Disgusted with the anger in his heart, he gradually raised his shrugging head slowly, his hand was slightly loose, and suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness after suddenly relaxing the tension, as if all his strength had been drained, "I don't like it!" Yuan Xiaoyu's attitude is disgusted and disliked, "Your attitude?" There was simply no friendliness at all.

No, joy, joy, you, of, state, degree,

Yuan Xiaoyu indifferently put down the red rope in his hand, his smile faded, and suddenly turned to Hu Pilan by the window on the opposite side, watering very carefully, "But, do you like his story?" After a pause, the sprinkler pump was pulled, and the water mist also stopped.

"Murder? I'm not good at it, I know how to tell stories!" Yuan Xiaoyu picked up the scissors next to her and loosened the soil of Tiger Pilan, her red and swollen fingertips were lightly smeared with mud, and she lowered her head and smiled.

The disgust kept himself smiling, the left thumb around the right thumb, the pain hit, and the disgusted head finally cleared up a little, "Tell me something interesting!" The disgusted eyes turned his head, looking at the landscape painting on the wall, the people in it were thinner than Huanghua, and there was a little emotional mist in his eyes: "Without passion, will killing people be happy?"

Yuan Xiaoyu stopped moving, laughing very unreally, she shook the ashes on her hands, "I don't mind if you're sad!"

"So what do you want to hear?" Yuan Xiaoyu said.

"What is the use of "List of Seven Boudoir Killers" in Nangong?" Disgusted with being outside, her eyes went straight in, and Yuan Xiaoyu's back was as unreal and confused as her laughter.

"It's useless to him." Yuan Xiaoyu's eyes were a little laughing, "He is the killer inside!" What do you think he's interested in the people inside?"

"Or maybe he doesn't want you to know, or maybe he doesn't want you to know who he is?"

For the thunderous news, she felt that she could bear it, and the coldness around her forced her to not know what to do.

Nangong Tilt is his brother's killer? He hated his brother for controlling his life and then killing him?

So what's the point of your own revenge?

In her disgusted thoughts, she heard the little milk cat's 'meow', and the tingling sensation rushed from the base of her neck to her head, "Uh!" Her eyes were black.

The little milk cat left Nangong Tian's sleeves and rushed indoors, Nangong Tian quietly opened his long legs and walked in slowly, at this time, he faded away from the cuteness and arrogance just now, supported his disgusted waist with his hand, and hugged his disgusted waist by his side.

The disgusted with his eyes slightly closed, his brows were tightly locked, after all, this kind of holding posture was not so good, the disgusted head was in the space, and Nangong Tian's arm was not soft at all, but very hard.

The head is a little congested!

"For your sake, I didn't tell her that much!" Yuan Xiaoyu had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes were plain, like bread and jam.

"Are you leaving? Maybe she won't hate you in the future, and that's not bad. Yuan Xiaoyu looked at Nangong Qian and looked at him, but Nangong Tian didn't look at Yuan Xiaoyu all the time, and left with disgust.

"What you said just now, whether it is true or not, I can ignore it, provided that I know that the price of instigating her is death."

"Isn't this more terrible now than death?" Yuan Xiaoyu smiled nonchalantly, pulled the wrist that was half a meter away from the ground, tied the red rope to it, picked up the end of the five fingers, the back of the smooth hand, and put it on Nangong Tian's hand: "I understand, but he doesn't understand, and he doesn't care about understanding, it's better to let her know your hardships, even if it's the first half of the matter, it's not bad!"

"I think you did it on purpose!" Nangong tilted his head and looked at his disgusted hand, which was not only smooth but also slippery and very soft.

"Li Xiaoxiao hurt that child, as a killer in the list, it is inconvenient to do it, she came to me, with your secret, she went to be the killer, I am very happy. And after all, she is still an outsider, and you, what a failure, to make a little woman hold such a grudge. ”

Nangong raised his eyes suddenly, and the residual heat on his disgusted little hands teased the softness of Nangong's heart: "It was actually joked." He felt the warmth and hugged her body tightly: "It doesn't matter if she remembers a grudge or not, as long as she doesn't blame herself, but you hurt me and do good things, it's really unforgivable!"

"It's really terrible, but it is clearly stipulated that the killer who ranks more than himself cannot decide the life or death of the other party, I am very sorry for making you hold back your anger."

Nangong Jun added a little smile to his face, but secretly mocked her with a little smugness, "And a killer of the same status, you can't take their lives, according to this, aren't you an enemy who stares dryly, and you can't even speak, just like a crow is holding a fat in its mouth and being taken away by a fox." ”

Yuan Xiaoyu's face was full of surprise, but with some hypocrisy: "Your Highness the garbage, don't like that woman anymore." That's my only warning.

"Qiu, I can help you get revenge, whether you know it or not, it's the same for me, you, you can't put this shackle on her, no one can, do you think I have to abide by that rule?"

Yuan Xiaoyu's red and swollen fingers lightly lifted his hair and hooked it into a bend, "Okay, I'll wait and see, in return, I won't mention anything about you to her!"

"But, you're crazy." Nangong Tian's god-like brain circuit is really enough to make people wonder.