"Well, that old slave went to the courtyard of the sixth lady to remind those cheap hooves to be careful, but don't let this rain fall there." Mrs. Dong said with a flattering smile: "Now that the master is not in the mansion, those people's empty energy is even more rampant, so we must be more cautious." ”

Shangguan Qiu's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Mother Dong doesn't have to worry about it, Xian'er, Mrs. Ben has already prepared." ”

"Yes, ma'am."

"Hehe, it's not too early tonight, let those two little maids come in and serve, Mother Dong, you're tired for a day, so go down and rest."

"Mrs. Xie is compassionate, and the old slave will retire first."

"Go ahead."

Seeing Mrs. Dong's figure disappear at the gate of the courtyard, Shangguan Qiu smiled on his face. Turning around, a black figure had already appeared behind him.

His eyes froze, and his red lips immediately hooked up a flattering smile: "Why are you only here now?" ”

As he spoke, Shangguan Qiu's slender hand took the hand of the man in black. The movements are skilful and natural, as if they had been done hundreds of times.

"Hehe, I haven't been here for a few days, you miss me like this, I thought you only had Shui Xuanyi in your eyes?" The man's low voice suddenly sounded, and there was an evil aura in his words.

"Hmph, don't mention him, you men are not good things, you only remember the newcomer laughing, how can you remember the old man crying." Shangguan Qiu couldn't help but snort softly, and the eyes hidden in the man's arms suddenly flashed with hatred.

"Tonight, though, ......"

"Tonight, even if the water dyeing painting is winged, it can't fly out of the net I laid down, now you don't have to worry about anything, just rest assured." As the man spoke, he pulled Shangguan Qiu and strode in the direction of the couch.

As the night deepened, the darkness opened its bloody jaws as if it were about to devour everything.

A strong smell of blood kept wafting out of the alley, who would have thought that the person wielding the knife of death and harvesting life would be the cowardly fifth lady of the Prime Minister's house.

The woman's eyes were scarlet, and in her opinion, there was only a blood-colored world in front of her, and in addition to killing, it was still killing. A column of blood erupted, splashing all over the woman's face, and the warm liquid dripped down the woman's cheeks, which had long been unrecognizable. It's terrifying like a hellish Shura.

The man in black kept catching up, dead for a while, and surging up again, gradually, the woman's movements gradually slowed down, and as time passed, she was a little unable to even move her fingers, but she was still inertial and tactful sword flowers. She couldn't die, because a voice in her head kept telling her that if she got out, that person was waiting for her ahead.

The man who was so poetic, the man who was indifferent and ruthless, the man she loved so much, she didn't want to and didn't want to, and she took his love for him in this life to the next life.

When she was in a trance, a strange fragrance suddenly floated from the tip of her nose, and the dyeing painting was suddenly weak, her eyelids were heavy, and the exhaustion that she had suppressed was overwhelming at her at this moment. The sword in his hand could no longer be held in his hand, and the sound of 'clang' sounded in this silent and bloody dark night, which was inexplicably terrifying.

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