He stretched out his hand and pinched Gu Qingjing's waist, a thin layer of skin stuck to the bones, and there was nothing else, but his body was raised with fine skin and tender flesh, and it was just the right amount of fat and plump.

Isn't it the little master of the Gu family, who doesn't even give him food?

Chixiao passed a layer of cloth over the outside of the sword body and walked out with his back on his back.

It's late at night, and the night street is closed, and the roadside vendors are starting to close their stalls.

Most of the people were talking about the war outside the city.

They were completely kept in the dark, thinking that the battle had been won, and that those who had not yet returned had simply been transferred to guard other towns.

"It must be like this, you see that those officials are still singing and dancing in the restaurant, how can they be in this mood if they lose the battle?"

A middle-aged woman who was bending down to wash the dishes and chopsticks said that she was squatting a young girl with a very young face.

The girl pouted, unable to listen to her mother.

"I still miss my brother and my father."

The woman wiped the water from her hands with a sackcloth, gently brushed the broken hair from her ear, and whispered, "Don't worry, they'll be fine." ”

The girl pouted stubbornly, thought for a while, and then nodded compromisedly: "Got it." ”

She reached out and took her mother's hand, and did it quickly.

Although he looked young, his movements were very smooth, and when Chi Xiao walked past her, a car happened to drive past them, and he caught a glimpse of the girl's hands that were full of chilblains and swollen.

Seeing them passing by him, he wondered, how could such hands and such a thin woman support her life in the midst of war?

He walked through the long streets and alleys, and made a detour from the darkness back to the restaurant.

At this time, the pink light at the door had been extinguished, and only a few ambiguous voices in the building remained.

[The third floor, counting from the far left, the third room.] 】

Chixiao climbed onto the roof with agility and swiftness.

This street is one of the best-preserved old streets in Yucheng, it has not been influenced by too much Western culture, and the roof is paved with layers of red tiles, he listened to the sound to determine the position of the bed, lifted the tiles under his feet, and looked down.

Sure enough, the uncle here is still playing.

The sound of ** is endless, but Chixiao's heart is getting colder and colder the more he listens.

Are these people's hearts really made of stone, so many people have died, so many people have died, so many people have died, they can't see it? Indifferent?

Sensing that his emotions were getting more and more excited, System Jun said: "Don't...... Don't be impulsive! Those women haven't left yet, they will leave in a while, this man must be married at this age, and the family doesn't know how many aunts and wives they have, they can't afford to mess with them, and they don't dare to spend the night with the guests. 】

[Wait a minute.] 】

Chixiao understood the meaning of this sentence, tightened the white Tang suit on his body, and waited patiently.

After another half an hour, the women got out of the man's bed.

It was hot, and he kicked off the thin blanket on his body, leaving only a puddle of fat to spread out on the bed.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound of some liquid falling kept ringing in his ears, and the man suddenly felt cold on his face in a haze.

"What's going on?"

He grumbled irritably and opened his eyes.

He rolled over and tried to get up, but he couldn't move because his body was overdrawn, and at this moment, he suddenly saw a cold light flash, and the sharp sword blade shot straight at his eyes!