Today's long-lost dream person is charming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Why is info so beautiful? Because if it weren't for Windsor's mention of Yiyi's name, she would have completely forgotten about this poor woman, the woman she had killed with her own hands.

The climate in the north is cold all year round, and standing on the cliff and looking into the distance, the blue sea is dead gray, floating with rotten foam, and there is no wind or waves.

Ice Orange made on the cliff and looked at the sea until someone called her name.

"Sand Shimmer, Sand Shimmer ......"

Bing Qingcheng turned around, it was a woman in a white gorgeous aristocratic funeral dress, the woman's red lips called her name one after another, the voice was sad, resentful, and sharp.

"Sha Shuo, the king wants to use us to sue for peace, what should we do?"

Her skin is very white and her lips are very red. As she said this, her pale skin suddenly rotted and swollen. The ornate funeral clothes were yellow, rotten, and showed signs of insect bites, and then the yellow rotten water stained the clothes and flowed down.

"Sand Shimmer, Sand Shimmer ......"

The woman who had changed from a beautiful woman to an ugly demon walked up and grabbed Bing Qingcheng's shoulder. Bing Qingcheng looked up at her face, which was swollen twice as big as before, but she could still vaguely see her original beautiful appearance.

Then her eyeballs fell out of the black hole hole socket and landed on Ice Blue Orange's face. Crackling like a heavy rain, it buried the ice green orange endlessly.

Every eyeball was full of unwillingness, resentment, staring at Bing Qingcheng, reflecting her appearance.

"Sha Shuo, Sha Shuo, why?"

Yiyi's head was raised back, and a large amount of foul blood spurted out of her throat, spraying on Bing Qingcheng's face, flowing down Bing Qingcheng's neck and flowing all over her body, mixing with countless slippery eyeballs.

"Sha Shuo, Sha Shuo, I hate it so much!"

Yiyi's body shriveled down, like a skeleton, covered with a layer of skin on its delicate skeleton. Her head also fell off and smashed against the ice blue orange head, face to face with her.

The dark and empty eye sockets, the jawbones that crunched, and the dry hand bones tightly locked the ice blue orange with eyes and dirty blood all over the body.

The beautiful and soft voice came from all directions, and it went deep into the bone marrow one by one, as sharp as the bone claws rubbing against the eardrums.

"Why? Why? Why? ……”

"Enough, the beautiful queen I know is not so ugly."

The sea rose a large red color, and it was the scene of the battlefield. Ships large and small burned, masts broken by shelling, sails tilted to one side, sea water poured in through the holes in the cabins formed by the collision with each other,

The mournful man wailed, burned, and sank into the cold, dark waters.

Dreams are dreams because dreams are never real. Most people don't think about it in their dreams, and they don't think if I'm dreaming. Who am I? Where do I come from? Where to go and things like that.

Ice Orange woke up, and the faint sunlight filtered through the tiny gaps in the curtains.

It was less than five o'clock in the morning, and it was just the right amount of soberness. Bing Qingcheng quickly cleaned up and came to the place where she had killed the five black-clad killers last night.

Official security forces in Phoenix are throwing five bodies onto a flatbed. This is really bad news. It is said that those who have good deeds can analyze the genre and martial arts characteristics of the killer organization from the body of the killer. The approximate location of the Killer Gang can even be analyzed from the food scraps in the bones and stomach.

So either you bring something like aqua regia, or you have the logistics to recover it, or you are not afraid to find out your identity at all. For example, Bing Qingcheng is the kind of person who is not afraid of identifying her identity at all, and the brand on her body is enough to explain her identity. And most of Victoria's killers are art-oriented.

Bing Qingcheng returned to the hotel, just in time to see the shopkeeper walk out slowly. The two of them talked casually about today's weather for a while, and then got to the point.

"Yo, the old gentleman got up early enough."

"Where, where, get used to it. It's not easy for you young people to go to bed early and get up early. ”

"Actually, I thought of one thing yesterday, I couldn't sleep well at night, and I woke up early this morning. I was thinking about grapes and potatoes growing on a tree and a long in the soil, but they were ......."

"You don't have to think about it, come with me." The old shopkeeper said.

Ten minutes later, Bing Qingcheng followed the old shopkeeper into the basement of this intelligence point. This is the secret room and intelligence processing room for the mission, divided into two parts, inside and outside, the outer room is very small, and it is still very hot, because there is always a small stove.

Bing Qingcheng sat outside looking through a stack of materials, and the old shopkeeper of the hotel was in another room, and the crackling of fax and transmitter could be heard.

Of course, there are many similarities between grapes and potatoes, such as potatoes are the main crop in the "Little Money" area, and wine is the most popular type of wine in the "Little Money". They all grow out of the soil, and although one is a vegetable and the other is a fruit, they are stored in the cellar.

Bing Qingcheng is now looking at the general information, which is to observe the emerging gangs on the mainland, the newly famous characters, and what are them. What are the new moves of the old forces, and the personnel changes that have occurred in the big family. Some of these changes will create business opportunities for the Killer, and some of them will be forces that must be avoided during the mission.

Soon the old shopkeeper came out with a stack of materials.

"I remember that I just reported to headquarters, but I didn't ask for a task." Bing Qingcheng said and put down the information in his hand. On this stack of emerging information on the continent, the first photo of a young man, Ming Lang Orange Falcon, a highly talented student of St. Angel's New Senior Sister College in the City of Divine Glory, although he has not yet graduated, but the sensation caused by his admission to the school and what he did in the school have attracted the attention of intelligence officers, although it occupies a small space, but it is also on the list.

The old shopkeeper stubbornly maintained the posture of handing it to Bing Qingcheng, and Bing Qingcheng had no choice but to take it when he saw this. The first is an official document-style document that refers to her code name "Snake Pupil". It means to reiterate Victoria's rule-making, the silver killer has to complete at least six tasks a year, and she has been derelict in her duties for three years, so eighteen tasks plus punishment is twenty-seven.

Seeing the second one, Bing Qingcheng's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

It was written in ciphertext, and the old shopkeeper didn't know what it was written, although he could crack the code, but it would take time, and the head of Victoria's house didn't like it for his men to do it. He could only see that even though Bing Qingcheng was wearing sunglasses, his expression was still ugly, like he had choked on food, and he was still a cockroach.

"I have some regrets." Bing Qingcheng said softly.

The old shopkeeper looked at her, and he knew that according to the rules, the killer's bargaining would be directly regarded as a betrayal. If you betray it, of course, you have to kill it. Although he didn't know if he could take the ice green orange without moving, he was already very confident in his skills.

"I'm sorry, I need to give me a plan of action. I now have a secret mission directly from the head of the house, and I hope to extend the processing period for these tasks for the sake of success. Bing Qingcheng thought for a moment and said, "I need to use a special request to write a letter and hand it directly to the head of the family." ”

The old shopkeeper did not object, although he felt that it was a bit wasteful. In Viktoria's organization, a special request can be made to exonerate the death penalty. It looks like Bing Qingcheng is so young, and he only has one chance at most.

The crimson tongue of fire rolled and burned the paper, and the ice blue orange let go of the hand before the flames could reach his hand, and the to-do list carbonized and fell into the furnace. The red firelight was reflected in her sunglasses, and she was silent for a long time before she began to write, as if organizing the language, but perhaps thinking about someone.

Thousands of kilometers away from Phoenix, the "Little Money Forest", an iron-gray marble fort, like a reef in the sea that has been repeatedly slapped in the storm, stands out in a storm more striking than the towering walls and unique sense of age, its solidity and long-lasting roughness.

Of course, it was also early in the morning, and the maids and servants, as usual, were busy early, and a cloud of cooking smoke wafted out of the chimney and hung over the castle.

In a room that looked ordinary on the outside, but extremely luxurious on the inside, a young man who looked to be in his twenties was holding a fax.

He wore a silk nightgown that wanted to fall off at any moment, revealing wheat-colored toned abs, and up was a smooth chest, an eternally straight neck, and a firm chin. His hair is not very long like that of ordinary nobles, it is a clean and crisp short hair, which is matched with a handsome face......

But if you look into his eyes, you may not be able to see his face at all, and the toned and slender figure will not attract half attention......

This is a pair of extremely amorous eyes, gentle like the blue sea in the early spring sun, deep and bewildered, the gaze is intoxicated, and the boundary and bottom line can never be seen. But at the same time, these eyes are young and flexible, with a juvenile innocence and cunning, which makes people defenseless and wants to be friends with him.

"Little baby, what do you think our princess told me?" The young man said in a brisk voice.

In this room, this not very exaggerated bed was piled with a large mass of soft and white feather quilts, and between the sheets and quilts, a petite and delicate body was hidden.

When the body heard the young man's voice, it shrank up in fear and hid in vain between the quilts.

The young man casually crumpled the fax, pushed open the window and threw it out, and the carbonized paper burned by the flame was blown by the wind and wiped out in the wind without reservation.

He is a fire magician, and there is not only a fire magician in the castle of Victoria, but when it comes to fire magicians, there is only one thing that comes to people's minds, the genius of resurrection magic with exquisite fire control technology, the head of the house of Victoria! Victoria Minver!

"Little baby." Mingfu used a coaxing tone to get the cat, and gently opened the layers of quilts, revealing the body under the quilt.

It was a beautiful maiden, and of course in Minfver's private bedroom, and only the beautiful maiden was in his bed.

"Don't." The girl's voice was broken and trembling.

"Alright, baby, it's time to get up." Mingfu's voice was soft, and he dragged the resistless girl out from under the quilt with a softer movement, as if moving a rare treasure.

The sunlight that broke through the window shone on the girl's pale face, and her expression was confused and painful, powerless and desperate.

She resembles Windsor, with the same blonde hair, ocean-blue eyes, and white skin. But she was about half her actual age in Windsor, about twenty years old. From the color of her hair to her dry lips and dry eyes, she was paler and more fragile than Windsor, and she did not have the vigor and vitality of youth at all.

"Don't, don't." The girl trembled all the time, struggling in Minf's hands, trying to escape control.

"All right, baby." Mingfu patiently coaxed, "I know you're tired, but don't you really want to know what our 'good friend' Sand Shimmer Ice Blue Orange is doing?" ”

As he spoke, he gently arranged the girl's hair into the shape he wanted, and a gentle, creepy smile appeared on his face.

"The little guy bargained with me, and she actually put off the task I gave her until next spring. Na! Baby, how do you think I should 'punish' her? ”

No one answered her question, and the blonde girl stopped her unintended resistance, looking at him with confused and broken eyes, and her whole body was covered with signs of being played.

"Is it broken?" Mingfu gently stroked the girl's face, "You can't speak anymore?" What a fragile toy! Do you miss Ice Orange? Do you want her to break down with you? ”

The girl's eyes were gray and unwavering.

"All right, baby." Minfer gently pinched her nose like a doll, "I'm just kidding, you have to be patient with a strong fanatic like Bing Qingcheng." ”

The girl suddenly became in pain and vomited directly.

The sun rises higher and higher in the morning, and the sun gradually brightens, and even in autumn, the temperature is still higher than at night.

In the room of the hotel, Windsor rubbed her eyes in her sleep in a daze, woke up suddenly, and shouted at Bing Qingcheng, who was watching the scenery by the window: "Sister, it's all this time, why don't you call me." ”

Then she shivered violently, not because of the cold, but because of the icy orange eyes.

The pair of dark golden eyes, which seemed to hide mystery and weirdness, the needle-like eyes of crocodiles and poisonous snakes more like humans than humans, were so defenseless and exposed to the air.

It's a sad feeling, Windsor has always felt that she was wrong, do you look at the crocodile's eyes, will there be tears of sadness?

Here it is again, Bing Qingcheng muttered in his heart, the newspaper seller who was wandering downstairs, and the posture of holding the newspaper had exposed him. But it looks weak, is it stalking? Presumably, the other people who wanted to get that thing had already noticed the Daimler siblings' plans, but they still didn't want to give up on me.