When washing the lipstick on his face in the mirror in the bathroom, Li Nannan's eyes appeared in front of him again.

That woman, how dignified and elegant she used to be, after people saw her, they would only respect her from the bottom of their hearts, and even flatter her, hoping that she could smile at herself and be happy for a long time.

But now, what does she look like?

Li Nannan, who has an average level of education, really can't think of the right words to describe the current flower night god.

In short, as long as he thought of the blue and purple on her skin as white as rice paper, the size of a teacup, Li Nannan's heart was panicked, and he wanted to find Concubine Zhan and completely destroy her with a means that were ten thousand times more obscene than in the barren mountains that night.

The god of flowers and nights never said why the god of the stars was plotting against her.

Li Nannan didn't ask either.

But he was able to deduce from the trickery of the Flower Night God that the Star God was plotting against her, which should be related to him.

Regardless of whether Hua Yeshen is still infatuated with Helan Fusu, she can't hide the fact that she is slowly accepting the existence of Li Nannan.

Once a woman accepts a man from the bottom of her heart, then she will only love the man and will not harm him.

Therefore, Li Nannan can conclude from this that it was because Hua Yeshen didn't want to harm him that he was assassinated by Concubine Zhan.

Now that Hua Yeshen looks, Li Nannan can't bear to look at it anymore.

It's like when he left the rooftop, he obviously scolded her for owing grass, but in fact, because he cared too much about her - a woman who was not cared about by men, men disdained to say those two words to her.

He couldn't bear to look at Hua Yeshen anymore, so when he left, he wouldn't say goodbye to her in person, but he always hung on her, of course he was unhappy in his heart.

Many times, when people look at something that is not pleasing to the eye, it is not because the thing is not good, but because they are in an unhappy mood.

After giving Lao Jin a mouthful, Boss Li was miraculously in a better mood, looked at the small box of goods, opened the door and got into the car, threw two bagged roast ducks on the passenger seat, ignited the fire and left.

There was no need to ask, and there was no need to even look back, Li Nannan also knew that on the platform of the Seven Star Club building behind him, there were a pair of eager eyes staring at the car, watching him disappear under the long line of street lamps.

"You still remember me."

Hua Yeshen, who was holding the cement guardrail on the rooftop with both hands, could no longer see the rear taillights of the box, and a miserable smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The more you don't come to see me when you leave, the more important it proves my status in your heart." Li Nannan, are you in love with me? Alas, why bother? I'm just an ominous woman. ”

"If I were him, I would love you after a taste of the night tiger."

An icy voice, as if coming from within the Nine Hells, came from behind the Flower Night God.

The person who spoke was standing right behind her, and the breath he exhaled as he spoke could blow to her neck.

But before the night god, he didn't have the slightest awareness.

The words that trembled violently like electricity could not describe the reaction of the flower night god after hearing this voice.

I was dizzy in front of me, my body shook, and I directly leaned over from the half-human-high cement guardrail, my head and feet, and fell downstairs more than 100 meters down.

She didn't have to look back, she knew who was coming.

From the time she was plotted by the Star God of Zhanxing, the Flower Night God knew that the king would suddenly appear behind her at a certain moment.

King Xuanyuan seems to like to appear behind people quietly - this should be a tradition.

This abrupt appearance can reflect his mystery to the greatest extent.

Now he finally came, and in the night.

If it were in the daytime, when King Xuanyuan was a woman, the god of flowers and nights might have been bold and knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness.

King Xuanyuan in the daytime has the softness that a woman should have.

But this is in the middle of the night, King Xuanyuan is a man's image, and he also has the aggressiveness and cruelty that a man should have, and if the god of flowers kneels on the ground and begs him again, he will only be tortured more cruelly.

Deep in every man's bones, there is a more or less brutal factor hidden.

The more the woman begs him, the more excited he will become, and the means of torturing people are full of tricks.

Therefore, Hua Yeshen would rather jump off the building and fall into a meatloaf, and he would not want to look back and see King Xuanyuan.

At the very least, in the process of falling into a patty, it will only hurt for a while, and you will not know anything.

This kind of result is many times better than being tortured by King Xuanyuan.

It turns out that death is not as terrible as I imagined.

If I had known it was this light-hearted feeling, I should have jumped off the building a long time ago.

Looking at the lights 100 meters below, Hua Yeshen felt finally relieved, as if he was walking through the clouds, and he wanted to close his eyes comfortably.

She didn't close her eyes, but tried to open them wide, looking at the end of the long street to the east.

She hoped that at the end of her life, she would be able to see the rear taillights of that small box again.

It's just that in that car, there is the only man she has had since she came to this world.

She had been forced by him, and even though she had the ability to resist at that time, the devil knew that she didn't resist, allowing the man to take her precious first time.

He had been pushed backwards by her—she wanted to laugh at the thought of riding on him, with his long hair flying and galloping.

Smirked.

No matter how short her life is and how tragic her fate is, she can be regarded as a complete woman.

Only a woman who has been by a man and a man can be called a perfect woman.

Since she is already a complete woman, what else does she have to be nostalgic for?

What's more, before leaving, the man had entrusted Lao Jin to send a message, saying that she should recuperate with peace of mind, and don't care about anything else, just wrap everything on him.

This is what a husband said to his wife, and Li Nannan would not fail to understand what kind of position he put her in when he said this.

In this way, she is also equivalent to having a husband and becoming more complete.

So, she should laugh.

Smirked.

So, she laughed.

The laughter is as crisp and melodious as a silver bell, looping and passing through the thin haze.

The laughter stopped abruptly when there was a sudden sharp pain in her right ankle, as if it had been cut with scissors.

Indescribable fear, like a demon, grabbed her by the throat at once.

She was wrapped in a ribbon around her ankle and dragged back to the platform as she swooped back into the harsh reality.

With a bang, the back of the flower night god's head slammed on the platform, and the Venus in front of him rose straight up, and his ears buzzed as if they had been vibrated by a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Since King Xuanyuan has come, it has become a luxury for her to even commit suicide.

A hand cold to the point of reminiscent of a grave gripped her throat.

She could only be forced to open her mouth.

When she finally realized something and tried to close her mouth with her tongue, a coolness had already slipped down her throat.

It's so cool and comfortable, it melts in the throat, and it's like a jade liquid.

Hua Yeshen stopped struggling uselessly, never moved again, and even his breathing miraculously relaxed, as if he was enjoying this coolness.

But she tried to widen, looking at the starry sky, why did there be a deep fear in her eyes?

A face slowly appeared in her sight from the northwest.

Very handsome, very handsome face.

Li Muchen was not qualified to see this face tonight, and gave it to the god of flowers for free.

This face, no matter from which point of view, whether it separates the irrelevant or puts it together, is perfect to the extreme.

If it were in the daytime, this face appeared on the street, and Hanayagami was sure that it would make all the girls scream and pounce on it, trying to kiss it and take it into a lifetime of dreams.

But after seeing this face, Hua Yeshen's extremely weak body trembled rapidly.

The pupils of his eyes kept locking and spreading.

In the eyes of too many girls, this face is perfect to the extreme, but in the eyes of Hua Yeshen, it is more terrifying than the most terrible ghost.

Bright silver white hair, fluttering in the wind under the starry sky, can't help but kiss this face.

"Don't close your eyes."

Just as the god of flowers and nights was about to close his eyes, King Xuanyuan spoke: "I remember very well, as early as the night of March 3, seven years ago, you were always peeking at my face. Now that I've shown it to you, why do you close your eyes again? ”

"King, king, please, please kill me."

Hua Yeshen, who was weak, suddenly clenched his fists suddenly, like a corpse, with his back brain and feet as the fulcrum, and suddenly bent his body in reverse, his mouth wide open.

The body just bent up, and then slammed to the ground.

Then, bend again.

Fall again.

Repeatedly.

Her pale face suddenly appeared with a charming bright red.

This bright red, at a speed visible to the naked eye, spread from her cheeks and quickly spread down her neck.

When the bright red color spread to his chest, Hua Yeshen couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the black cheongsam with both hands, and forcefully parted to the sides.

Just when she saw Li Nannan leave with a small box of goods, she still needed to hold on to the guardrail to stand.

But now, she just pulled her clothes seemingly casually, and the delicate and sturdy cheongsam fabric, like a piece of rice paper, was easily torn apart, including the black bud cover inside.

Some women, even if they are seriously ill, are so haggard that they can't do it, but the part that makes her proudest is still so upright, white and greasy, full of elasticity, like two balloons filled with water, and the slightest movement of the body will have a charming ripple.

Hanayajin is such a woman.

It's just that now, her past pride is so ridiculous in the eyes of King Xuanyuan, without the slightest sexiness.

The sound of cracking, with the rapid spread of bright red, sounded all the way down.

In just half a minute, Hua Yeshen tore the expensive cheongsam.

In the meantime, she didn't make any sound from her mouth, as if she was performing a strange pantomime.

She didn't really know what she was doing.

She only felt that there were tens of thousands of bright red ants, crawling one after another among the limbs and bones of her body, devouring her flesh and blood.

She just wanted the ants to hurry up and crawl out of her body.

Wherever the ants crawled, she tore their clothes apart.

The ants finally climbed onto her feet, crawled out of their toes, and disappeared into the platform.

Those ants, of course, do not exist, only appear in her fantasies.

When the last red ant crawled out on tiptoe, Hua Yeshen's body bent backwards, and it fell heavily to the ground, and the drowning man finally surfaced, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and took a long breath.

The crystal sweat was dense on her body, like dewdrops, reflecting the starlight.

The chest that heaved rapidly finally slowly regained its calm.

She wanted to fall asleep, think about nothing, and preferably never wake up again.

King Xuanyuan didn't want her to fall asleep, so he raised his foot and gently kicked her Guan Yuan acupoint.

"Ahh

The screams of the flower night god, if she still had the strength, she would definitely be able to hear it standing on the Great Wall.