People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

In fact, once people enter the rivers and lakes, they really have no choice, just like duckweed in the water, dead leaves in the wind, no one can guarantee that it will be good now, what will it be like in the next moment? Did you go to heaven? Or hell?

Therefore, the sunset in the rivers and lakes is extremely beautiful and brilliant, and the morning sun in the rivers and lakes is extremely delicate and moving.

Because the next time he appears, maybe he can't appreciate it, maybe he is dueling and desperately in the shadow of swords and swords, struggling, bleeding, or even running out of blood, and he is lying on the ground, motionless, and his life has been separated from his body,......。

After a long time, you will deeply understand the fleeting artistic conception of life, and how helpless and sad this deep artistic conception is.

Perhaps the rootless prodigal son in the rivers and lakes can better understand and experience the taste inside, a taste of extreme loneliness and loneliness, as well as an extremely painful and desolate taste.

The breeze is soft and the dust is blowing.

Yang Qing touched the dust on her face, turned her head and glanced at the amorous villa.

The villa has turned into smoke and fire.

Smoke billowed and fire indulged, leaning against the sky and laughing, rushing into the sky and rejoicing.

In the distance, I could smell the stench of blood burning inside, and I felt an indescribable miserable and desolate color.

The ancient road is quiet, long and old, and it is indescribably dull and boring to step on it.

The cloak in her hand trembled, and she stood as straight as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in her hand, and then turned around like a stone statue, staring at her with empty eyes.

"Do you have something to do?"

Yang Qing shook her head with a stupid smile and was silent.

Wusheng nodded, turned around like a stone statue, and walked forward like a stone statue.

There is only an ancient road ahead, an endless ancient road, as if it stretched out of hell, extremely distant, extremely quiet, disgusting, boring, and boring.

Yang Qing seems to be going crazy, this feeling of loneliness and loneliness seems to be the devil in every girl's heart, the devil who is deadly, she seems to have been tortured by the devil and is about to go crazy and collapse.

"I can't do it anymore."

Silent without life.

"You can talk to me, okay?"

Silent without life.

"You don't look ugly, if you talk about it, the girl next to you will definitely like you."

Silent without life.

"You can say more or less, anything."

Silent without life.

"You can't go on like this, how can you do it without talking, that's really not a good thing."

Speechless, already sighing.

Walking like a stone statue, he walked into the distance.

"You really can't find a wife like this, no woman will like you."

There is no life, and the sigh is longer.

Yang Qingjiao smiled, laughing as if she was a mischievous boy, teasing him with a mischievous voice.

"Don't you like women?"

Silent without life.

"You may not understand what a woman can bring to a man."

Speechless, he seemed to be completely deaf, and he couldn't stop what Yang Qing was talking about.

Yang Qing was already sighing, biting her lip with a sigh, and smiling stupidly.

"Let me tell you a little bit, women can give men a lot of benefits, really a lot of benefits."

She said it very seriously, as if Mr. Teaching was taking his students seriously, and she couldn't say anything serious and bitter.

As if she wasn't quite satisfied, she spread her arms apart and spread them apart, "I can't imagine how much good it is." ”

Silent without life.

He walked like a stone statue, his body straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking at the side like a gun.

The lonely and desolate ancient road has drifted with a ringing bell and a touch of laughter.

The bell dangles from the donkey's neck, and her smile is extremely gentle and sweet.

A donkey, a woman.

The donkey swayed slowly, and the woman sat reclining, smiling softly.

The short whip was gently raised and fell on the donkey's back, indescribably gentle and powerless.

The donkey shook its head, snorted, and continued walking, as if it could no longer stand the gentle whip of its master.

Wusheng didn't want to look at her again, staring and poking ahead like a gun.

This woman is not a delicate girl, nor is she a heroic woman, nor is she a peerless fairy, and of course she will not be a beauty who has captivated the country and the city.

Maybe the one above will be better, at least it won't lose its soul.

Her appearance is indeed easy to make a man lose his soul, as long as he is a normal man, he will easily lose his soul after looking at her eyes.

Every corner of the body seems to be full of ecstasy and charm, a kind of ecstasy and charm that can make most normal men lose their souls.

Two strands of hair hung down on his chest, tied freely with only two ribbons.

Her smile is free and uninhibited, but she has an extremely charming and seductive charm, a unique charm of a mature woman.

The laughter was swaying, her body was already shaking, every inch of her body seemed to be shaking, and with the laughter it shook softly and softly, neither fast nor slow.

His face looked indescribably delicate and weak, but with a kind of confidence and pride.

Maybe women who go to the rivers and lakes are like this, they always live with a dashing and bohemian attitude, because they have no choice, they have already been tortured by the cold-blooded and ruthless rivers and lakes, tormenting the unique temperament and human flavor in the rivers and lakes, an extremely peculiar and noble temperament and human taste.

Her eyes were now glowing, and she was searching for the lifeless body, as if she was very proud, and she seemed to be very enjoyable.

Then she stretched out her slender, white, delicate feet, and gently played with the donkey's ears, and the donkey grew tired and tired of whispering and hissing, as if enjoying and begging for mercy.

She licked her lips, and the smile on her face grew stronger.

"You're a father-in-law?"

Yang Qing glanced at it, and didn't want to look at it, there was already a look of hate in her eyes, and she hated it as much as she wanted.

In addition to hate, that is, envy, her face has been faintly pink and hot due to excessive envy.

Unconvincing was already floating in my heart, an extremely distressed disbelief, but I had to be convinced.

"Yes and what? Isn't it? ”

The woman smiled, and the ecstasy, enchanting color in her eyes became even stronger, so thick that most normal men lost their souls.

"Why are you so nervous? I didn't rob it. ”

"You ......."

"I'm just discussing with you now, not robbing."

"What are you discussing?"

The woman took out a hundred taels of silver from her bosom and handed it out.

"That's a transfer fee, how about it?"

Yang Qing didn't even look at her, there was already a look of disgust in her eyes, as much disgust as she wanted.

She was gasping for breath, gasping as she tried to hold back the anger in her heart.

"Transfer what?"

"Just give him to me, make me comfortable, and I'll pay you back tomorrow."

Yang Qing suddenly laughed again, and laughed stupidly.

"Do you know who he is?"

The woman's eyes were already ecstatic and seductively rolling on the lifeless body, and their eyes were twitching slightly.

"The body is quite strong, and it is quite strong, if you do things seriously, it shouldn't be bad, I'll give you another hundred taels, how about it?"

Yang Qing lowered her head and smiled silently.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Tell me?"

"The prodigal son of the end of the world, the willow ecstasy."

There are really not many names in the rivers and lakes that don't know this woman's name, and I don't know that there are not many stories about her.

Maybe no one knows what her original name was, and maybe even she herself has long forgotten it.

Liu Yishen smiled and touched the donkey's body, just touched it gently, as if there was nothing special, but the donkey's reaction was extremely strong and enthusiastic, and his whole body was shaking slightly.

"People in the rivers and lakes should also pay attention to the rules, they must salute first and then soldiers, don't force me to rob them."

As she spoke, her slender, white, delicate feet had stretched out, and they had fallen softly on the lifeless body, and then she touched it gently, just lightly, and there was nothing special, but the body's reaction was extremely strong and passionate, and she was already twitching and trembling violently.

The donkey under the ass was screaming and hissing, and her man was already gasping violently.

"Yes, I like it."

Yang Qing smiled stupidly, laughing so much that tears fell.

But she didn't look up, she didn't want others to see her laughing, and if you saw a mischievous boy, you would easily associate her with her.

Liu Duoqing looked at her quietly, her breath gradually flattened, and her body slowly regained its calm.

"What are you laughing at?"

She really didn't know what to laugh at, because all she usually met was crying, and no woman would laugh at this time.

Liu Duoqing saw that many women were crying desperately at this time, so much so that even their intestines seemed to be broken, and that kind of heartache and sadness should appear now.

But she was laughing, and it was really weird, it was so weird.

"I'm not laughing, I'm pitying you."

"What do you pity me?"

"Your vision is good, but it's easy to get out of luck."

"You're saying I'm going to be out of luck?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to be out of luck?"

"If you don't believe it, try it, this person's idea is better not to fight."

Liu ecstasy smiled softly and delicately.

Her smile is still so ecstatic and charming, and she can still make most normal men unable to extricate themselves and lose their charm from the charm of their souls.

She smiled and looked at the lifeless cloak, and then at the gun in her hand.

Pitch-black cloak, pitch-black gun.

There are not many such decorations in the rivers and lakes, maybe there is only one person, maybe he is not counted as a person, and it may be more appropriate to call God.

"Tell me, who is he?"

"The gun god is lifeless."

Liu's ecstatic smile suddenly condensed into ice.

The words "Gun God Wusheng" seem to have a kind of spell, a curse in hell.

Yang Qing smiled evilly and stared at Liu Ecstasy.

The spear god is lifeless as if it is a whip, and the smile on Liu Ecstasy's face has been whipped to death.

She had nothing to say, and she didn't want to say anything more, but she sighed softly, turning into a trace of regret.

"Do you want to hit him now?"

Liu was silent, already sighing, already shaking his head.

She didn't want to look at Wusheng anymore, because she saw it in vain.

Her eyes had fallen into the distance, and the sun was setting high in the distance.

The blood-red sunset was already hanging in the west, and it was bloody as if it would drip blood at any moment.