Chapter 840: The Enraged One

Song Wenlu couldn't help but push open the closed door, Song Xinyi in the room was startled, and the paintbrush in Suo Fen's hand was lifted by her, so as not to ruin this painting with a strong and weird style.

Song Wenlu didn't expect Song Xinyi to sit in front of the desk, tonight she didn't cover her face, and the cheek on the side was just facing him, and he was stunned. What a picture it should be. However, Song Xinyi immediately raised her head to look at him, and the ugly scar on her face instantly ruined the pursuit of beauty in Song Wenlu's mind.

"Shixiao, why are you here?" Song Xinyi smiled, but she didn't look good. She knew, and that's why she laughed.

"I'm coming to see you, are you feeling better?" Song Wenlu put away the surprise in his eyes and walked to the front of the case.

"Much better. Thank you for your concern. Song Xinyi just smiled, lowered her head and continued her painting.

"What are you drawing?" Song Wenlu walked around behind her and looked at the painting, and for a while some pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, which were those girls and children who were played/manipulated/killed/killed by him, their faces were full of horror and crying before they died, and the blood on the ground was like the red flowers on this painting, poignant and desperate.

"I painted Huangquan Road." Song Xinyi replied lightly. The brush is dipped in Shao Song cinnabar and delicately embellished on the edge of the flowers. The whole painting is dominated by black and red, the sky is dark, the water is also black, and the red flowers spread from far away to the other shore, and everywhere they go is crimson and beautiful. Because it is from Song Xinyi's hand, the whole painting is full of meaning and priceless.

Speaking of meaning, it is not auspicious. But the reason why she painted this picture is probably because of the daughters and children who died at the hands of Song Wenlu. The kind of Manzhu Sawa nourished with blood has a beauty and desolation that cannot be ignored, and good people don't think so, but after those who have done all the evil things see it, their minds are probably full of fishy pictures that are vividly in the purpose, like a playing marquee, which makes people have to recall.

This kind of pain of being memorized, I'm afraid that Song Wenlu has been whipped for 300 rounds.

"It's very well drawn." Song Wenlu made a faint comment after a long time. This painting is just like the moral that Song Xinyi wants to express, it is tragic and beautiful. Song Wenlu's face was hard to see pale. Then he asked the question in his heart, "I have never seen this flower, is it also made up by you." ”

"No, I've seen a lot of these flowers. It is generally born in the crevices of rocks in the wild, on graves, and by rivers. There are flowers without leaves, there are leaves without flowers, and the flowers and leaves are destined not to see each other. It has a very interesting meaning" Song Xinyi's clear eyes reflected a strange that could not be ignored, and she only heard her say quietly, "Life and death are separated, never see each other!" ”

"Life and death are separated, never see each other......" Song Wenlu was speechless for a long time as if he had been spelled. But when he came back to his senses, the horror in his eyes disappeared at will, and then he changed to a dangerous and terrifying look, which was sharp and deep on his handsome face, and when he looked at Song Xinyi again, the feeling of plundering and killing intent became more and more obvious.

forcibly provoked Song Xinyi's chin, no matter how obvious the indifference in her eyes was, Song Wenlu still forced her to look at her, and her voice revealed danger, "You seem to know something!" ”

"What can I know? Do you know what you're up to?! Song Xinyi asked coldly.

"Why did you paint that picture?" Song Wenlu suddenly pinched Song Xinyi's slender neck, but not very hard, he just wanted her to understand that everything he did in the past could not be criticized by anyone. Let's look for books

"Do you know what you're doing? You hurt me!! Song Xinyi punched him hard in the stomach, but unfortunately it was only her hand that hurt, and Song Wenlu's belly was as strong as a fast steel plate. However, Song Wenlu still let her go. Song Xinyi hurriedly ran to the side and looked at him vigilantly.

Song Wenlu didn't dare to look at this painting, the beauty was too realistic, just like the killings he committed.

"I asked you, why did you paint that picture?" Song Wenlu asked coldly again, if she just lied and said that she was on a whim, he would also forgive. But the disdain and coldness in her eyes were too conspicuous, as if she wanted to isolate him fiercely. Song Wenlu's figure moved slightly, and suddenly teleported in front of Song Xinyi, pinched her neck again, and forced to ask, "Have you ever had a trace of admiration for me?" ”

Song Xinyi was dumbfounded, pinching others to ask this kind of question, you might as well say: If you dare to say that you don't like me, I will strangle you!

Song Xinyi didn't dare to answer, words that were too direct were generally unacceptable, although she liked to go straight, but now she didn't dare, so she could only say, "Loved!" ”

Song Wenlu's hand suddenly loosened, as if he had heard something terrible, so much so that he forgot that Song Xinyi had just used painting to criticize his feelings. Instead, he grabbed Song Xinyi's wrist tightly, and shouted urgently like a child asking for candy from his mother, "Say it again." ”

Song Xinyi was speechless, what a lack of love this is, if you are not so beastly, there are not a lot of people who love you. What does it mean to hold her hand now. It was so naïve that it made people want to scold from the bottom of their hearts, "Loved! ”

Song Wenlu smiled and opened her easily. Just when Song Xinyi thought that the farce was about to end, Song Wenlu suddenly untied her body belt, and the whole person stuck to it, supporting her body and limbs, and fiercely locked the corner of her eating place. Song Xinyi was like a catastrophe was coming, struggling desperately, pinching and beating, but the other party was more rough and thick-faced, and she was completely unmoved.

There was only one plan, Song Xinyi suddenly raised her legs, and Song Wenlu suddenly bounced out. It's not how, Song Xinyi's move is for perverts, Song Wenlu can only bend his body and hold his buttocks at this time, and the expression on his face is extremely painful. Probably none of his children in his life had ever tasted such pain.

"Song Xinyi! You ...... "Seeing that Song Wenlu's eyes were full of killing intent. Song Xinyi didn't plan to apologize and turn around and run. Suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

"Ah!! Let Me Go !! Song Xinyi yelled anxiously, and the next second she was already thrown on the bed, making her dizzy. Song Wenlu took advantage of the situation and buckled her on the couch. The killing intent and ambition in his eyes almost swallowed Song Xinyi.

Song Wenlu of the beast completely lost his mind, and his heavy breath sprayed into Song Xinyi's ears.

"Help!! Yes!!! Before Song Xinyi could finish her call, she was blocked by Song Wenlu with her eating place. At the same time, the door was kicked open again, familiar drama feelings, different characters.

"Let her go." Cold and inviolable voice, Song Wenlu's eyes suddenly showed murderous intent, he stood up coldly, and turned his head to look at the owner of the long sword, Hu Tian.

"Hu Tian!" Song Xinyi was delighted. took advantage of Song Wenlu's inattention and ran to the side. Nineteen, who came back with Hu Tian, hugged Song Xinyi tightly. She lived up to her expectations and brought Hu Tian.

"Hu Tian?!" Song Wenlu suddenly understood.