Midnight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A soft sound of opening and closing the door sounded, and a few fallen leaves were glued to the woman's messy green silk, and the flowers bloomed on the white neck and chest, the folded clothes were half-open, the feet were vain, and the lingering smell on the body still lingered, obviously having just experienced a fierce cloud and rain.

The woman lightly placed her cloak on one side of the wooden stone, and the room was lit with candles. The woman sat on the chair with the same expression, but said lightly, "Did you make a noise?"

The candle flame cast a shadow on the man's face, making it impossible to see his face, but the eyes projected by the fire radiated pity and worry, "He hit you again?"

He couldn't ignore the red mark on her face, which was the same every time he went out at night and came back in the early morning, his hand hanging by his side clenched tightly.

The woman touched the scar on her face, and the curtain was draped, and the thick eyelashes cast a shadow so that the man could not see her expression, and her tone was the same as before, "I'll rest for a while." With that, she lifted the quilt and breathed smoothly, as if she was asleep.

The man's expression was dark and uncertain, and he was silent for a long time.

Fingers tapped on the table one by one, "What about the people who came yesterday?"

He was greeted with a long, slow breath, and the man sighed softly, he knew that she already had an idea.

Oh oh grip -

The sound of roosters crowing sounded one after another in the village, and a rooster crowed and all the chickens crowed.

The sky is still bright, and every household has begun to smoke curling, and strong men take advantage of the lack of sun to harvest diligently in the fields.

A murmuring stream, a trickle.

The two bodies on the grass snuggled up to each other to keep warm, and Mo Bang looked at the little head in the crook of his arm, his body motionless, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The sound of insects sounded in his ears, a little harsh, and with a flick of Mo Wang's arm, the sound of nearby insects suddenly disappeared, and at this time, Qianmei was also awakened by the killing intent that was as light as wind and dust.

The vigilant gaze stopped on Mo Wang's body, slightly puzzled, but silent.

Mo Bang Liang looked at Qianmei who got up and was silent, silently soothing his numb arm. "Let's go, they should have already gotten food. ”

Qian Mei looked at someone who stood up, his gaze paused on the flattened humanoid grass, and then walked away.

The corpses of the small insects left in one place, if you look closely, they all died with their heads cut off in unison, and there was no difference in the slightest.

The dawn of dawn gradually spreads over the earth, awakening all things that are asleep.

Yufu.

On the edge of the pond, a man in his forties, with soft eyes, gentle and elegant, exuding a bookish spirit, held a fishing rod in his hand, and there was indeed no hook at the other end of the fishing rod. The man's dark pupils were distant and distant, as if he was indulging in his own thoughts.

Behind, a burst of light footsteps sounded, the water snake's waist twisted, the green silk was slightly messy, the woman was holding some pastries and tea in her hands, and her charming and moving voice sounded, "The husband is so comfortable, come, the concubine has made some pastries and tea, and please enjoy the husband." ”

The man glanced at the woman's eyes, and then stopped his gaze on the fishing line in the water, and his tone was unusually cold, "What are you doing here?"

The woman was accustomed to the coldness of men, put the pastry and tea in her hand on the stone bench beside her, and knelt down and gently tapped the man's back, "Of course, the concubine is here to serve her husband." Breath sprayed on the man's ears like a fluff flicker. (To be continued.) )