Just now the blonde beauty squinted at him from the corner of her eye, and the fat monkey's soul was lifted to the sky by the charm of this eye, and now the man also squinted at him, but the fat monkey felt that a wave of anger in his chest and abdomen was provoked by this glance, and he was thinking about whether to beat this ghost guy first to get angry, or to scold him for the sake of the face of the beauty he knew?

The man stared at the blonde beauty and asked again, "Cledia?!" ”

The blonde beauty trembled, slowly stood up, showed a sad smile to the fat monkey, and whispered: "My Chinese name is Xiran." ”

With her head down, she followed behind the tall lanky man, and the two of them crossed the dance floor, looking like they were about to go out.

The fat monkey suddenly felt dizzy and his mind was much clearer, but his mind was still full of the sad smile of the blonde beauty when she left.

He seemed to realize something, hesitated, gritted his teeth, and quickly made a decision, threw a few large bills on the table, and hurriedly chased after them.

In just a few moments, the two of them had walked out of the bar door and melted into the dark night outside.

When the fat monkey chased out, the two had just reached the end of the long street, and the two figures, one tall and one short, blended perfectly with the night, looking as if they were born to be the masters of the night.

The fat monkey chased after him quickly and shouted, "Xiran? ”

When the woman heard his shout, she stopped and whispered a few words to the tall and thin man, who sneered and swept his gaze like lightning over the fat monkey.

When he saw the bracelet on the fat monkey's hand, he showed a look of surprise, then sneered and nodded slightly, and whispered to Xiran: "Cledia, you have to understand......"

Xiran didn't dare to raise his head under his fierce gaze, just nodded slightly, and his voice was inaudible: "Yes, Chris, I understand, I will try." ”

The tall, lanky man strode away and disappeared into the alley at the end of the long street.

The fat monkey panted and ran to Xiran's side, looked at her miserable white face in the moonlight, and asked in a hurried low voice, "Xiran, are you okay?" He didn't do anything to you, did he? ”

Xiran's face was pale, but he smiled at the fat monkey, and in the moonlight, this smile was like an epiphany: "It's nothing, he is my relative." By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is? ”

"This, my name is Hou Wei, the surname Hou Hou, the majestic Wei. It's much worse than the name Xiran, how poetic your name is! ”

"Yes, is it a bustling feeling for a girl to look up and enjoy the sunshine in the bright sun of early summer?"

Looking at the smiling face of the woman next to him who suddenly became much more innocent in the moonlight, the fat monkey smiled and nodded, but sighed heavily in his heart.

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Surrounded by mountains and green waters, next to the old mill, a black-covered crow rests on a dead vine and old tree.

Stone steps polished by footboards, mossy wooden walls and black tiles, skinny dogs, dirty children, and the creaking of huge waterwheels that rise abruptly from the ground of the great river valley.

Someone shouted in the paddy fields, the cowbells faded away, and in the distant col, a tiger with smooth fur probed its head into the village and retracted into the col.

The sun set the last rays, and reluctantly got into the forest in the distance, and the sky suddenly became dark and the wind rose.

As if waiting for this moment, in the middle of the village, a roaring bonfire burst into flames, sparks flew in the sky, and trees swaying in the wind cast black, fang-and-claw shadows on the ground under the reflection of the bonfire.

In the middle of the village, there is a large clearing with a half-withered and half-glorious locust tree.

The eastern branches of the locust tree were thriving and verdant, and grew extremely luxuriantly, while the western branches were as dry as in the middle of winter, and the branches were dry and without a single leaf shivering in the wind.

There were two people tied to the tree.

On the east side was a woman.

Tall, wheat-colored and pretty, eyebrows and eyes with a little wildness, the body muscles bound by ropes are strong and toned, and what is incongruous with this toned figure is that her lower abdomen is bulging and her belly is large.

The strange thing is that she was tied to a tree like this, but there was no trace of fear on her face, only a deep sadness. The woman desperately turned her head to see the man tied to the other side, but the rope was too strong to be tied to any avail.

The man tied to the side of the dead tree was a stiff man, but his face was gray, and he was trembling, and he stared at all the people around the tree with a mixture of horror and sorrow, and his throat gurgled but he could not speak.

It was obviously a hot summer, but there was a cold wind blowing, and the bonfire was blown to flicker, reflecting the faces of the people around the tree, and an old woman standing in the front had a gloomy face, with a gloomy expression on her face, as if someone owed her a huge sum of money, and she wanted to eat people.

The people in the stockade almost came out, and stood around the trees, but they were strangely silent, not even the sound of insects and birds.

In the silence, a bright moon slowly rose.

There was an uneasy commotion in the crowd.

Noticing the rising of the moon, the woman tied to the tree suddenly changed her face and began to cry in a low voice. The man who was tied with her back heard her cry and looked up at the moon, trembling and his teeth clucking. Suddenly there was a commotion. The stench came, and his trouser leg was already wet, and it looked like he was incontinent.

The old woman sighed, turned to the woman and whispered, "Yuncai, are you worth it for such a man who is not even as good as an animal?" ”

The woman called Yuncai bit her lower lip tightly, but she didn't say a word, and her stubborn gaze seemed to be about to erupt into fire.

A streak of red blood ran from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto the hem of her white garment—she bit her own lip.

The old woman sighed, wiped the blood from the woman's mouth with her dirty sleeves, turned back to the other side, and stared coldly at the man tied to the tree.

The man suddenly cried.

He hissed and cried, muttering that he would never dare again, that he would never have a different heart again, and begged the old woman to let him go.

The old woman just stared at him, but didn't say a word.

Several men walked over, nailed a sharp wooden stake to the ground, and then carried a bucket, in which the blood of some animal was in it, and the smell of blood emanated from the wind.

The old woman only glanced at it, then frowned and whispered, "Who did it?" How can there be one less? ”

A man replied in a low voice: "I can't get it together for a while......"

The old woman raised her head, her eyes swept around like electricity, and suddenly pointed to a tree and said, "That cat! ”