And after Honeysuckle left, Zheng Chulan returned to this place, made a gesture, let the scales lie on his body well, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to touch the stone where Honeysuckle had just sitted.

"Shhh I don't know where I touched it, my finger was cut out, blood flowed out, and when I looked up, it seemed that a thick fog had dispersed in front of me, and the previous mirage naturally left, leaving only a long road to spread into the distance. I don't know how many people were buried in the garden.

"This is certainly not the place you should be." As the words landed, a muscular hand landed on the hat on his head.

"I've been here." Zheng Chulan tore off the hat on his head and knocked off his hand that did not show murderous aura.

"But you're not welcome here." The man naturally withdrew his hands and clasped them in front of his abdomen.

"I want to see her!" Zheng Chulan hung his head, but his tone revealed firmness.

"Of course you know he's not there." The man looked into the distance as if there was an endless haze.

"Isn't she there either?"

"Naturally, not there."

"Since they're all gone, why don't I take a look?" After saying that, Zheng Chulan looked up at Uncle Zhong, his eyes were clear, and he did not dodge.

"Naturally it's not good, it's not early, you should naturally go back." Uncle Zhong glanced at a certain place, reached out and lifted the back of Zheng Chulan's neck, and then let go of her hand in an instant, quickly changed and clamped her under her armpit, and shouted in a strange tone, and a man who looked exceptionally tall and strong quickly came to carry a small box like a medicine box, but when Zheng Chulan was taken away, he found that the small box seemed to expand at the moment of opening, as if it was connected to the four-dimensional space! At the same time, a green figure appeared beside him, and the scene that seemed to make him feel mistaken was that the tall man touched his head, and the demonic man was like a milk cat that had been trimmed. It seemed that the man had noticed something, and the moment he saw it, Zheng Chu's blue head ached, and he didn't know anything when it was dark in front of him, only a faint sigh in his ears,

"Of course, you're all fools."

I don't know how long it was, Zheng Chulan rubbed his temples, his body was a little cold, and he couldn't help muttering to himself when he remembered the scene just now

"Sure enough, the people who are close to the pervert are also perverts." Yuluo then touched his wet body, and leaned on the wall behind him, and he didn't know why he didn't put himself back in the room, and when he was about to walk back on his own, he heard the sound of someone talking in the room where he was put away.

"Seven years? Oh, six years and 11 months to be exact. Da-da-da. The young man knocked the folded fan on the armrest of the Taishi chair,

"Tell your lord, the man is awake." It was Uncle Zhong's voice, respectful with a hint of fear. The face under the lowered head is distorted and unwilling.

"Oh," the boy didn't seem to be in a hurry, still leisurely shaking the folding fan in his hand, and looked up after a moment

"Anything else?"

"Not yet." And these words seem to grind out from between the teeth. It was like an insect shuttling between the meridians and flesh and bones, painful and itchy, but Uncle Zhong knew that this was not an insect, but this man's strange technique, he couldn't survive, he couldn't die.

"I hate rainy days." He said something as if talking to himself, and then a human-shaped white paper seemed to fly out of the wide cuffs, slid to the middle of his palm, and in a moment there seemed to be a fire, burning the paper man completely, leaving only a pinch of fine ashes, and then he picked up the cigarette pouch with a copper rod and red jade mouth on the side, filled the ashes, lit it, took a deep breath, and then spit out a puff of smoke at Uncle Zhong, at that moment it was like a fairy casting a spell to completely envelop Uncle Zhong, But in the smoke was his gluttonous sigh, as if from all the muscles and bones of the body, and even from the soul.

"Let's go, call them all over."

"Yes." There seemed to be a hint of comfort in the voice.

"Brush!" It's the sound of the fan opening, it's cold, but I don't know when I'll meet an adult, and I don't know if he will like it, remembering how he looked at that time, his white clothes were not stained with blood, and a pair of hands as white as frost and cold as jade put away the book and pen with the surname that had just been written in the blood of the first samurai under that person, and then still maintained his previous posture, and said to the daimyo who looked fierce on the opposite side

"Your last name doesn't deserve my inclusion in the book." But when the man pulled out his knife in anger and rushed over, but with a finger of his hand, he stopped his posture, and instantly distorted his expression, and the place he lit seemed to be like ink into the water, quickly blurred, as if there was a spider from there quickly weaving a web, and the web gradually came out, and finally turned into black thorns that grew quickly from his filthy body, and then used his life to bloom a little little flower. Everything was so beautiful, I just hated that it was also a rainy day.

"My lord, they've arrived."

"Hmph." seemed to disturb his mind and made him a little unhappy,

"Rubbish." That irrepressible feeling is coming again, making yourself humble, disgusting, and bloodthirsty desires, adult, adult, will you still like it?