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The wind is swept up, and the fallen leaves are sluggish.

Heaven and earth are indescribably depressed and indifferent.

When a person is about to die, what is going on in his mind?

Are you thinking about facing heaven and hell soon? Faced with joy and suffering? Is it counting the glorious history of his life? Is it a reflection of the bleak experience of life? Is it the joy and pleasure given by relatives and lovers? Is it to reminisce about the resentment and hatred brought by enemies and opponents? ......。

These are not what Yang Qing thinks at this time.

She doesn't think about it so complicated, and she doesn't think about anything sacred, great, loyal, ......noble, which is simply ridiculous and funny for someone who is about to die. If she was really about to die, maybe it was the same as her thoughts at this time, her thoughts were extremely simple and prosaic.

"How do you make yourself die comfortably?"

Her thoughts at this time were so simple, so plain.

Maybe being a human being should be like this, you should live in the moment, don't think too much, thinking too much will be boring, uncomfortable, and even disgusting and disgusting.

Neither thought about the infatuation of the deadly lotus for her, nor did she think about the beloved gun god Wusheng.

She is now so simple and insipid thinking about how to be more comfortable at the moment when she dies.

Her life was like a dead leaf drifting into the fire, about to suddenly disappear.

Everything in her life was about to return to the loess, and her passions had become extremely dim and without a trace of vitality.

Without passion, without vitality, without vitality, is it not the verge of death?

There is clearly no reason to impress her, no reason to rekindle her passion.

Maybe it's not absolutely nothing, and this reason may be like water in a sponge, not completely absent.

Donghua was already laughing, laughing indescribably cheerful, crazy and satisfied, as if it was really like a sow that had just been in the nest after playing with life, ecstasy, and excitement.

The soft light in her eyes gradually flickered, flashing with an extremely cruel and ferocious pleasure.

The cold wind is blowing, and the chill is long.

The blood-red veil was already fluttering, the slender, straight, and white legs were swaying gently, the passion and smile on the face were shaking, and even the body seemed to have become slightly twitching and trembling with mysterious and strange impulses.

Then there was a stone-like person, and the stone-like man said a word.

"She's right, you are like a sow, and your cave house is like a pigsty."

This sentence is like a ferocious, cruel whip.

The smile on Donghua's face suddenly froze and froze to death, the soft light in her eyes suddenly trembled, and even the body suddenly became stiff and stiff.

"You ......."

This sentence also seems to be a reason, a reason that can make people on the verge of death burn with passion and vitality.

The pale face without a trace of vitality, without a trace of vitality, suddenly there was vitality and vitality, and there was light in the eyes, a light of great joy and joy.

Yang Qing opened her eyes and saw a person, a person with an outstretched arm.

The cloak fluttered slowly in the wind, and his body stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, staring and poking ahead like a gun.

In front of her was Donghua, and her lips were twitching and trembling.

Yang Qing fluttered slowly, and then floated into his arms.

"You ......."

As soon as her words came out, she was overwhelmed by excitement, joy, and amazement.

"Yes, I'm alive."

"How did you stay alive?"

"I'm not dead, so I'm alive."

His words were extremely direct, simple, and to the point, and he was reluctant to say a word, or even a word.

Yang Qing suddenly kissed him on the face, and then slowly gasped.

"Didn't you just duel?"

"It was a duel, but without me."

"Who's that?"

Speechless, staring and poking the hole flowers emptyly.

While one eye is staring at the head of the cave flower, the other eye is staring at the chest; While one eye is staring at the chest, the other eye is staring at the crotch.

Whoever is stared at by these eyes will not feel good.

Being stared at by these eyes, it was like being poked with a gun.

Donghua's body seemed to be aching, and the joyful, crazy, and satisfied smile on her face had stiffened and distorted.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

"Yes."

"You're a man?"

"Yes."

"You're never a pig?"

"Yes."

"Believe it or not, you're going to be a pig now."

Without saying a word, he had put Yang Qing down.

Donghua's hands fluttered, and suddenly two long sleeves appeared, two flexible and fluttering long sleeves.

The long sleeves are fluttering, and she has entangled her lifelessness, just like an amorous, lonely and impulsive girl, firmly entangled her lover, and the entanglement will not be easily released, just as the loneliness and emptiness in her eyes will not be easily satisfied.

Donghua laughed and floated into the cave room, the blood-red cave room, the blood-red made countless girls intoxicated and satisfied, and made countless lovers ecstatic and powerless.

The cold wind swept away, and the fallen leaves suddenly rolled away when they floated onto the cave room, rolling far away.

In addition to the blood red, it is tender white, and the cave flowers are laughing, laughing with indescribable excitement and passion.

Wusheng was already vomiting, as if he was going to vomit everything in his stomach.

Donghua writhed on the lifeless body, already gasping, and her pale face was faintly revealing a smear of red, so red that her soul swayed and swayed.

Wusheng gritted his teeth and was silent.

Yang Qing suddenly pounced in, "You sow, shameless ......." ”

Before she could finish her sentence, she was kicked out and floated far away.

Dong Huajiao smiled and turned around, and found that she had also been kicked out.

The smell of wine and the fragrance of women wafted in the cave room、......。

Wusheng gasped, struggled to his feet, and then stood up like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Then he broke free from the entanglement of his long sleeves and walked out like a stone statue.

Outside, the wind is blowing, and the sky and the earth are forested.

Everything seemed so dilapidated and unbearable, and the wind seemed to be a curse in hell, damning everything to decay, loneliness, and emptiness.

Cold, vicious winds, cold-blooded, merciless winds.

The wind is connected to the sky, and the sky is connected to the wind.

Everything in heaven and earth seems to have been swallowed and submerged by the wind, and everything in heaven and earth is already enduring humiliation, unwillingness, destruction and ravage.

The dilapidated door panel "squeaked" and screamed, as if it could no longer endure the destruction and ravage, and screamed and wailed.

The blood inside had dried up completely, just as the two people inside had been completely cold.

Wusheng pulled Yang Qing into the room, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, staring and poking ahead like a gun.

There was only a strong wind ahead.

The wind is blowing, and everything is sluggish.

There is no vitality in heaven and earth, there is no vitality in it.

Donghua struggled to her feet, and she didn't seem to be happy.

The wind swept by, and the chill intensified.

Strands of hair were scattered haphazardly, and the muscles on his face had stiffened, deformed, and twitched, as if they were shriveled and hard wind chickens.

The blood-red veil slapped violently against the body, and there was indescribable viciousness and resentment in his eyes.

She stared at Wusheng coldly, as if she was going to bite him to death, 10,000 times.

She gritted her teeth and walked slowly towards him.

She now seems to be a wolf who has endured hunger and fatigue for a long time, unspeakably ferocious and vicious.

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

The empty eyes have fallen into the distance.

In the distance there are still strong winds, vicious winds, sinful winds.

She stopped abruptly as she walked, and when she stopped, she stared coldly at someone.

Snow-white clothes, snow-white skin, snow-white shovels.

This person is a white-clothed pit flower.

The eyes of the pit flower seem to still have pain and sadness.

Did he dig a pit somewhere, bury innocent people alive, and then cry desperately and grieve desperately ...... himself.

He stood not far from the cave flower, hung his head, and then dug the pit carefully and seriously, his movements were not fast, but he was extremely skillful and sophisticated.

Donghua stared coldly, "What do you mean by that?" ”

The pit flower is silent.

"What are you doing digging a hole here?"

The pit flower is silent.

"Are you crazy?"

The pit flower is silent.

"Are you a flower?"

"Yes, the white pit flower."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Drama cave flowers."

Donghua sneered, "Then what are you doing here?" ”

"Dig a pit."

"And then?"

"Bury you alive."

The muscles on Donghua's face were already writhing and twitching.

"You ......."

"One monk has water to drink, two monks have no water to drink."

"You want to keep it to yourself?"

"Yes, do you have an opinion?"

Donghua gritted her teeth, her nose already gasping hard.

"You seem to be unconvinced?"

"Yes, I'll come first, and I'll be particular about first come, first served."

"Yes, you should pay attention to the first come, first come, but you are going to be buried alive by me, what else should you pay attention to?"

A smile has risen on the corner of Kenghua's mouth.

He smiled and dug gently, and then the super big pit was dug.

The pit had been dug up, and his eyes had fallen to the cave room, and he shoveled it up and put it into the pit.

He shoveled the super cave house as simply, directly and effectively as a farmer in the field scooping up cow dung, without a trace of superfluous action and without spending a trace of effort.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger, and he smiled extremely cheerfully, with great joy.

Then his eyes had touched the cave flower, and his eyes touched the hole flower as if he was shoveling with a shovel in his hand, and the shovel was mad and disgusting.

Donghua stared coldly at the pit flower, with indescribable resentment and resentment in her eyes, her hands fluttered, and suddenly two long sleeves appeared, two flexible and fluttering long sleeves.

The long sleeves fluttered, and suddenly the pit flowers were tied, and they were firmly tied, as if the husband who was full of resentment and resentment held the neck of the cheating woman, and wanted to tie him to death.

A smile has floated in Donghua's eyes, and it is also happiness, resentment, resentment, and cruel pleasure.

"How?"

Kenghua gritted her teeth and was silent.

"You seem to be unconvinced?"

The pit flower was silent, and the corners of her mouth were already dripping with blood due to excessive force.

"You seem upset?"

The pit flower was silent, staring at the cave flower with a shovel in her eyes.

stared coldly at Donghua, as if he wanted to shovel her to death.

Donghua looked at him coldly, and then kicked into the pit, digging the pit herself.

Then he laughed, mad, fierce, and nasty.

The pit flower gritted her teeth and lay in her pit, staring at her and laughing.

Staring at her and laughing, he suddenly broke in two and fell into the pit.

The wind swept up, and the blood on the blade was suddenly swept away.

The man was smiling.

"White-clothed pit flowers?"

"Yes."

"You're going to be buried alive by me."

"Yes."

"Are you wronged?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do now?"

The pit flower was silent, and her eyes were closed.

The man smiled and filled the pit with dirt.

"You died so miserably, how did you get buried alive, you must have been very wronged,......。"

When he spoke, the tears seemed to flow more than the pit flower, and the sadness and sadness on his face seemed to be more violent and professional than the pit flower.

The pit has been filled in and the man has been buried alive.

He simply rolled over and rolled on it, rolling his sorrow and pain.

The wind is blowing, and everything is sluggish.

The tears in his eyes have dried up, and the sorrow and pain in his heart have gradually subsided.

Then he walked towards the lifeless, smiling and staring at the lifeless.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

"Yes."

"You're still alive."

"Yes."

"You've seen me coming."

"Yes."

"So you're going to live."

"Why?"

"You can't die right now."

"Why?"

"Because I said it."

"Who are you?"

"Cynical waves."