Darkmoon.

Sochi likes the city and prefers the women in the city, because the women in the city are very energetic. Not only are they very white-skinned, but they also have very curvy buttocks. What's more, their mouths are very sweet, sweet and unforgettable, and sweet makes people unable to extricate themselves.

A room full of women, each with their own charm, they show their enchantment to the fullest, just to please a man.

So Sochi's laughter has hardly stopped, as the so-called death under the pomegranate skirt is also romantic, and dying under the pomegranate skirt is precisely Sochi's lifelong pursuit.

Everyone's pursuit is different, just like someone wants to be an invincible swordsman in the world, and someone wants to be a diner who eats all the food in the world. Sochi's quest is to become a prostitute.

Thanks to a good father, Sochi has always been on the road to pursuing his dreams.

He is a very strict person with ideals, just like a gourmand who eats different foods and must use different utensils. Sochi is the same, he has to personally choose the most suitable clothes for each woman, only in this way, can the best of each woman's charm.

He asked every woman around him to dress tightly, because he liked the pleasure of peeling back layers of cocoons.

But he didn't wear pants himself. Probably because of the bad habit of wearing open crotch pants since childhood, Sochi felt that it was too hard to keep putting on and taking off every day, so it was better to simply go naked. As a result, at least two-thirds of his life will be bare-bottomed.

He took a bite of the peach that was brought to his mouth, and it was delicious and delicious.

"Young Master Suo is going to get married in a few days, I wonder if our sisters will be able to serve you like this at that time?"

Sochi smacked his tongue: "If you want to live a nourishing life, you have to eat more fruits, and you are my fruits." He wrapped his hands around the girls and took them into his arms, "Come on, darling!"

"You're so bad. ”

"You're dead......

"Hahahaha. He laughed even more when others said he was bad, not knowing that his bride had been kidnapped, and that he was about to die.

At this moment, Sochi suddenly froze, and fear spread outward in his pupils.

At some point, a dark red plum mark suddenly appeared on his white wrist. There is a legend about the plum blossom mark of the bounty hunter that the person who is marked will not see the sun the next day.

"Who is it?" he suddenly stood up and asked sharply, "Who drew it for me?"

Everyone said they didn't know why there was suddenly such a mark on his wrist when no one else had been in this house.

"Is that you?" he said as he grabbed a woman by the neck, "You've always been closest to me." ”

Seeing Sochi's fierce look, the woman was so frightened that she fell to her knees: "It's not me, it's really not me!"

"Fuck you. Sochi kicked her to the ground, and then his palm was instantly covered with flames, and a punch penetrated her chest, crushing her heart: "Damn, whoever dares to make such a joke with Ben Gongzi in the future will end up like this!"

Everyone panicked, but for Sochi, killing a woman was as simple as taking off your pants.

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you go get me a basin of water?"

"Yes. ”

A short time later, someone brought a basin of water to Sochi, and he put his hands in the water.

Can't wash it off!

He almost rubbed the skin, but he still couldn't wash it off. He was terrified, he knew the legend, and he knew that the name of the bounty hunter was definitely not for nothing.

He frowned, and the corners of his forehead were covered with cold sweat.

". He scolded, "Bring my pants." ”

He put on his pants and said, "Get out of here, no one is allowed to enter this room without my orders!"

He was so angry that he sent all his men in, trying to kill me, damn it, go dream. Despite the thought in his heart, he couldn't help but panic, this was the first time he felt a crisis in so many years, and he didn't want to die yet.

He ordered all his men to surround themselves in turn, according to their skill, and surrounded them so that they could not be cleared.

The room was already packed, and there was no room for even one more person. The hallways were crowded, the stairs were crowded, and even the rooftops and yards were crowded.

"No one is allowed to blink until dawn. He ordered everyone not to eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water until tomorrow, for fear that someone would poison the food.

Damn, he doesn't believe it, no matter how powerful those killers are, can they still kill him in front of so many people? Even if he kills them one by one, I'm afraid it will already be dawn when it's his turn.

If he could break the curse of the marked one's death that night, he would prove that the bounty hunter had nothing to do with himself.

The night is long.

Waiting, and making the time seem even longer.

Because Sochi ordered all the doors and windows to be closed, the room at the moment was like a big steamer, everyone was gulping for hot air, and everyone was sweating.

"Don't wipe your sweat!" Sochi ordered again.

Or Sochi's approach is a bit too petty, but......

In less than half an hour, the sky will be dawn.

It was at this time that the window suddenly opened.

"Who is it?"

There was no one, no one, just a black iron chain, which hung like a snake on the window, half on the outside and half on the inside.

No one knows where the section outside leads, but the half of the room is in Sochi's belly at the moment.

He had a pained look on his face, and the flesh hook of the chain pierced his belly from behind, revealing a sharp crescent hook.

Then, suddenly, a dark figure jumped out of the window, and then Sochi, who was dragged out of the house by the chain on his stomach.

"There are assassins!

The room suddenly became agitated, and although there was no shortage of magicians and swordsmanship masters in the crowd, no one could do anything in the face of this sudden scene.

The crowd chased them out through the window, but there was still a figure of anyone.

At the end of the long street, the sky is getting brighter, and Sochi does not make it to today's sunrise.

In a hidden stone chamber somewhere, there was a man in a black robe, with a melancholy face and a jade flute in his hand.

Behind them stood respectfully four tall, short, fat and thin people, Gondor, Achuan, Nuochong, and Slark.

Achuan was carrying a half-dead Sochi.

"Subordinates, see—Lord Nyvon Moore. ”

A wisp of revenant soul pulled out of Sochi's shell, a terrified face. His soul was eventually absorbed into the flute hole, turning into a muffled note.

Every soul is a note, and for Nyvenmore, to compose a beautiful piece of music, it takes more souls.