The cool breeze is bleak, and the sky is lonely.

His life was coming to an end, and the smile on his face was indescribably weak and tired.

I could only stare at her quietly, but I was trying to enjoy it in my heart.

She didn't cry like most other women, crying like she had her intestines out.

She gently held his hand, put it on her face, and smiled gently, smiling as if she was a bride enjoying the clouds and rain in the cave room, indescribably sweet and moving.

He had made her his own.

He was the only one in everything.

There are actually a lot of bleak and tragic love between heaven and earth, but too few have been discovered.

In addition to smiling sweetly and movingly, she was still pondering, thinking of giving him more sweet and touching words before the end of his life, as if hoping that he would not drink the water of forgetfulness at the Nai He Bridge.

"You're not going to just leave," she said. ”

He nodded.

"You're not like that," she said. ”

He nodded.

She said, "You must have a lot to do with me every night from now on, but not other women." ”

He nodded.

She said, "You can't live without me anymore. ”

He nodded.

She said, "You are mine, and no one can take you away from me." ”

He nodded.

She said: "You take a break and we'll get married, okay." ”

No one could have imagined that she would suddenly say such a thing at this time, and he would never have imagined it.

There was already a light in his eyes, a dim light, a faint light, a faint lust, a feeble lust.

She forced herself to control her crying, but the tears were already slipping down.

She said, "I'm going to give you 10,000 babies, I'm in charge of feeding every day, and you're going to wash diapers every day." ”

......

His dead flesh-like eyes still had the meaning of the toil of washing diapers, the color of joy and joy.

There are only two handstands on the door of the brothel.

"Money."

It is more useful to money than to be blessed.

The owner of a brothel is not necessarily rich, but he must be talented.

As soon as she walked in, she screamed, "The man stands on the left, the woman stands on the right." ”

Everyone was looking at her, a handful of shepherd's cabbage, and then laughing, and they looked at her like a monkey performing on stage.

Her shabby, wide robe made her even more thin and short.

He had a sword at his waist, which reached to the ground.

The straw-like hair was simply tied with a strip of cloth on top of the head.

She seems to be a bad work abandoned by a drunken artist

Her expression was gloomy, evil, and debauched, and when she saw so many shameless men, she couldn't help but gasp, but her eyes became indescribably excited and hungry, she was hungry, excited, and estrus like an ugly, deformed bitch, a bitch whose whole body was faintly trembling.

No one paid attention to her, they were all laughing at her.

"Men stand on the left, women stand on the right."

They laughed even more enthusiastically, laughing at the monster, the freak.

The sword flashed.

The five women closest to her, pursed their lips and snickered, suddenly fell down like dead flesh, broken in two.

Dead.

The dead silence is like a tomb, it makes people crazy, devastated, and desperate.

Their laughter seemed to have been cut alive by the sword.

She kept knocking on the ground with her sword and said, "The man stands on the left, and the woman stands on the right." ”

They suddenly split into two sides, and no one was laughing at this, crazy freak, monster.

She grabbed a fat, tall man, and she grabbed the man as easily and easily as she grabbed a handful of shepherd's cabbage, handed him the pearl flower, and said, "You go and give this to the right."

The people in the restaurant said that I would go over as soon as I was comfortable here, and go to find them. ”

The man didn't go out on his own, he was kicked out by her.

Then she pulled out a dozen men, pointed her sword outside, and screamed, "Rest of the people, get out, get out, get away." ”

She threw them out, closed the door, and frantically pounced on the dozen men with drooling, like a hungry, excited, estrus weasel pounced on the ......hens of the chicken pen.

When outsiders saw them, they were collapsed, weak, collapsed, and without a trace of vitality, as if they were pieces of dead flesh that could only breathe, pieces of dead flesh that could not get out of bed for a year or two.

After many years, if someone asks them how the woman is, they will definitely say that the woman is not a human, but a ghost, a freak, a monster with no breasts and no ass, the muscles on her body are simply bigger than her breasts, her lust is simply higher than that of a bitche, she possesses men, enjoys men, and does not treat men as human beings, but simply treats men as her slaves, pets, .......

The lust is dead, and the breath is flat.

She felt relaxed and comfortable.

In the moonlight, she walked towards the restaurant, the dilapidated restaurant.

She looked at the restaurant from a distance, and felt that her body was being poked by a gun, and the poke was faintly painful.

Her body was already trembling.

This feeling has been cultivated by her years of hard work, and it is even stronger, more accurate, and more unmistakable than the rheumatism feeling the weather.

There was a man standing under the restaurant.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

The pitch-black cloak fluttered in the autumn wind, and his eyes were already fixed on her body.

Wusheng said: "Are you a virtuous flower? ”

"Yes." ”

Wusheng said: "Are you a woman?" ”

"Yes." ”

Wusheng said: "I don't look for women to duel. ”

Desire flower said: "I'm not going to duel with you. ”

Wusheng said: "Then what are you doing here?" ”

Desire flower said: "I'm here to kill people." ”

Wusheng said: "You want to kill me? ”

Desire Flower said: "It's not you." ”

Wusheng said: "Then who are you going to kill?" ”

Desire Flower said: "I want to kill Yang Qing." ”

When she said Yang Qing, her eyes were constantly searching, and finally saw her in the corner.

She was collapsed, broken, and trembling from pain, sorrow, and fear.

Wusheng said: "Why did you kill her?" ”

Desire Flower said: "A woman who can make the flowers in Wanhualou emotional, can't live." ”

Wusheng said: "It's that simple? ”

"Yes." ”

Wusheng said: "Who made this rule?" ”

Desire's face was moved, and she said, "What do you think?" ”

Wusheng said: "This rule is bullshit. ”

The face of the flower has been distorted and distorted by anger and resentment.

She said, "You ......." ”

Wusheng said: "You are also bullshit, you roll, hurry up, roll as far as you want." ”

She said, "You ......." ”

Wusheng said: "What do you want?" ”

She said, "I'm going to chop you up and feed it to the dogs." ”

Before she finished her words, she drew her sword and swung out seven or eight swords.

Wusheng fluttered like green smoke in the sword light.

Wusheng said: "What kind of swordsmanship are you?" ”

Desire Flower said: "This is Fusang Kendo?" ”

Wusheng said: "You say this is the way of the sword? ”

"Yes." ”

She had already wielded fifteen swords, which were the easiest moves she could use when she killed people, and no one had escaped these fifteen consecutive swords in recent years.

She stopped suddenly, just as she swung her twenty swords.

Wusheng said: "Why did you stop?" ”

She said, "I can't kill you." ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Lust said: "Why don't you kill me?" ”

Wusheng said: "I am not used to killing women. ”

Desire Hua looked at him coldly, the gloomy and resentful color in her eyes was even stronger, and said, "You are a strange person. ”

Wusheng said: "You are a woman. ”

The sword slowly sank into its sheath, her hand twitching and unsteady. said: "If you don't kill me, I will regret it." ”

Speechless, he stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

His eyes poked at her like spears, one eye staring at his face while the other was on his chest, one eye on his chest while the other was on his crotch.

Lust couldn't control herself anymore, and her body kept twitching.

Wusheng said: "Are you a Fusang woman?" ”

"Yes." ”

Wusheng said: "You should go back." ”

Desire flower said: "Go back? ”

Wusheng said: "You should have a few children, feed at home, wash diapers." ”

It was as if her stomach had been kicked, and her face had been distorted with anger, resentment, and fear.

She gritted her teeth and said nothing, but the corners of her mouth were already dripping with blood.

She had to kill Yang Qing, but she couldn't kill him, he seemed to be standing not far from her like a god, blocking, blocking.

Wusheng said: "You roll, hurry up, roll as far as you want." ”

She gasped, drew her sword, and in a flash of light, it sank into her chest, and then fell like dead flesh, motionless.

There was still resentment, anger, and unwillingness on his dead flesh-like face.

Wusheng sighed and said nothing.

Yang Qing said: "Why are you helping me?" ”

Wusheng said: "I didn't help you. ”

Yang Qing said: "You stop her from killing me?" ”

Wusheng said: "I didn't stop her from killing you. ”

Yang Qing said: "But she was forced to death by you." ”

Wusheng said: "I didn't force her to die, she committed suicide, and I didn't ask her to die." ”

Yang Qing said, "Can you help me?" ”

Wusheng said: "Why should I help you? ”

Yang Qing said: "Is there anything on me that impresses you?" ”

In order to live, a woman sometimes does things that even feel very uncivilized, sometimes things in the world are like this, and sometimes men are not like this?

Silent without life.

There was clearly nothing about her that impressed him.

There are very few things in the world that can move him, and he really seems to be a god who is not interested in all things, women, money, jewelry...... Not interested, nor too lazy to be interested

。

But if you want to impress a person, you have to start with what he wants, in fact, this is not only simple, but also very direct.