The sun hangs low, but there is no trace of heat, which is disgusting and tiresome.

Everything seemed extremely quiet, even the cold wind drifting on the bones seemed extremely quiet, and there was not a single sound.

When they came out, they glanced at Wen Tianzong, and their faces became like a terrible ghost quietly freezing to death in the harsh winter.

The cold wind was fluttering, and the hair on the bones was fluttering.

Blood was still flowing from the blood hole in the brain melon, and wisps of white hair were slowly flowing out.

His eyes were almost bulging, almost falling out, almost falling out of sight.

Half white, half black, slowly swaying, swaying, floating on the blood, swaying.

The blood flowed slowly, as if it was not in a hurry, and the blood in the nose, ears, and mouth was no faster than the eye sockets,......。

Everyone looked at the hole in the cover of the brain, slowly flowing and repeatedly white.

They are all people in the rivers and lakes, they are all people who lick blood with knives, and they are also people who eat people, but some of them can't help but fall to the ground.

Cold, hard, cold earth, desperate, crazy, ferocious vomiting.

The wisps of white hair didn't seem to come out of the skull, as if they were flowing from the eerie, weird, mysterious hell.

It went on and on, and it became extremely slow, very slow.

The chill between heaven and earth has gradually become thicker, and it has gradually become unbearable and impossible to face.

A dead leaf parted from the branch, quietly falling to the ground, and suddenly it was dyed red.

They have all seen dead people, and they have seen the worst deaths, but the deaths in their memories are so cute compared to this one.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Is this swordsmanship murderous?

Who is this man? Why are you so murderous? It was as if he wanted to kill not only the body alive, but also the soul and spirit, and then flow out.

A man came from afar, dressed in an official uniform and holding a knife in his hand.

There was a smile in the eyes, a warm, gentle smile.

The shackles in his hands clanged, and the icy cold wind blew in the distance, as if it was a signal that the black and white impermanence of hell invited the dead.

Gentle smile, cold shackles.

He walked over slowly, and slowly waved the shackles, and the shackles suddenly cuffed the bones.

The hand pulled, pulled, and turned, and the bones were already in his back.

So he walked away and went into the house, not wanting to look at these people, who seemed to be ugly and bad.

He put the bones on the bones and shook his arms, as if he was tired, and he was panting for breath, as if he was really tired.

More than a dozen big men have surrounded him, "Who are you?" ”

The man didn't look at them, but shook his arm, and the shackles were suddenly in his hands.

The smile on his face fluttered, and the shackles in his hands swayed.

"Catch the door and catch the three reds?"

The man stood up, threw the shackles in his hand on the table, and clapped his hands.

"You're a red face?"

Hongyan stared at them, a smile already on his face, and nodded with a smile.

No matter who is in the rivers and lakes, he has done some things that are not very bright, and he is more or less illegal, as long as he violates the law, he has the right to arrest people, and he also has the ability to arrest people.

He catches people as easily, as easily, and as happily as a weasel catches chickens.

Now he seems to be happy.

When he is happy, others are unhappy, and everyone else is sad.

They seemed to be sad, their hands were a little stiff, and some of them had gradually left here, and gradually retreated, retreating out the door.

I don't want to deal with this shackled red face, and if you deal with this shackled red face, you can easily go to jail, and he likes to let others do it as long as he wants.

He wasn't a good guy, he was really crazy, he was crazy, but no one wanted to say he was a bad guy.

No one here said that he had gently touched the shackles and was already sighing.

The red-faced man is already sighing.

What is he sighing about? For what uncomfortable thing to sigh about?

No one understands this kind of thing.

The shackles had suddenly floated up and floated out of the house, and a man was suddenly handcuffed, and his body could no longer move.

The corners of his mouth were already twitching, "I'm leaving, more than a dozen sows in my family are going down." ”

Hongyan covered her stomach and laughed, laughed and beckoned to the man, and then the man floated over.

Hongyan slapped him on the ass, and then the man was already dizzy.

He laughed and said what were you looking at? "What's bad in prison? Why don't you go? ”

One gritted his teeth, the knife in his hand was waved, and the knife flashed.

Swinging a knife at such a close distance, few people can dodge it, and very few people can resist this knife.

The knife was sudden, swift, and no one should have been able to dodge it.

But Hongyan had suddenly turned around, and when he turned around, he suddenly made a move.

The sword flashed, and then disappeared suddenly.

Hongyan had an extra half-truncated knife in his hand.

The broken knife "ding" landed, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and when there was no smile, it was when he was very angry.

He seemed to be angry, "Don't be ignorant, isn't it shameless to do it like this." ”

When he said this, it was like Lao Tzu teaching a child.

The man gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, and his eyes were shaking.

He wanted to say that he would rather be shameless than become a shackled face or a prison cell.

But his mouth trembled terribly.

Hongyan stared at him, gradually ceasing to be angry.

"Do you want to say you don't want to go to the cell?"

The man was already nodding.

"Don't you really want to say that you didn't break the law?"

The man nodded.

"Do you want to say that there are a lot of bullshit and nagging things at home waiting for you to go back?"

The man nodded.

The man seemed to only nod his head, not shake his head.

Hongyan nodded, as if she understood. "But there are no prisoners in our cell, and what is a cell without prisoners called?"

This person is really crazy, he is very crazy, he likes to let people go to prison, and he thinks about the cell.

The cell is too deserted, as if it is not very good, and it is not good for him.

He looked at the man, "I won't treat you badly, as long as you go to jail well, I will treat you very well." ”

The man was already gritting his teeth, and the muscles in his face were twitching.

"Are you insane?"

Hongyan sighed, but nodded.

He actually admitted that maybe he was crazy and knew about it, but he couldn't change it.

Seeing no one in prison, he seemed to be unhappy and unhappy in his heart.

Therefore, many people do not go to prison because they have done something illegal, but because they are unclear and confused.

Hongyan looked at the people in prison one by one, as if looking at the pigs in the pigsty, the ripe dealer in the field, and the indescribable joy and joy.

"It's not a bad place in the prison, there is food and shelter, and there is a wide wooden pen,......。"

No one wants to hear this, these boring, uninteresting words.

"As long as you go to jail, no one will bully you, and that's not very wrong." He was very serious and practical. "It's good that no enemies will come to you."

Hongyan spoke to them, as if he was telling his joy to his confidante.