The sky is dark, the world is turned upside down, the waves are turbulent, Xiao Ziyi doesn't know how to describe her current emotions, shame, anger, intoxication, and a feeling she has never felt before. The arms are so thick, firmly gripping her slender body, the lips are so domineering, skimming the thin lips, the reckless tongue smashes the honey core, and the thick palms roam around, bringing up the folds of the clothes.

The hiss, the sound of clothes cracking, and a cool breeze on her chest, suddenly sobered her up, struggling to beat her thick chest with both hands, and kicking her legs everywhere to no avail.

"Woman, you have committed a taboo that you should not have committed, enjoy. The deep voice sounded in her ears like Shura from hell, her hands were torn faster, and the cool breeze swept through the clearing, which was a lost "home".

His expression is no longer gentle, his expression is no longer honest, and his smile is no longer humble. The timid, humble and gentle character of the past is no more. What appeared in front of her was Shura from hell.

He has no affection, no love, no tenderness, only domineering, no supplication, no demand, no pity, only destruction.

Legend has it that there are two sides to human nature, and people have been suppressing the other side of themselves. But at a certain moment, when the repressed side can be released, the destructive power will be endless.

But he is not the repressed side, nor is he the original side. This side, it is not yet known where it came from, how it came from, how and how......

Someone once came up with a topic, facing a demon, when you are cornered, give you three choices, many people make the choice is to be a slave of the devil, thinking that they will make a comeback, lie down and taste the guts, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu, a wise choice......

However, Xiao Ziyi is not facing a demon, it is Shura, the demon has affection, has trade-offs, can strategize, can do things, but Shura cannot. Shura, without affection, without **, or in itself is **-devastation.

The rich family assets of the country, the exquisite and transparent appearance, and the wonderful mind of the nine tricks. None of them were enough to salvage the defeat at this time. Perhaps, the proud daughter of the sky, she really shouldn't come to the world, she shouldn't provoke the Shura in the world, maybe, there is no maybe, only now......

Disappointment, helplessness, remorse, resentment, in the end, all I can have is the tears of grievance, faintly across the cheeks, over the nose, dripping on the lips, salty penetrated into the two tongues intertwined, astringent into the heart, so be it, she thought faintly, give up......

Leisurely, his mouth parted in an instant, his arms were no longer thick, Shura's face was full of pain, his helpless expression appeared in his eyes, his hands beat his chest in pain, and he staggered back to the corner of the wall, hiding in the darkness.

She escaped the catastrophe and opened her eyes blankly, without joy or loss, looking at the night emptily, panting for the night wind, all this, how could this be......

Perhaps, Shura has no emotion, but also has a heart, maybe, Shura has **, and will also have a sense of taste, salty, bitter, in his place, there will be a little different reaction. Or perhaps, the other side is not Shura, then, who knows what he is?

There was a low roar in the darkness, like a tiger roaring and a dragon's roar, gradually like a raging wind, slowly low, low, disappearing into the breeze, silently, all that remained was the sound of the night wind.

She was still standing there, not running and shouting for her life, maybe the streets were too remote, she didn't care that she was exposed, the night was low and gloomy, there were few pedestrians, maybe she didn't think anyone could see it, she didn't swing her stiff body, just stood like that.

Strangely, there was no hatred in her eyes, and there was no pity for this beast that had almost destroyed her life, and there was no pity for the man in the night who had suffered the most suffering in the world and howled in a low voice. Confused, no, or empty, she seemed to be looking at everything, and seemed to be indifferent.

There were no tears in her eyes, no light, there was fog, and the fog shrouded her eyes, maybe it was not her eyes, but it only blocked the eyes of others from seeing through her, and she stood silently, "looking" at the man in the night.

Time is not like an arrow, and the water is long. It's not torment, it's not waiting, it's just quiet, quiet, everything is quiet, she has been "quiet", he, slowly, also "quiet", all quiet, time can't bear to disturb Jing, slowly detour, quietly flowing past them, quietly running to the dawn, perhaps, there will never be a dawn.

Gradually, the shadow in the dark night moved, staggered to his feet, slowly swung his arms, and slowly walked out of the night, and came to the light, which was not light, but just a figure standing in the place of "light".

The eyes, finally looking at each other, the painful eyes disappeared, replaced by infinite regret, empty eyes, the fog slowly dispersed, without any expression, staring coldly at "him" (eyes), cold, she also slowly twisted her body, squeaked, and then quiet.

Silently looking at each other, there was not a word, maybe they didn't know what to say, maybe what they said was useless, or perhaps, it was still quiet, only quiet, and other things might be able to detour like time, hope, maybe that's it.

In the silence, he lowered his gaze, no longer looked at "her" (eyes), his legs slowly bent down, there was no sound, nothing else happened, just like that, his knees touched the ground, but his head did not bow down, his palms did not follow the touch of the floor, his eyes still looked at her silently.

She didn't move, her eyes didn't move, she still looked at where she had looked, as if there was still a pair of eyes looking at her. She didn't reach out to help her up, nor did she care that his gaze would see the pink, pink, still standing like this, standing......

Perhaps, there are too many roads to rush in time, or perhaps, it no longer wants to walk quietly, leaving traces of geese, leaving sounds, and it does not want to be ignored by "people" anymore, and does not want to run quietly anymore.

So, a heavy coat was draped over her, and a pair of gentle and agile hands quickly buttoned up and arranged the collar. Like the mother's embrace, it slowly fell into the warm "harbor". The crystal palm caressed her face, gently wiped away the remaining tears, and lightly sorted her messy hair.

In the dark night, he didn't want to stay any longer, countless rays of light flashed, shooting messily on his head, the noise sounded, "Jing" also left, and countless cold "cylinders" pressed against his forehead, head, and waist. He silently raised his hands, and the cold breath came again.

Then, a familiar voice said coldly, "You've been arrested!" ......