The eyes are full of ink, and the morning dew and afternoon sun are soaked into a large area of lead, and the wind is cooler and will not disperse for a long time.

The crown of the lake pearl is full of spirit, the wrist is competing for the pearl, the man in Xuanyi stops, the Bi pool at his feet is full, the dripping water is silent, he has a full cup of wine in his hand, and shakes it, and the pepper syrup slightly rotates a few times to white.

It's a stone chamber.

"Lord, the slave has brought the man."

The figure of the man with the half-fox mask on his side was hidden in the darkness, and he bent down and threw the woman he was carrying on the ground, unable to see clearly.

Burning incense in the stone room, swirling, wet, greasy, mixed with the smell of people, blood, and fish, the man in the dark clothes sat on the ground wantonly, and his slender fingers tapped his shin one by one.

The bowed slave had already made a promise, and he walked away with a slight ripple in his eyes.

After a long time, the incense in the stone room was extinguished, and the last wisps of fog and smoke floated out, and the man in Xuanyi lifted his eyelids and glanced at the woman on the ground, and his voice was full of pleasure:

"Wings hard?"

He raised his hand to clamp her chin, and carefully rubbed the woman's color and eyebrow bone with his fingertips, but his face was not waveless, and he attached his ear to breathe: "Does it hurt to the bone?" ”

The moon shines on the suburbs, and the dream is broken.

There was no way to escape, the gods and spirits were hanged, killed, and imprisoned, the blood-red eyes were dormant and gluttonous, and the woman's eyebrow bones were hanging high, holding on to the bone-eroding pain on her back, and she straightened her spine:

"The Lord ......"

Bitterness, blood, hidden in the afterburner of gold, the old bones and blood crown her beautiful jade ornament, flying across half of the Yao Pond, the beauty of Yan Yan and on the verge of exhaustion is thrilling.

"Shhhh The man pressed his fingertips to his lips and made an angry sound.

Then the woman turned around, and the small clothes that were already hanging on the ground faded, and the scarlet pattern was quietly stroked, which was difficult to describe the Suzhou silk carpet.

"It's beautiful."

For a long time, the man sighed, it was the Xinghan Galaxy that turned sharply.

The woman's spine was sluggish, she tried her best to stabilize her breath, in vain she endured the pain, rose and fell, her cheeks were red, but she still had a pair of clear and watery apricot eyes:

"The slave is wrong, the master spares ......"

The man let go of her, but the woman still slipped to the ground, screamed heavily, and sat back in Fang Cai's position: "Who gave you the courage to try to cover your skin, thinking that I can't find you like this?" ”

With a horrible smile on the man's brow, he lifted the ripples of the pool beside him, and the room was silent, except for the sound of water.

Her chest was filled with thunderous pain, and the woman was as desperate as if she had fallen into the abyss of vanity, and she trembled to cover her jade body, and her clothes were all red:

"Slave just, just for you to take care of it in advance."

The man snorted, and the clear edge behind the silver mask was stained with a deep meaning that he had not yet realized, and he raised the wine glass on the ground and poured it all on her face.

The woman screamed in pain, and the skin faded from the edge of her hair—it was a painting.

Showing a gorgeous face.

"What are you?"

The man looked at the panicked girl, gently brushed aside the fog barrier in front of him, picked up the fallen painting skin, and gently held it in his hand, arrogance and purity have never been so quietly blended.

"Lord," the woman stepped forward in an instant, kowtowing her head heavily, and the pain on her back seemed to be less than the horror in her heart at the moment, "The slave knows what you want, and now you have the opportunity, please believe in the slave!" ”

She stumbled loudly, and her voice echoed in the huge stone chamber, and the wind entered through the small hole in the top, blowing the pool faster and faster, and the woman's heart was even more terrified.

The man remained silent.

Only one arm of the powder fist against the ground, the woman's little face was raised, tears rolled down in her eyes, but she didn't dare to wipe it away, her breathing was not smooth, and she couldn't even speak:

"Slave...... Slaves are sent by the Lord! ”

The man slowly stroked the fine folds on his sleeves, the eyes exposed under the mask were calm, and the dark tide was surging, and when he spoke, the loneliness of a thousand years in the fantasy world was played into a perfect sound, and there was only a few miles of heaven in a radius, like a scorched tail and chalcedony sounding in unison, which made people feel happy:

"I'll believe you again."

He stepped forward, ignoring the woman's trembling, stretched out his fingers and slowly buttoned the woman's small buttons, to the top, down her neck, and pinched her own face:

"The tattoo on your back is a punishment for your unauthorized actions."

The woman's eyes were full of horror, and the touch on her cheeks only made her feel frightened, and she couldn't stop nodding: "Slave understands." ”

Even if there was a thorn in the man's eyes, it was difficult to hide the brilliance, and he slowly integrated the painting and skin on his hand into the woman's face, and soon there was no trace of flaw.

"It's beautiful." Another sigh, (to be continued)