Men with almost bloody lower bodies, like robots without souls and minds, rose from the ground.

walked up to Long Yinghua one by one and took off her belt and military uniform

While this group of men was serving her, Long Yinghua looked at the face of a man standing in front of her.

One day, she will let Yan Nanxun be like these people, obey her and serve her!

Whether it is in Jinling or Beijing, the sky is the same dark.

The cold wind howled outside, the moon was obscured by heavy clouds, and there was not a single star in sight in the sky, except for the occasional plane with flashing lights passing through the clouds.

This is the western suburb of Beijing, high-end hot spring villa area Bailong County, this villa in the development, because it is located in the famous Dragon Lake in Beijing, adjacent to Tianlang Mountain, and there are rich hot springs underground, and it has attracted the attention of the richest people in China.

However, at the time of the completion of Bailong County, wealthy people from all over the world originally planned to spend a lot of money to buy villas in Bailong County.

As a result, the developer of Bailong County issued an announcement in response:

The entire White Dragon County has been bought.

The people who can buy the entire Bailong County must not only have money, but also a monstrous trend, looking at the entire Huaguo, there are only a handful of people who can directly buy high-end real estate in the capital.

In Baelong County, there is only one villa that is inhabited.

The reason why I bought the entire Bailong County was because there were few people and it was clean.

Long Xiliang sat on a milky woolen carpet with his back against the sofa, one leg bent, his arm resting on his knees, and the other leg crossed.

He had gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and for some time, he held this position and fell asleep.

Black sideburns pressed against his fair face, and the thick, curly eyelashes cast a delicate shadow under the eyelids.

The cold light released from the computer screen in front of him plated his face with a thin layer of pale blue frost.

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he were struggling in a dream.

Countless pictures flickered in his brain like a marquee, and the memories of the past were like painting paper floating on the sea, washed in front of Long Xiliang by the tide.

His lips were pursed, the lines of his jaw were tight, and he saw the bad pictures again, sad, painful, sad.

His mother took a knife and cut him in the face.

The paper knife cut through his body, and the woman's hands were covered in his blood, and the thick blood stuck the handle of the knife and the woman's hand together.

He also saw another woman, and as the woman's face gradually changed from blurry to clear, he saw a face that was five or six points similar to Lu Xiaoyou.

The woman was dressed in a big white hexagram, and every time she came to see him, she had a folder in her hand, and she was writing something down on the paper.

"Xiliang, how are you feeling now?"

"Xiliang is really a good boy, if your grades are the first, you will be able to meet your mother."

"Xiliang, come, take a gun and shoot her in the head."

The woman handed him the gun.

He found that his hand was small, and the weight of the gun had to be held in both hands before he could lift it.

It was like the first time he killed someone when he was five years old, with a heavy machine gun.

He killed all the other people in the room, splattered with their blood.

At this time, the light in the room suddenly turned on, and he saw a tragic scene like hell on earth.

The door opened, and the woman walked in, accepting his work.

"Xiliang, you did a great job, you are my best work"