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"Gross!"

As soon as Zhao Chunliang put Wu Mei on the bed, Wu Mei vomited, she was completely unconscious, and vomited directly on the bed.

Zhao Chunliang was going to leave, but Wu Mei vomited, and he couldn't leave.

He took a basin out of the bathroom, moved Wu Mei's body to the side of the bed, and then let Wu Mei's head hang over the basin, and gently pressed one hand on Wu Mei's lower back.

Vomit!!

Wu Mei spat again.

"This little amount of alcohol, and I go to the bar with someone." Zhao Chunliang smiled, took a tissue and wiped the stains on the corners of Wu Mei's mouth, then picked up Wu Mei and walked to the sofa on the side.

"Don't, don't touch me." Wu Mei wanted to push Zhao Chunliang away in a vague tone.

"Lao Tzu has never done anything to take advantage of people's danger." Zhao Chunliang said, put Wu Mei on the sofa, then walked to the bed, put away the dirty sheets and everything, and then called the room service, and asked the room service to send a new quilt up.

By the time the new quilt was laid, Wu Mei had already slept in the dark.

Her sleeping appearance is very poor, a pair of jade legs are wide open, the scenery inside the skirt is almost unobstructed, Zhao Chunliang has covered her clothes on her thighs more than once in the process of laying the quilt, and she threw them away, and as soon as the quilt was laid, Zhao Chunliang hugged Wu Mei back to the bedside, and then took the quilt to cover Wu Mei.

Looking at Wu Mei, who was asleep, Zhao Chunliang hesitated, picked up the pen and paper on the table, wrote a sentence, and left the hotel.

It's a pity that apart from sticking to the smell of perfume and wine, nothing happened to Zhao Chunliang and Wu Mei.

This is the first time that the two of them have seen each other face-to-face, but Wu Mei didn't know until a long time later that the eldest brother who brought her home safely that night was the weird Shu Huang who chatted online all day long.

Sometimes fate is really magical, it can make people who are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers meet, and it can also make people who should be together separate.

Zhao Chunliang left the hotel.

The autumn breeze is tight and a little cool.

Zhao Chunliang shrunk his neck, buttoned the buttons of his shirt, and then looked at his watch, it was already early in the morning, thinking about it, Xiao Ai's side, it should be over, right?

It's still the same basement, and it's still the big iron gate.

Zhao Chunliang knocked lightly on the door, but no one responded.

"Is it possible to go to the hotel?" Zhao Chunliang was a little surprised, and knocked on the door again.

"Come in yourself!" Xiao Ai's voice came from inside the door, and the voice seemed to be very excited.

Zhao Chunliang took out the key that Xiao Ai gave him before, opened the door, and walked in.

It was still that small room, but Zhao Chunliang's feet were on the ground, but he made a chirping sound.

There is water on the ground.

Or that there is a mixture of water and blood on the ground.

The smell of blood was pungent, and Zhao Chunliang stood in place, looking at the bathroom door.

The blood flowed out of the door.

Little love is coming to the big aunt?

Obviously, it is impossible, even if the eldest aunt comes, it is impossible to shed so much blood, and the blood flows down the floor to the place where the door is, and it is estimated that it weighs a pound or two.

Zhao Chunliang frowned slightly, walked to the door of the bathroom, and looked inside.

At this look, Zhao Chunliang's pupils shrank slightly.

There were two people in the door.

A little love, a yellow hair.

Huang Mao was hung up with his hands tied behind his back, the clothes on his body were gone, and there was a tear in his neck, to the navel, which could be seen that the laceration was caused by a knife.

Huang Mao did not die, because the crack did not penetrate deep into his internal organs, and a layer of protection from his internal organs at the end of the year did not fall out, his eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't make a sound at all, and his body was motionless, as if it was fixed.

Xiao Ai's face was covered with blood, and she held a knife the length of her forearm in her hand, which was full of blood, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife.

"What a beautiful body." Xiao Ai smiled and said to Zhao Chunliang, "You came back at the right time, and then, you can see what is called real, disemboweled." Hee-hee. ”

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Chunliang frowned and asked, the corpses he had seen were gone, so naturally he would not be frightened by the scene in front of him, but seeing Xiao Ai's appearance, Zhao Chunliang didn't know why, and he felt a sad aura.

"Crazy? No, no, no, I'm an artist, how could I be crazy? Xiao Ai said, slashing twice on Huang Mao's body with the tip of the knife, and said, "You say, where do I start cutting?" ”

"Let's get someone to the hospital." Zhao Chunliang said, "Otherwise, you will die." ”

"Dead? Maybe death is rebirth, maybe it's like me back then. Xiao Ai grinned, and this smile made people shudder.

Zhao Chunliang walked up to Xiao Ai, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the knife." ”

"Don't!" Xiao Ai shook her head firmly.

"I'll count to three." Zhao Chunliang said expressionlessly, "Three, two, one!" ”

When it fell, Zhao Chunliang's hand suddenly grabbed Xiao Ai's wrist.

Xiao Ai didn't resist or dodge at all, and Zhao Chunliang grabbed her hand and snatched the knife from his hand.

"Three... Two... One! ”

When Zhao Chunliang snatched Xiao Ai's knife, Xiao Ai suddenly opened her mouth and counted down to three, and when she read one, her hand suddenly opened her five fingers and grabbed Zhao Chunliang.

Zhao Chunliang didn't dodge or hide, not because he couldn't hide, but because he saw the sadness in Xiao Ai's eyes.

That kind of sad sadness.

Burst!

Xiao Ai's nails lightly pierced Zhao Chunliang's skin and muscles that ordinary knives don't necessarily pierce.

Five fingers pierced into Zhao Chunliang's chest and stabbed into the flesh.

The entire finger, about one-fifth, submerged into Zhao Chunliang's body.

Zhao Chunliang just stood in place, motionless.

"If I use a little more force, your heart will be mine." Xiao Ai squinted her eyes and said with a blurred look.

"You can't kill me." Zhao Chunliang said calmly.

"I can't bear to kill you." Xiao Ai smiled and withdrew her hand.

Blood, dripping to the ground from Xiao Ai's five fingers, Zhao Chunliang was silent, threw the knife in his hand aside, and didn't care that the five holes in his chest were still bleeding, and went straight to Huang Mao, who was tied up and almost disemboweled, put him down, and then resisted on his shoulder and left the basement.

Huang Mao was sent to the hospital by someone arranged by Zhao Chunliang, as for whether he would die or live next, Zhao Chunliang had little interest in knowing, because he was not a savior, he just didn't want to see the people around him kill innocents indiscriminately.

Zhao Chunliang, who returned to the basement, found that the blood on the floor had been cleaned up, but the smell of blood was still mixed with the air.

The blood on Zhao Chunliang's chest was no longer flowing and had scabbed.

Xiao Ai sat on the chair, playing with the tattoo pen in her hand, looked at Zhao Chunliang, smiled as if nothing had happened, and said, "Little brother, you are a good person." ”

"I'm not a good person." Zhao Chunliang walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, lowered his head, looked at the slate bricks on the ground, and said, "I'm just not used to indiscriminately killing innocents." ”

"But this happens all the time in this world." Xiao Ai raised her head, looked at the incandescent lamp hanging on the ceiling, and said, "Maybe just because of one look, you will be killed." ”

"Are you talking about you?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

Xiao Ai didn't speak, just stared at the light bulb.

Zhao Chunliang smiled, lay down on the bed, and said, "Do you want to get a tattoo at night?" ”

"Sleep at night." Xiao Ai lowered her head and said, "Sleep for five hours, and then get up and get a tattoo." ”

"Then I'll go to sleep first." Zhao Chunliang closed his eyes.

There was the sound of footsteps and the sound of undressing in a hurry.

Zhao Chunliang didn't open his eyes, because he was not interested in Xiao Ai at all.

When the sound of rustling stopped, a slightly cold hand gently pressed on Zhao Chunliang's stomach.

Zhao Chunliang opened his eyes and found that Xiao Ai had climbed onto the bed and was sitting under him.

Naked, not even wearing underwear.

Zhao Chunliang frowned slightly, not knowing what she was going to do.

Xiao Ai didn't speak, smiled at Zhao Chunliang, then pulled up Zhao Chunliang's clothes, got his head into Zhao Chunliang's clothes, and pressed his whole body on Zhao Chunliang's body.

A slippery little tongue gently licked the wound on Zhao Chunliang's chest.

So soft, so warm.

Zhao Chunliang is not without a former fox friend who has done great health care, for this kind of big health care will inevitably have projects, Zhao Chunliang does not understand, but he has also experienced, now when Xiao Ai is such a thin woman lying on his body, his chest is tightly pressed on his stomach, Zhao Chunliang suddenly feels hot all over.

Xiao Ai's fingertips gently slid on Zhao Chunliang's waist.

The nails that were sharp enough to pierce Zhao Chunliang's body looked so gentle at this time.

Zhao Chunliang lowered his head and looked at the woman wrapped in his clothes, not knowing what to say.

The scab on his chest was completely licked away by Xiao Ai.

Xiao Ai raised her head, looked at Zhao Chunliang, and showed a cute smile.

Her tongue was full of scarlet.

"I love the taste of your blood." Xiao Ai looked at Zhao Chunliang and said, "I want to sleep with you like this." ”

Zhao Chunliang has lived for more than 20 years, and he has met many women who want to sleep with him, but none of them are because of the taste of his own blood.

This reminded Zhao Chunliang of vampires, and then of Xiao Ai's two unusual little tiger teeth.

Could it be that this woman is really a vampire?

Zhao Chunliang felt that his head was funny, and when he came back to his senses, Xiao Ai had fallen asleep on his chest.

Just naked.

Naked and thin, but slippery and unspeakable.

Zhao Chunliang sighed, pulled over a quilt, and covered Xiao Ai's body.

One night, and so it was.

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