"Aren't you going to talk to me?" Bai Nuan sat on the quilt, looked up at him, felt uncomfortable, the red silk on his hand moved, and pulled the person down.

He sat down next to her.

"Nuan Nuan, I might ...... Can't stand that they're still alive. He hesitated and said something like this.

Bai Nuan: "......" How do you answer this?

How to answer!!

Before she could think of what to say to him, he leaned over, put his arm around her, took the man in his arms, and sat down on it.

I'm afraid it hurts her ankle.

He was a big man, with his head buried in her neck socket, revealing a rare panic and helplessness, "Nuan Nuan...... I'm afraid that one day you'll leave me because it hurts too much. ”

"I know I'm not good enough, but don't let go of me, I'll kill them all, and no one will hurt you."

"Don't want me." Bai Nuan can feel the wetness in his shoulders and neck.

She didn't know what she was not doing well enough to make him so flustered, and even felt that there was something wrong with her.

"What are you afraid of......" she sighed imperceptibly, and threw the man on the bed, her hands on his arm, her long hair scattered across his chest.

"I said I like this kind of thing, and I won't take it back, you know?" Bai Nuan squinted slightly, the hand holding the red silk tightened slightly, and continued to tie the person.

The man with his hands tied looked up at her, the lingering under his eyes penetrated into the bones, he had a dumb voice, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he coaxed her in a low voice: "Nuan Nuan...... Come down and let me go, I haven't killed those people yet......"

"If you don't feel secure, then I'll give it to you."

She pressed him down and leaned over......

Walking to the mountains and rivers, the bright moon bends, the wind and rain do not return, and the clothes are scattered.

The cold snow melted into the firelight, and you could hear the sound of the mountains, and with the movement of the earth's crust, as if pressing the accelerator button, little by little, the volcano erupted, and the brilliant firelight filled the eyes.

At that time, he heard the song of the nightingale, the most touching love words in the world, ringing in his ears.

From her mouth.

……

"Huh...... Rubbish. A man in a navy blue Tang suit stood behind the desk, with a rare anger between his warm eyebrows, and there were four or five people kneeling on the ground, except for his voice, the people on the ground could only hear their own uneasy and frightened heartbeats.

"Whoa—" He picked up the cup on the table and smashed it on the forehead of one of the kneeling men on the ground.

Directly saw the blood, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

The man did not dare to say anything.

"Get on your knees." He opened his mouth with a breezy coldness.

The man did not dare to delay, moved his body, knelt on the glass, and the glass was inserted into the flesh, and the man's face turned white at once.

"Except for this, the rest, take it down and deal with it." Ji opened his mouth, his brown eyes were filled with a heavy coldness, and the surroundings were faintly green.

Those few people didn't dare to say a word, because ......

Sometimes dying happily is more desirable than living in the hands of this man.

They are all people who have seen his methods, so naturally they will not touch his mold.

"Stand up, play Tai Chi and I'll see." Ji pulled a chair and sat down, the pattern at the placket was auspicious cloud pattern, silver and white silk thread, very beautiful.

Even if this person is torturous, he has a faint smile, but in the depths of his eyes, he is frighteningly cold.

The man on the ground struggled to his feet, staggering to his feet.