The petals scattered everywhere on the ground are like bitches who have been abandoned and thrown off after a night of romance with men, clumsy, ugly, shabby, disgusting, boring, and disgusting.

The lotus wheezed, groaned, struggled to get up, and fell down again, as if it was no longer working, weak, and collapsed.

He said lightly: "The battlefield iron flower really has two brushes. ”

Tiehua's cold, resentful face already had a smile, a smile of excessive pain.

He said, "Can you still get up?" ”

Lotus gritted his teeth, the cold sweat on his forehead had rolled down like a bean, he got up and fell down again.

He smiled.

Tie Hua said: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Lotus said: "Why should I stand up? ”

Tiehua gasped hard, his face contorted with excitement and anger.

He now looks like a bitch who has been fucked hard by a man all night but has been ruthlessly thrown off, angry, angry, unwilling but without catharsis, saying, "Stand up and let me kill you." ”

Lotus gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "I can do it even if I don't get up." ”

Tie Hua said: "You can't do it." ”

Lotus smiled, laughed helplessly, and said, "Are you a soft egg?" Why don't you come? But let me kill you? ”

This sentence seemed to be an invisible whip, and Tiehua's eyes were already twitching.

Tie Hua looked at the leg without a trace of flesh and blood under her body, and the pain, anger, and resentment in her eyes became even thicker, as if she wanted to bite the lotus flower piece by piece and bite it to death.

He really couldn't get past it, and he couldn't think about it even a single step.

He only glanced at the beloved horse that accompanied him from birth to death, his body twitched violently, his stomach and intestines contracted involuntarily, he suddenly fell, he fell next to his beloved horse, looking at the beating heart, liver, intestines, stomach、......, he vomited desperately,......。

Lotus said: "How is it?" ”

Tiehua gritted her teeth and said, "You ......." ”

Lotus said: "You are really a soft egg, a soft egg who can't do things." ”

Tiehua didn't speak, her eyes widened and she spit out a mouthful of blood, and she didn't move like dead flesh, and the anger and resentment on her face suddenly stiffened and died.

The lotus sighed, he sighed that a generation of famous flowers was angry to death by one or two words from himself.

Yang Qing ran over and lifted the lotus flower up.

She lifted him up, and even she didn't know where the strength came from, where the courage came from.

"He didn't move," she said. ”

The deadly lotus forced itself to nod, as if it was weak, collapsed, and collapsed, as if it would fall down at any time, and if it fell, it would be easy not to get up, lose life, lose everything.

But he still looked at her chest with bad intentions, and her chest had become violently beating up and down from excessive fear and panic, as if it would jump out and jump out at any moment.

"We're going to be fine, everything is going to be okay," she said. ”

He nodded.

She said, "Don't you fall asleep, okay?" ”

He nodded.

She said, "I'll tell you a story, okay?" ”

He nodded.

She said: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there were two little monks in the temple, telling stories, and guess what story they were telling? ”

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

I don't know how many times he listened to this story when he was a child, it was disgusting and insane, and he suddenly wanted to strangle the person who created the story alive, ten thousand times.

She said, "I knew you wouldn't have guessed, and I'll tell you." ”

He nodded.

She said: "They are talking about a mountain once upon a time, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there were two little monks in the temple, who were telling stories, and guess what story they were telling?" ”

He simply closed his eyes and shook his head.

He found that it was not false to be big-chested and brainless, this woman told stories, which was so bad that he couldn't stand it anymore.

She kept talking like this, and she didn't know that she was tired or bored, as if she didn't know that others were tired and bored.

He no longer endures the pain, but he desperately endures this story, this maddening, devastating story.

He shook his head weakly.

She said, "Isn't that nice? ”

He opened his eyes, and there was no expression in them.

She smiled and said, "As long as you don't sleep, I'll keep telling you this nice story." ”

He stared at her chest as if distressed.

A man laughed in the distance, and stopped at seven feet.

A sword, a man.

Dark eyes, sallow face.

He hugged his stomach and smiled like a shrimp, his face distorted and distorted.

"It's better for such a beautiful woman to do anything than to tell this story," he said. ”

He didn't let Yang Qing speak, "If I don't come out again, the deadly lotus in Wanhua Tower will die in your story." ”

Yang Qing said: "You ......." ”

This human: "Golden-faced Buddha flower." ”

After these four words, the golden-faced Buddha flower did not have a trace of smile on his face, staring coldly at the lotus, staring at the knife in his hand, a knife that killed him.

Yang Qing said: "You want to kill him?" ”

Buddha said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "Can you do it?" ”

Buddha Hua said: "I can do it." ”

Yang Qing said: "He's almost dead." ”

Buddha Hua said: "But he is not dead yet." ”

Yang Qing said: "You can watch him die slowly, you don't have to kill him." ”

Buddha Hua said: "I can't do it." ”

Yang Qing said: "Why? ”

Buddha Hua said: "Wanhua went out of the building for him, and he couldn't live a moment longer." ”

Yang Qing straightened her chest and looked at him and smiled.

She knows that her body can fascinate and drive most men crazy, and she also hopes that the golden-faced Buddha flower will move her heart and come into heat.

In this way the lotus flower can be saved.

She was smiling, waiting, and said, "I don't have anything to impress you." ”

As she spoke, her hands slowly slid from her slender waist to her full chest.

Her body was already trembling.

The eyes of the Buddha flower have already shone brightly.

He slapped Yang Qing aside and said, "If I kill him, I can find you." ”

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, stared at him coldly, and said, "You can't die well." ”

Buddha Hua smiled, smiling obscenously and evilly.

He smiled and drew his sword, looking at which position of the lotus body's body was more pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, there was a dull pain in his back, the pain was unbearable, and a man suddenly appeared in his mind, a person who did not look like a human being.

The smile on his face suddenly stiffened, and the hand holding the sword was trembling faintly.

He turned around and saw a man standing not far away.

A cloak, a man, a gun.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, its body straighter than the gun in his hand.

His eyes poked at the Buddha flower like a spear, as if he was going to stab him alive, 10,000 times, and to death on the earth.

The beads of sweat rolled down on the Buddha's forehead, and said, "The spear god is lifeless? ”

Wusheng said: "Golden-faced Buddha flower? ”

Buddha Hua said: "It's none of your business. ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Buddha Hua said: "You don't have to meddle. ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Buddha Hua said: "It's good for you to watch from the side." ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Buddha said: "You won't embarrass me, will you?" ”

Wusheng said: "Very good. ”

Buddha Hua said: "What does it mean to be very good?" ”

Wusheng said: "It's good that I hate you very much." ”

The heart of the Buddha flower is bitter, and the mouth is bitter.

Wusheng said: "You want to kill him?" ”

Buddha said: "Yes. ”

Wusheng said: "How are you going to kill him?" ”

Buddha Hua didn't understand and didn't speak.

Wusheng said: "Are you going to slaughter, or are you going to duel?" ”

Buddha Hua understands that dueling is to be fair, and if you want to be fair, you have to poke a bloody hole in your chest before you can kill Lotus.

So he said, "Slaughter." ”

Wusheng said: "You want to slaughter? ”

Buddha said: "Yes. ”

Wusheng said: "Very good. ”

Buddha Hua said: "What does it mean to be very good?" ”

Wusheng didn't speak, he had slowly retracted the gun, and the head of the gun was slowly dripping blood.

A hole suddenly appeared in the chest of the Buddha flower, a bloody hole, and blood suddenly came out of it.

Wusheng said: "You can go and slaughter." ”

Buddha Hua gritted her teeth, her face full of fear and resentment. "You ......." ”

Wusheng said: "You can go and slaughter him, I won't interfere, just watch from the side." ”

He kicked the Buddha Flower in front of the Lotus Flower and said, "You guys duel." ”

Lotus smiled.

Buddha Flower stabbed the sword into the lotus flower's chest, and the lotus flower gritted her teeth, pushed the knife into the Buddha flower's stomach, and stirred vigorously, like an attentive young woman stirring the rice porridge in the pot with a copper spoon.

The Buddha's dead flesh-like face still had fear, joy, and resentment.