In the dead of night, Yutian Village ushered in the first quiet and reassuring night.

It is estimated that at this time, only the insects are still busy in the grass.

However, in another puppet room in Li Dayin's house, the dim light illuminated the figure sitting on the ground very tall, and next to him was covered with wood chips, and there was a naked woman lying on it, moaning and moaning, this woman was none other than Du Shaoran, who was sleeping with Dong Qiuxu.

She was completely unconscious, her childish face was flushed, her eyes full of water waves were occupied by desire, her hands were firmly tied, and her legs were constantly rubbing against the person's body in search of comfort, as if she was longing for something.

However, the man has been indifferent, still carving wood, while admiring Du Shao's dyed hair and love, his eyes can't take his eyes off, as if he is appreciating a masterpiece of art.

The moment the corners of his mouth smirked, the sharp blade in his hand slashed neatly on her arm, and blood gushed out like a tide.

Du Shaoran was deeply trapped in the quagmire of desire, and regarded the pain in his arm as a kind of training, and he actually groaned comfortably.

"Women are all cheap bones!" After gritting his teeth, he slashed Du Shaoran's arms and legs a few more times with hatred, the blood marks and the white skin formed a sharp contrast, and under the illumination of the light, it was so dazzling.

For a while, Du Shao's white and delicate body was dyed red by blood, but looking at her face, she still had that cheerful expression, and even looking at the man's eyes, she couldn't express her infatuation in words.

Maybe Du Shaoran was a little uncomfortable, he slapped her fiercely, scolded and scolded in his mouth, and she was still moaning and moaning unmoved, which shows how powerful the medicine she was taking, otherwise how could she be so ravaged.

I don't know how long it took, the man carved the masterpiece in his hand, and carefully placed it with Du Shaoran, at first glance it was a person, the surface was carved with her appearance, and it was the same height as her, and it could also be opened to put people in.

The man opened the wood like a treasure, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction, and after a long time, he happily tied Du Shaoran's restless legs and stuffed her into the carved wood.

Du Shaoran was lying inside, writhing restlessly, but he couldn't break free from the restraints of his legs and feet.

"Don't move!" The man saw her struggling, grabbed her neck, and then skillfully poured water on her, after some devouring and washing. Suddenly changing his face, Huo Ran picked up the sharpened shiny knife beside him, squinted at her abdomen, and prepared to disembowel her belly and make it into his favorite treasure.

Du Shaoran didn't know that danger had befallen her, the cool water made her hot body, and got the slightest comfort, lying in the wood that bound her body, her eyes full of desire, for a moment she was awake, she saw the man who was about to swing a knife at him, her pupils suddenly widened... Before I could shout, the scorching heat hit my whole body...

In the blink of an eye, that calm and even unbelievable face was covered with desire again... It seemed that this moment of sobriety was within the man's expectations, he smiled proudly, looking at Du Shaoran, who had returned to the whirlpool of desire, and the sharp tip of the knife slashed into her chest...