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Wang Qiang walked slowly, she didn't run at full speed as when she came, this is because she is carrying dozens of pounds of wolf parts at the moment, and she can't run so fast at all, and second, because she likes to enjoy the silence after the killing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She liked to observe, and she found that her mother's bed companion liked to sit quietly after finishing his errands, as if he had entered the sainthood, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes and seeing, like an old monk who had entered the meditation.

She used to think that this was very fake, obviously she was so anxious before going to bed that she was like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten for more than ten days, but after going to bed, she acted empty, isn't this hypocrisy?

But she could understand these men now, and she loved the quietness and tranquility after the storm, like the world spinning after a big sip of spirits, and then slowly sitting by the window and watching the rain and wind outside, quietly enjoying the feeling of being slightly drunk.

Very comfortable.

The sky slowly brightened, and the golden light pierced through the mist of the forest and swept gently over her shoulders, brushing away the dust left behind by the night for her. Wang Qiang can feel the temperature and power of the light, a feeling that she loves but does not dare to ask for.

She is not a suitable person to live in the sun, the sun makes her yearn for it, but she has no right to luxury.

She at night is very different from her during the day. At night she loves to kill and take the lives of living beings, but during the day she is a ". The daughter of the son", destined to bear contempt and hostility that has nothing to do with her.

Sunshine has temperature, heat, infinite love and tolerance, but unfortunately, she does not have that blessing to enjoy.

Mother had already gotten, and she was tending to some of the flowers she had planted in the yard.

It wasn't a good flower, just a morning glory, a wild chrysanthemum, and her favorite rose.

It would be a mistake to say that the rose was her favorite flower, but it was her mother's favorite flower, hence her name.

As soon as she saw the rose, Wang Qiang could think of her mother smiling at her, and her mother showed a rare smile at that time, and would say affectionately to herself: "Qiang'er, do you know why your mother named you Qiang?" She didn't wait for Wang Qiang, and said the mystery to herself: "Mother hopes that you can be strong, the rose is the strongest flower, the roadside, the corner, the jungle, the shrubs, as long as it can grow from the place, as long as there is a little rain and dew can open, you must be like the rose, brave and strong to live." ”

Although she didn't think that Rose was beautiful, Wang Qiang felt that Rose was still very tough, which was much stronger than those delicate peony Yueji, so she accepted the name.

The mother hadn't seen herself yet, and Wang Qiang squinted at her mother. From both a man's and a woman's point of view, the mother is a beautiful woman in every way.

The mother wore a plain velvet coat with a jade hairpin lightly inserted on her head, which was not thick but warm, and was most suitable for a slender woman. She turned her back to herself at the moment, bent down slightly, and tended to the flowers, her ass was gently cocked, although not very large, but full and round, with a trace of frightening arcs, like a ripe and even dripping honey peach, which made people want to pounce on it and bite hard.

Wang Qiang inherited her mother's long legs, but the long legs of the two have different functions, Wang Qiang's legs can be used to run, can be used to kick, but never like to show others, but her mother likes to expose half of the two slender and slender, snow-white and three-point fleshy legs, only covering the thighs, but gently exposing the calves to the ankles.

As if she had done some kind of work, the mother turned slightly, her face was facing the rising sun, so she squinted slightly, and the muscles of her face twitched slightly, but this strange expression did not detract from her beauty in the slightest, but reminded of the strange and seductive white fox of the elves on the snowfield.

She is so beautiful that every arc and every breath she takes seems to exude an aura of attraction outward, and this aura is not divided between men and women, even if Wang Qiang does not think that there will be any relationship between women, but she also feels that there is an impulse in her heart that is faintly aroused.

This impulse is not the urge to kill, but it is more rapid and more surprising than that impulse.

Wang Qiang didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit that her mother didn't care if she was a or not. Son, she has all possessed to be a. The full qualifications of the son, and she, although not ugly, was never called beautiful, to him, ". Son" is even a false praise for her appearance. Since she can be sure that her mother is her biological mother, she can only blame her father for her appearance. If the balance of the parents' appearance is the daughter's appearance, then her father must be one of the ugliest men in the world, otherwise how can he balance the beauty of the mother?

The mother saw her, and she saw the wolf parts she was carrying. A trace of concern flashed in the mother's eyes, and then a trace of gloom flashed, and then she changed to a cold and emotionless face: "Gone out into the wild again?" ”

Wang Qiang's observation was very keen, so she was not moved by her mother's indifference, but nodded slightly: "Hmm." ”

The mother looked at the blood dripping from her along the way, looking a little worried, but she seemed to know Wang Qiang's ability very well, so she just said: "I will ask Uncle Xu to sell the wolf skin or something, he will take 20%, and the rest will be yours." ”

"Hmm." What should Wang Qiang say, she didn't know how to talk. If she speaks half as hard as she kills, no, even only one or two percent, she can say all the words she has in her heart to her mother.

She wanted to ask her mother, who her own father really was, why she was so indifferent to herself when she was so worried to death, why she didn't want to open up to herself and have a good chat, why she wanted to be a ". Son", asked her if she was a ". son", is he and must be a ". sub".

But she couldn't say it, all she could say was "um".

What a cold, cold, heartless word!

"There will be a chance, there will always be a chance." Wang Qiang comforted herself like this, although she was comforted from the age of eight to the age of fourteen, but she still believed so.

After all, she was only fourteen years old, and her mother was only thirty years old.

Wang Qiang gently placed the harvest on the wooden steps in front of the wooden house, tidied up a little, and walked into the house.

There were three men sitting in the room, this she had long understood, their breathing was different, one heavy, one subtle, one calm, each other had different frequencies, and they had already exposed themselves.

Voices can speak, but many people don't listen, and in her eyes, a gust of wind, a piece of paper, and a smell will expose herself.

Some people go blind for a while when they walk into a poorly lit room from outside, which is an extremely dangerous time when the enemy is likely to be hiding in the dark. One of his mother's male companions was a pirate, and one of his eyes was covered, and that covered eye had adapted to the long darkness, which allowed him to easily enter the cabin for fighting.

But Wang Qiang will not have this confusion, her eyes are like cats, she can easily control the light in and out of her eyes, and she can see the faces of her opponents in the dimest light.

The night is her best friend.

Her family was both poor and rich, and she said that she was poor because she clearly remembered that she and her mother sometimes could not eat, and that her mother was so hungry in bed that she had to venture into the forest to hunt, and from then on she began to fall in love with killing; He said that he was rich because every once in a while, someone would always send rice, flour, oil and salt to his family, gold and silver jewelry to his mother, and even some clothes that seemed to be very expensive, and his mother had many sets.

If you don't eat well, don't sleep well, have a thin face with yellow muscles, and have dark circles on your face, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she won't be beautiful. What my mother eats, uses, and wears every day is not comparable to even the big families in the village, and it is precisely because of this that she can be so glorious.

But her mother seldom shared these things with her, and she enjoyed nothing but enough food to survive and barely sheltered clothing.

Even her dagger was sold and bought by herself.

But she couldn't blame her mother, after all, this woman gave birth to her.

Wang Qiang never cared about the name of the furniture in the room, only that there was a large table of eight immortals, a few chairs that seemed to be made of rattan, a screen with landscape paintings that she couldn't understand, and green curtains hanging on the windows with strange patterns on them, but she didn't know what the style was.

In fact, she only cared about the size and orientation of the things that might be used in battle, and she didn't care about the beauty of the furniture or how much it was worth.

The three of them were dressed differently, the one who was wheezing heavily was the male companion of his mother last night, the one who had good kung fu in bed, he had a big face, round eyes, a face full of meat, and he was dressed in a martial arts short, and sat majestically on a chair. His eyes squinted at Wang Qiang, but he didn't bother to talk to her with an arrogant look.

But Wang Qiang is not afraid of him, the more dangerous the animals, the less they will show danger, they will only show their minions at the moment of your death.

The wheezing was subtle, as if it was an old man who had lost a candle in the wind, he was already very old, and life had completely bent his waist, so that he could no longer hold his head up like a young man. He wore a scholar's robe, but it was made of black flannel, and he wore a black turban on his head, which looked like a crow, and exuded an air of decay and ominousness.

Wang Qiang doesn't like him, this person doesn't seem to be a threat, but Wang Qiang can imagine that it is definitely not for nothing that such a person with no labor force and no combat effectiveness can live until now, so this person is either very rich or very smart, and these two points are Wang Qiang's respect.

The last person, Wang Qiang, paused slightly and looked at him. He was so ordinary-looking that even Wang Qiang didn't bother to describe his appearance, because this appearance was so ordinary that as long as he put it in the pile, he would disappear immediately. He wore the same clothes, similar to those of an ordinary porter, with a net-like turban on his head, a green cloth shirt and trousers, and cloth shoes on his feet, without features, without prominent colors, and everything was so unremarkable.

But Wang Qiang was suddenly very afraid of him, which was the fear of the inferior to the superior, and the fear of a weak animal facing a fierce beast.

This man is extremely dangerous and very difficult to provoke.