In the end, she received the Nanxian song "It's good to be self-sufficient" and went to country M with Lu Yun without hesitation, except for going out to the base, she usually faces each other and the world with her truest appearance, shopping, shopping, cooking, and living like an ordinary couple. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Huaying thought that she and Lu Yun's willfulness disliked the boss, but she didn't expect that she would take this trip for the two of them personally.

The child is the eternal pain of Huaying and Lu Yun, Huaying was seriously injured and dying during a mission, and was rescued by the Holy Hand Lu Feng to get out of danger of life, but because of the damage to the uterus, he lost the ability to give birth forever.

"Thank you, boss!" Lu Yun hugged the choked flower shadow and said in a deep grateful.

There is no need to say anything about the reward of being a cow and a horse, as members of the secret door, as long as Poppy says a word, they can die for her without hesitation, and it would be hypocritical to say it at this time.

Nodding his head, seeing that they had read the paper and then destroyed it, Nan Xian Ge refused their retention and rushed to the airport.

Yu looked at Nanxian Song who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep after getting into the car from the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and drove the car to the base.

"The master of the door. ”

"The master of the door. ”

"Boss, you're back. ”

"The ...... of the Doorman"

“……”

Along the way, from teenage children to gray-haired old people, they all saluted her respectfully.

Soon in the heart of this uninhabited island, luxurious villas appeared in the dense woods.

Walk to a nondescript villa room on the left, throw a whole poppy into the groove, and see it squeezed into a blood-red, blood-like juice in the transparent space.

"Stay here. Glancing sideways at Yu, who had stopped, Nan Xiange stepped into the darkness.

Fingerprints, eye masks, blood draws.

When the door in front of him opened softly, Nan Xiange's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and then smiled gently and beautifully.

After she entered, the door behind her closed automatically, and the blood-red poppies on Nan Xiange's fingertips had already turned into a sharp scalpel with a cold white light.

The gentle gaze of his dearest lover gently followed the bright light on every wall, and also fell on this neat and clean chilling hall.

If Nan Yiwu arrives here, I am afraid that it will no longer be possible to calmly analyze the emotions like in the laboratory on the outskirts of S City before, although he was frightened and frightened.

The picture of Nanxiange's star-like black eyes is an ice coffin that is so cold that it soaks the bone marrow, and the coffin is covered with transparent ice covers, and the inside of the coffin is ...... Some were empty and had nothing, while others contained a serene, young-looking corpse.

Those corpses were all dressed in extravagant costumes, and their faces were painted with delicate light makeup, and anyone who looked at them at first glance, until the last glance, would only have one word in their mind, and that was "amazing".

It is a short-lived fragrance of the child, the beauty of the only moment in a person's life, and a kind of amazement that makes people willing to hold their breath for fear of alarming the years.

Nan Xian Ge was still wearing a thin blood-red windbreaker, which looked extremely strange and bewitching in the hazy white ice air.

Step by step, walk through the ice coffins that are either empty or already have a host, and finally stop at the end.

Turning around, the corners of the trench coat seemed to have formed a thin layer of ice, and the moment she turned around, she did not fly out of the beautiful and handsome arc before, but a stiff and cold arc, just like the temperature in this secret room.

Miraculously, at such a low temperature, her body still maintains the initial body temperature, neither increasing nor decreasing, and even the delicate eyelashes are still fluttering with the blinking of her eyes.

Touching the cold fingertips as usual on the lid of the ice coffin next to him, looking at a man lying quietly inside, his eyes even the deepest part of his eyes were hidden with tender pity, and his fingertips gently curled up for a moment when he touched the coldness on the ice sheet far below his body temperature, and then gently depicted the gentle and gentle face of the man in the coffin with his fingers through the ice sheet, which seemed to have amazed the delicate face of time.

In the middle of the night, a tear smashed on the ice sheet, and as soon as it touched it, it had already been condensed into ice, and the moment of freezing still maintained the most crystal clear.

"Styx, I'm back, where are you?" muttered softly, but her voice was as small as if it were ethereal in the air, and had been extinguished before she could hear a quiet needle drop on the ground.

After taking a deep look at the man in the coffin, Nan Xiange turned to look at the wall not far away.

The walls are hollowed out, and there are ice coffins one after another, but the transparent walls are filled with strange corpses.

The reason why it is called strange is that each corpse has countless small but clear suture wounds, a certain eye, a certain collarbone, a certain palm, a certain fingernail......

They cannot be called "one", but a combination of countless corpses, the kind of corpses that take the most beautiful and delicate parts of other corpses, the most worthy of admiration, and then combine them little by little into a complete corpse, and then sew them into one.

So the corpses in it, each one, are like God's most perfect and elaborate masterpieces, and there is no resemblance to them, but they all seem to have the best of all in one.

The only downside is the tiny lines at each of the stitches, or, or, most strikingly, the lines.

It's so neat that even the best embroiderers in ancient times probably can't weave such perfect stitches.

Tilting his head, Nan Xian Ge carefully looked at each of their corpses, his eyes were gentle as if they were soaked in water, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be the most pleasing display in the world's largest exhibition hall.

With a touch of his hand in a certain place, an ice coffin on the wall gently detached from the wall and fell softly in front of her with the steel plate underneath.

Gently pushing open the lid of the coffin, Nan Xiange reached out and gently touched the face of the person in the coffin who had been sewn up several times, and the scalpel on his fingertips revealed the tip of the knife, gently slashing across the perfect but weirdly delicate cheek.

The white skin and flesh slowly cracked under her knife, cracking without a trace of blood, Nan Xian Ge looked at the face that was cut by herself, pursed her lips, looked at the corpse innocently, and said slowly: "You don't look like her anymore, even if it's perfect, you can't keep this face, I'm sorry!" whispered softly, as if saying the most seductive love words to his lover, his clean and soft voice was mixed with the cold air in the secret room, and his innocent and well-behaved face was matched with a bewitching red windbreaker, everything looked weird and terrifying.