Then your killer career is finished. "

In order to Rong, the brother has become so hard, but because it is to kill people in order to accommodate, her heart is never so hard to have a good killer.

The first summer of the year of 19 years old, the aged grandmother passed away, but she did not have the last side of her life because of the external task. When returning to the Hall, I have entered the door that she is lonely.

That is a cool summer, the Ting Huan's courtyard is full of purple yang, her sister wears a snow-white filial beauty, with her one-size face, tears Yingsheng standing in the white flowers, holding a huge porcelain in his arms Ashes.

She rushed back, still , all over the blood marks, the wind, I want to be a bloody. The sister is in the lips, and the look is like her fifteen years old weakness and strong appearance. I took into her arms, and I was angry: "Grandma wants to see you, saying that you must see you in the last side." She reached hands The white bottle of the porcelain, the hand is slightly shaking, but there is no expression on his face, half-ring, said: "Let's grandmother go all the way."

Rong Yizhen is not ill, looks at the brother who hugs, whispered: "You are tired, go back to the house first."

She is awkward, letting her sister, tremble with the bottle, and he carefully read her: "Listen to them, you have not glad three days, your grandmother's post I will deal with."

I didn't look back at her sister. I turned to her. "I always thought that she was called Yan Dance, I didn't expect it, it was called Jinjian." The face is like a tearful Jam raised his head. He glanced at the foot of the Pisuyang flower, flew two white butterflies, he captured her look at his sight and stunned.

Two playful white butterflies in the flowers were burned into a cluster of porny. I had a bad feeling in my heart, and I could have a bad feeling. Maybe this scene is, it is a heart knot, and I don't say, the most dangerous moment. Finally arrived.

In the situation of Hua Wei we woven, the place where happiness stops is sad. I hope that I'm hoping is despair, everything is still generally logical with realism. But in the dream of a living, everyone is used to use extreme way to resist the unobstructed power.

It's like I see Murm, but I can't get him, so I want to kill him again, half of him, let us live together, but this is the crazy idea of ​​the consequences, as long as I still have a reason, I will never do this.

But I think so every day, this will definitely be reflected in the dream, and then I have become a murderer in my dreams, this is the so-called resistance of the extreme way; or I am more embarrassed, I feel that this fate is really bumpy Misery, the Heaven and Earth Shanhe should give us a burial, that is in my dream, there will be a magical scene of the larilestry cracking stone, which is the so-called resistance of the more extreme way ... this is also aunt Master taught me if I won't enter the dream of others. If I get into the dream, my dream is in the eight-level earthquake of the mountain without a horizon. Suddenly there is a stone from the mountain, I accidentally smashed Flat, I will smash the bead in the chest, then I will die.

Living people dream of doing themselves, but it is very important in me. If I die in their dreams, it is true to play.

At this time, I want to destroy everything, I don't know what she wants and despair. I only know that she also chooses the way to crack everything to end this dream, and I have to burs out before she broke out. Come and lead her out.

It can be obviously too late, just in the moment I launched myself, I ran to the flash of the brother, there is no empty thing in the world, and the huge empty turns will flood the white purple yang flower cluster. , One inch is dyed over the gray fog. This is a dream, and the day is still in the day, and I will hit the black. I can't see the five fingers.

The shadow of the brother disappeared in this dark dark, I looked at it, I didn't know where the run, stopped, but the body was slammed, a blue dress took my neck, Memory's breathing is in the ear, the depth of the sink: "Run so fast, don't you know very dangerous?"

I have hit his sleeve and desperately reach out to the front: "Hey, it is very magical, you see, what is it?"

He taught, and took a white light that I walked in sinking and foggy. This wilderness is empty in darkness, just sees him and my footsteps, like stepping on the water, and the sound is raised.

The mist of the ink black is scattered inch, and the sky is coming out of the sky. In the cold moon white, a huge sakura tree is rumored, and the red cherry blossoms are scattered in the air, like the snow.

A purple brother holds a pot of drunk, sitting under the tree, slightly, looking at the white man standing in front of her body. Museum is very beautiful, the man's handsome is not in the mur, whispered the silver glory of the cold moon, is particularly cold.

The cool breeze is floating with the voice of the Yulino. If the knife is so annoying the court etiquette, I don't listen to the same bed. Your Majesty ... "She didn't finish it, a narrow knife shadow has been riding a circular arc in half air, and the man even returned to the stood, but the hair band on her head should be intermittent Open, splashing ink ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

She saw him for a while, and smiled and smiled. "Your long knife is not going to do it?"

He ink, the color, the talents, whispered, but he was sneaked. He took two steps, slightly leaned over to her: "Mrs is gamble with alone, lonely."

She reached out and made a look that he had to hold his hand, but he climbed his shoulders, reached his hand and removed him. She smiled and shot: "This is fair."

In the flying in the cherry blossom, she shook the wine pot and swayed in front, and her face smiled half of the heart. After he walked behind her, the face was cold, and she looked at her appearance, did not reach out. The rich cloud is released, and there is a song. After the cloud: the past is sigh, the dream is in the autumn, and there is still a thousand years ...

Memory asked me: "Do you have to follow it again?"

I shook my head. This dream is not dangerous, and since the white man appears, everything seems to be in good aspects. I asked Mousse: "Who do you know to wear white clothes?"

He suddenly took a meal, said: "Zheng Guo, a national monarch, Jinghou Rong, Ping Hou, the uncle of the same year."

Her dreams have not been brought together. Her dreams have been overheat, and they are enforced from other people's dreams. This can be pushed from the appearance of the frustatic frowns. I am actually nothing. I feel, but in order not to make him doubt, I have to do it.

Sending Mutal back to his room, the brother is completely waking up, blurry looks at me: "The way you explain the rope is good." I think it is true, I often play like this game, even if the five flowers are also tied. Easy to unlock, transfer only to tie their hands and feet.

I will get close to the lamp and ask her: "What did you dream?"

She made her eyebrows and smiled: "My husband." For a long time, "they said that he is dead, but I don't believe it."

Month White Fengqing, she sat up from the bed, put the head on the right leg, and the smile of half a half holiday: "I also dream of many things in the past, dreaming dreams, suddenly think of them said My husband is dead, I think, if my husband has left me in this dream, what do I want to do this? "

She looked up at me, "Are you saying?"

I nodded: "Yes." I did think so in my heart, if I went to myself, if I had the power of this world, then I will definitely destroy it clean, but it is finally Will not leave me first, I will leave him first.

I first glad that I am a dead.