It was a calm night.

The sound of the singing strings is thin, and the osmanthus courtyard is heavy at night.

In the attic, a woman in black lazily stroked the lyre, fascinated.

She is the woman who disturbed Niu Fan's breakthrough with the sound of the piano.

According to Huang Daoyou's secret analysis and speculation, these people must have fled with their tails between their legs, because those bad guys definitely can't provoke "us", especially his Lao Huang.

But after all, she stayed.

The sound of the piano is long, clear and elegant, and there does not seem to be the slightest disharmony and frustration.

Listening to its sound and observing its shape can calm the mind and cultivate sentiment.

There is no more shut-down.

It's beautiful, it's all beautiful.

If it weren't for the two old women behind her who were slightly pompous and ruined the slightest bit of harmony, it would have been more beautiful.

It's not that the two old women are unwilling to cooperate, but the countless ruthless tortures they suffered during the day have always left a lot of indelible traces, as well as all kinds of open injuries and acne.

The old man became more and more old, and even if there were a variety of elixirs to assist in healing, he would not be able to be as good as he was after a while. Especially in the face of the instinctive nature of "love beauty", it is more and more important for them to apply to their faces to protect their faces.

This also leads to the result of being ugly for the sake of beauty.

Fortunately, this place is the private part where they have cast hidden spells, and if they are seen by a good "lustful" man who does not have long eyes, he may praise him: "Oh, Mom, I'm scared to death grandpa!"

This can't blame others for being mean, anyone who faces a shriveled walking corpse that looks like it has been sucked dry, with a miserable white mask like human skin on his face, and a red and black nail polish on his outstretched ghost claws, but he also has orchid fingers and sleeves, fluttering and dancing, and there are not many people who can have a good face and a very high evaluation.

All this can only be blamed on the strange piano, the piano horn "asks for life", and it can also take away the soul, and all these gimmicks are naturally aimed at the recipient.

And for the owner of this piano, that is, the woman in black, there is naturally a great difference. Her face is ruddy, like a spring breeze, and through the thin black veil covering her face, you can also see that she is much more youthful and charming at this moment than when she first met.

The woman in black is extremely beautiful, especially on such a calm night.

For the guilt that can make you more youthful and beautiful, a little sacrifice is not a problem. However, when her eyes inadvertently glanced at the pillow of the violin, there was a small crack in the middle of the piano, which was still quite heart-wrenching.

A song of neon clothes, feather coats fall.

The work paid off, and it ended almost perfectly.

The two old women dragged their crippled bodies and danced fairy-dances, and they were tired enough, but the natural instincts they had always trained made them have to restrain their dancing postures gorgeously.

But after all, it was after practicing a set of special exercises that was beneficial to their recovery from their injuries, and they were somewhat happy in their depression, and they couldn't help but feel their hearts rise and fall with the accelerating surging blood flow.

They ended gorgeously, and they went to stand steadily. Unexpectedly, the old woman in red armor was unstable and didn't stand still.

"Ouch", and he stumbled and made a big ugly fall.

The woman in black squinted slightly, and there seemed to be some displeasure under the black veil.

But nothing was said.

Another old woman had gone to make tea on her own.

Wait a while, and a pot of fragrant tea will be served. The woman in black didn't reach out to take it, but waved her incense sleeves and got up and walked to the window.

And the two old women also tended to follow, and when they opened their mouths to speak, they hesitated.

The bright moon moves the window, and the breeze blows the veil.

The woman in black broke the silence and said, "I know what you want to say, you want to persuade me to stop?"

The two old women glanced at each other, as if they had expected something, and they had a clear heart, just a look at each other, and everything they thought and thought had been conveyed.

The old woman in black armor bowed slightly and said, "Miss, but things have changed, I'm afraid of ......"

The old woman in black armor did not continue, because she had heard a sound of teeth clucking, and the woman in black clenched her embroidered fists, and the white slender joints "snapped" continuously.

The woman in black hates, she has always regarded herself very highly, and she has a lot of wisdom. It's just that this time she just found a weak object that couldn't be weaker, but it turned out that she was planted!

As the image of a mad woman, even if it is only once, she will never be able to bear it.

This makes her feel more unbearable than tarnishing her innocence!

The limit of hatred can be cumulative, and with the first hatred, there will be a second more hatred.

And she never wants to be a crazy woman, especially a crazy woman who only knows how to complain and does not know how to resist.

In her life, she is either not crazy, or she is completely crazy.

The woman in black's strong intellect triumphed over madness.

"What are you afraid of? don't mess with that person again!" The woman in black seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

She continued: "Besides, the secret realm of reincarnation is unpredictable, and it is difficult to meet that person. ”

The two old women were relieved again, and even said yes, and after their careful evaluation, they also felt that there was really no need to worry too much.

"There is no room for mistakes in this secret realm, as long as we can achieve our expected goals, we can have revenge! Revenge! For this, what else can we not sacrifice? Hehe, haha. After the woman in black finished speaking, she laughed lowly.

Even the two old women didn't think the atmosphere was weird, but there were some folds outlined by a smile on their white skin, and their eyes instantly glowed with hope.

But this time, the heart is a little unequal, and the old woman in red armor who lost her ugliness before is obviously much more excited than the old woman in black armor.

Tears of joy oozed from the corners of her eyes, and from the faint part of her heart, she seemed to see the free joy of anti-abuse, and couldn't help but say, "Yes!

Hope can always squeeze out their long-depleted potential, and bring them the luscious enjoyment like thirsty milk.

Even the old woman in black armor, who has always been quite steady, could not resist the trap of self-absorption, and was tempted by a string of extremely colorful fruits.

The old woman in black armor said: "If the Qinqin is opened, even if it is ...... Even if a celestial immortal descends, what is there to fear?"

Why is there such a word "laugh" in the world? Is it just to make the face feel better, or is it to feel better in the heart?

In short, they all laughed, not forced to laugh. Sometimes, however, laughing is more ugly than crying.

"The wall has ears!" someone couldn't help it, and had to cough and laugh dryly.

He had no intention of eavesdropping and peeping, but Long Lie's ears and eyes were too smart, and he was passively bearing, and his heart was actually quite broken.