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The bright red wedding dress dragged the silver flowers on the ground, and the fire tree looked like snowflakes fluttering.

Apparently not snow.

It is a white flower that only appears when a person dies, and it is as white as snow.

I was retreating, but I didn't dare to look at the beautiful picture in front of me, it was a ghost, not a person, she was very beautiful, but she could kill people.

The dignitary's heartbeat suddenly stopped with a "click" in an instant.

Lao Li seemed to look down on life and death, and he said lightly: "Lao Chu, buddy is estimated to be dead, and the following is said to be better than the above!" ”

I said, "Fart." ”

If you are afraid of her for three points, she is afraid of you for seven points.

People are different from ghosts, people are not afraid of wind and snow, not afraid of sunshine, not afraid of darkness, not afraid of storms.

Ghosts are different, she is afraid of many things.

I raised my hand to stop her and said, "Don't come here!"

Her emaciated face showed a hint of joy, but she became more beautiful.

A ghost in beauty is a ghost after all, and she will never become an adult.

I'm human, and I shouldn't have been afraid of her.

But the fear of three points is sometimes more frightening than the fear of seven points, and the whole body is chilled.

Cold sweat gradually broke out in my palms, and every skin on my body seemed to be sweaty, but my pores were also expanding, and goosebumps were even more raised, like millet particles.

It's hard.

But I couldn't speak hard.

I said, "I, I am the king of a country, do you want to, will you rebel?" ”

"How dare a concubine rebel?" She hooked her fingers and said, "Come here, come and tell me, my lord." ”

The charming voice can make people get colder and colder, and the taste of cold is very uncomfortable.

The cold that seeped into the bone marrow made people's hearts freeze even more, and I swallowed my saliva and said, "If you have something to say, just say it there."

Everyone has their own story, and each story is a treasure for people.

Some are sad, some are happy, some are sad, and some are sad.

The appearance of the woman in red was changing, her face suddenly became haggard, and her eyes became more gloomy.

She picked up a petal and sniffed it lightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Special, especially poignant.

I asked her, "You want to cry?"

It's better to cry than to cry, but sometimes it's better to hurt than to shed tears.

She said, "Doesn't the king remember the memories of the past? Do you want me to say it myself? ”

I said, "If the memories are all sad, then don't talk about it."

She said: "There are also happy ones, but they are very short-lived, but they are also the happiest concubines."

I said, "Just say you're happy."

She said, "Come here."

People always have a good side, and so do ghosts.

She is very dependent now, like Zhao Feiyan, who wants her to dance in the palm of her hand.

I want people to feel sorry for her and cherish her.

She also seems to need more love, but what she needs is not me, but another person.

I smiled and laughed, nothing more than she compared me to an appendage.

Accessories can sometimes experience a different kind of value.

Like, now......

As I walked over, she threw herself on my shoulder, her head resting on my shoulder, and she seemed to be in tears, and her heart seemed to be beating faster and more deafeningly.

There is a smell that belongs to her, an elegant fragrance.

It's unique.

There may not be anything more fragrant in this world than the current aroma, at least now, not later.

I wanted to comfort her, even for a moment.

But she didn't know what to say, but her crying became louder, the echo became louder, and the flowers fell.

"Don't you have something to say?"

"The concubine is in pain and doesn't want to talk about it."

"So let me tell you a story?"

"But I'm not interested in hearing it."

When I looked at her, the human face had become the heart of a beast, and there was no human face.

I quickly backed away, not dodging her sharp claws.

As soon as I covered my chest, the blood had stained my palms red in an instant, and she also attacked me three times in a row, and the moves all wanted my life, like I had to die.

Death may be able to relieve the anger in her heart.

But anger rises from the heart, and evil is born on the side of the gall.

Lao Li shouted: "Lao Chu, use a lot of money quickly, won't the crisis be lifted when the big money sees blood!"

That being said, she's already going crazy.

It's not that I want to smoke ****'s yang energy, but I want to tear me alive with a pair of slender jade hands.

What a vicious woman, with a femme fatale heart.

She didn't show any mercy at all, and attacked my eyes, neck, crotch, and three key points.

She is a beast, a tiger, a wolf, who does not need human sympathy, and belongs to a deceptive and heinous villain.

As I dodged her attack, I pulled out a large sum of money.

I didn't fight back at all, so I stained the copper coin with blood and quietly looked at her motionless.

Her eyes were on fire, her hands seemed to tremble, and her person seemed to freeze.

I couldn't bear to beat her, Lao Li came over and said, "This little girl, look at how Lao Tzu beats her!"

He raised his hand and hit him, without the slightest concern, I stopped him and said, "Let's go, she also has her unspeakable secrets."

Lao Li dragged me, pointed to my chest and said, "Just catch you like this with her?" When did you kid be polite to ghosts? Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? ”

He pinched the face of the woman in red again, and said proudly, "It's beautiful."

The beauty of the heart is like a snake, nothing more than pretending to be pitiful, making people hurt, and finally dying on her.

I waved my hand to Lao Li and continued to walk forward.

The stone statue didn't move, and we didn't pay attention to him, but we saw that there was also a stone statue under the big tree, and it was a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman who was sniffing with her nose while twisting a flower.

Lao Li said: "Hey, Lao Chu? Isn't she the same beauty we saw earlier? How did you become a stone statue? ”

He went over and looked around the stone statue.

Suddenly, he said, "Old Chu! Gutu! My Golden Silk Ancient Figure! ”

Obviously this is not a good phenomenon, why is Gutu here?

Someone has already come here?

Lao Li walked over, his face became as white as paper, and he said, "Lao Chu, this is fucking, no, it's not me!"

On a thin piece of ancient map, some mountains and rivers are clearly drawn.

I looked at Lao Li and pointed to the picture.

"Are you sure it's not yours?"

Lao Li frowned, looked around vigilantly and said: "Definitely, it is definitely not my one, my one is not as messy as this one, and it also clearly records some woods, but this one does not."

I clutched the big money, but my heart was beating fast, and I said, "Someone has been here ......."

Lao Li was stunned and said, "Has anyone been here?" But why did he throw away this picture? ”

"Maybe he stayed on purpose. Maybe he was killed. ”

Lao Li asked: "Neither is it possible?" It's a bit impractical to stay on purpose! ”

"How is it not practical? If he is being held hostage and is hoping that someone will save him, do you think he should leave us some clues? ”

Who will throw clues to us?

Lao Li looked at me, and I looked at him. The two of them said in unison: "Mo Yuanqiu?"