The night is getting thicker, but the moon is getting brighter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The night is so long tonight, and the moon is so bright tonight. Bright people can't open their eyes or don't want to open their eyes, they just want to enjoy the different gentleness of the moonlight in the water.

But in the eyes of some people, this moonlight is clearly red! In the red light, their faces were full of excitement, greed, and joy, so that their eyes could still shine green under the red moonlight, and the light was so strong that they could not close their eyes at all.

But the green light is also different, some are in the face of the bitter waiting, silently endured, thousands of times but still should not be the original intention, gritted teeth to adhere to the ideal, suddenly revealed a little possibility of realization and excited green light; Some are the dazed, helpless, and then surprised green light that was smashed on the top of the head by the treasure that fell from the sky; There is also a robber who enters the house, faced with a house full of wealth, and an irrepressible green light of possessive greed......

The first two green lights are bright, and the latter is dark and decaying. But the ridiculous thing is that the first two kinds of green light can't win by type, and are completely suppressed by the latter kind of green light by quantity.

I don't know if the situation is different elsewhere, but it is indeed like this around Zhang's father and mother.

They were indeed surrounded by this disgusting green light, and the light prevailed more than anywhere else. They could fully feel what it was like to be "like a man on their backs", as if they were thousands of disgusting green tentacles firmly immobilizing them in place, constantly spraying a thick fishy green mist and making a disgusting, filthy green sound......

Keep filling all your senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, etc., with this decaying green, until it finally seems to penetrate you and finally make you a part of that green ray.

This feeling was undoubtedly unpleasant, so Zhang's father and mother both frowned.

Dad Zhang was already handsome, but now he is nearly forty years old, and he only has a little more wind and frost on his temples, like a big brother who is a few years older next door, and he is mature and close. But at this time, Fang seemed to be a few years old, and his forehead was wrinkled, but the spectacle lenses reflected a blood-red light in the moonlight, and it was difficult to see his eyes and the emotions in them, and he must have been as deep as his wrinkles.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have greeted with disgust even in his voice: "Oh? You're coming. ”

A big man on the left, his body is like an iron tower, his face is like a hanging bell, and he is copper-yellow, like a golden man made of brass, he took a step forward, opened his mouth to answer, and even his voice was as stiff as if it was cast iron, indifferent: "Well, we are here." ”

"You shouldn't have come!" Now not only the eyes, but even Zhang's face was buried in the shadows in the moonlight, and finally he couldn't see a trace of expression anymore, and even his voice became sad and joyless.

"We're here anyway." The person who answered the call was the figure on the right, she had an active shadow, and the other shadows were silent, like an iron tower. Only her shadow is swaying left and right, charming and enchanting, as if she is hooking up with the endless desires of human beings.

Her voice, like her shadow, was also not at all uneasy, and the sentence "We are still here" turned to Wu Daowan, using six tones, with seven sighs, pregnant with countless emotions.

Her person is more unwilling to be lonely than her shadow and voice, dressed in colorful clothes, her face is painted with colorful makeup, her lips alone use five colors, and the jewelry is even more dazzling, and the whole person is standing there alive and alive is a palette!

However, so many colors are not chaotic in a person, but they are harmonious and wonderful, and the Buddha should be born so ordinary. This can only show that this person is extremely charming and has a face that is not inferior to the color on her body, but she also has such a face, but it is a seductive face.

Her voice was tactful, like a nightingale's cry: "Brother Fengzhi, we haven't seen each other for so long, don't you even want to say hello?" ”

Zhang's father continued to be silent, but Zhang's mother stopped doing it, turned her head to look left, a jade face was exposed to the blood-colored moonlight, and she couldn't hide her disgust, it looked like a yaksha, and her voice was slightly cold: "The surname is Zhang, if you have a leg with this kind of sassy fox, don't go to the old lady's bed, the old lady is afraid of getting sick!" ”

This time, Dad Zhang's head lowered and continued to be silent, but the woman smiled happily: "That's right, Fengzhi." Sister Jiu'er doesn't want you, your sister's bed welcomes you! ”

"Whose sister are you called?"

"I'm sick ~~~"

"Sao Fox, do you want to fight?"

"People don't like to be so rough."

As she spoke, Zhang's mother held up the black folder, and the woman held up a colorful umbrella, and the scene suddenly became tense.

At this moment, the petite figure in the back spoke: "Senior Sister Duan, don't make trouble, don't forget our mission." ”

"Okay." The woman put away the flower umbrella as she spoke, but her little thumb seemed to rub it on the handle of the umbrella inadvertently, and a silver light drove towards Zhang's mother in the most unremarkable way, at the most unexpected angle, and with the most inaudible sound.

This silver light is the light of life.

There was a deadly needle in this light.

This needle is smeared with deadly poison.

You only need to break a little skin, and it will turn into blood.

As long as there is a little blood, there is no way to recover.

The person who shot the needle looked panicked and hurried on the surface, but his eyes were cunning and cunning.

The onlookers either didn't know why, or they knew it and were unmoved, standing coldly in place, watching the silver light drive towards Zhang's mother.

However, no matter how powerful the hidden weapon is, it can only play a role when it hits the body; No matter how indifferent the bystanders are, only a tragedy can make people feel chilling.

If they lose the attribute of hurting people, then the hidden weapon is only a hidden weapon after all, and the bystanders are only spectators after all, and they cannot form a tragedy.

At this time, it was like this, a big sword seemed to fall from the sky, standing upright in front of Zhang's mother, blocking that little starlight.

Everyone present was stunned, including Zhang's father and Zhang's mother, and everyone was at a loss for what to do about this change. Because they all knew the sword, and they knew the owner of the sword, and they understood the position of the sword better, so they froze.

They couldn't figure out why there was a sword. When was this sword lowered? What is the purpose of this sword? Why does it ...... Want to defect?

So the woman in the flower dress couldn't help but open her mouth: "Why help her?" ”

She was looking behind Zhang's father and mother, where there stood a tall, silent man, who looked unusually cold in the moonlight. He carried a sword as tall as him behind his back, and now only the scabbard remained, and he stood straight, like a cold front suddenly appearing on the ground.

He spoke, his voice as dead and clear as the light of a sword: "For the mission." ”

"The mission didn't require her to live!" The woman in the flower dress said three points of delicate and seven points of dissatisfaction.

"The mission didn't let her die either!" The man with the sword on his back was only very indifferent.

"She's dead, the mission is convenient!" The woman in the flower dress was a little more resentful.

"I don't want to." The man with the sword on his back was still very indifferent.

Don't want to? Don't want to think about anything? Don't want the task to be easy? Don't want it that easy? Don't want to get the job done? Still is...... Don't want her dead?

The flower-clothed woman's eyes suddenly became more crystalline, she stared at the man with the sword on her back fixedly, and there were only five points of grievance left in her tone, five points of resentment: "You can't forget her, can you?" ”

The man with the sword on his back didn't even say a word now, and his indifference turned into silence.

The woman in the flower dress suddenly raised the flower umbrella, and her tone was full of hatred and jealousy: "Then what if I want to kill her?" ”

The man with the sword on his back also raised his head, looked at the woman in the flower clothes, and did not speak, but the killing intent was rushing.

The face of the woman in the flower dress was sad. I saw pity and said, "Good! Good! Good! Then you'll kill me, but I'll see if it's your sword or my needle!" ”

"Enough!"

The man on the left, who looked like a brass pour, spoke, and his voice was still as ugly as metal: "Xuanyuan, Duan Mei, don't forget our mission!" ”

At this moment, Zhang's father, who had been silent, also spoke: "Hey, hey, hey, you guys are staging a bloody drama!" Did you put the person in your eyes and she was a good match? ”

He stroked his glasses, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and continued: "It seems that I was almost cuckolded just now, you two quarreled, what do you care about my daughter-in-law?" And the guy who was hit with a big wooden plank, who told you to kick my daughter-in-law to block the needle? Lao Tzu won't block it! ”

Zhang's mother was embarrassed, and said aggrievedly: "Husband, I ...... this too"

"Alright, alright, go back and clean you up."

Dad Zhang finally straightened his waist and shouted loudly at the round shadow encirclement: "You guys try again?" ”