The sky is long, and the earth is lonely.

The cold wind was blowing, and the dead leaves on the ground were rolling up and falling, undulating and rolling.

The starlight is as dim as a remnant dream, and the dream of failure is also her dream.

Cruel, icy dreams.

The bones of the corpse gradually stiffened, and the cheeks of the cold and noble were distorted and deformed.

The cold wind howled past, as if it had taken her soul and body to the horizon.

The cold moon hangs low in the sky.

The cold, hazy moonlight shone down her throat.

The hair looked indescribably ecstatic and seductive, and a dart appeared in the throat.

Ecstasy.

There is only one weapon in heaven and on earth that can be so ecstatic, and there is only ecstasy, a distraught death.

Nothing else.

The light has dimmed, and the pink ribbon is still writhing, as if it is a girl in an amorous and lonely situation, writhing with the passionate, fierce loneliness and loneliness in her heart.

The dart has appeared, and the ecstasy has come out.

What about the willow ecstasy?

She was gone, nowhere to be seen.

There are only ecstasy darts, no one.

The cold wind is fluttering, and the dead leaves are floating and falling, which seems indescribably cruel and indifferent.

Not far away stood a woman, a woman carrying two lanterns.

She didn't have ecstasy, but she was tormented by ecstasy and was about to go crazy and collapse, and every corner of her body seemed to be gradually out of control, and gradually collapsed.

She watched with her own eyes that every knife went down, almost cutting the lifeless body, but not every knife was cut.

It seems to be cut, but it is not.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone-like body did not speak or move.

The hand didn't move, and the gun in the hand didn't move.

Empty eyes were already staring at the girl, the girl standing.

When one eye poked her face, the other poked her chest; When one eye poked her chest, the other poked her crotch.

No matter who is stared at like this, it will not be comfortable, and being stared at by these eyes is like being poked by a gun.

The girl was gradually wheezing, gradually becoming unstable, and her body was gradually twitching.

It was as if she was going crazy and breaking down.

The lantern in her hand was suddenly dropped, and she flipped over in the air, up and down, and had floated into the distance, to the sky.

It was as if she had come from the edge of the sky, from the distant heavenly pool.

The two of them seem to be saints in Tianchi, who can't stand the lonely and boring life for a long time, and run away without permission, catching game to satisfy the loneliness and emptiness of their hearts.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, already sighing.

She picked up the bones and floated up like a light smoke, drifting into the distance, floating towards the heavenly pool.

No one escapes his pursuit, and she is no exception.

The forest is forested, and the earth is long.

Wusheng didn't chase her, and he didn't want to catch her, but when he caught up, it became boring.

He didn't like that.

The girl had always had some distance from him, a very steady distance, and she had used all the strength in her body to float forward, but she could not shake him off.

This god who is not a human seems to be a ghost, a ghost who will kill her at any time.

She had found that she could not escape no matter what, and she had found that she was gradually becoming weaker, but she still did not give up running.

The slender, white legs ran in the night, and the heart in the stomach seemed to be broken.

The rosewood chair was covered with a piece of fur, and the fur on the fur was extremely soft, soft as a lover's eyes, like water in a footbasin, warm, affectionate and understanding.

The fire on the side of the footbasin was blazing, just like his body, just as vigorous and energetic.

The windows are open, and the cold wind wafts in and turns into a spring breeze, which is intoxicating.

He didn't do anything, he was already drinking wine and eating vegetables, and when the water in the basin was cold, someone would add it.

His hands were busy right now, busy with the fire.

Seven or eight delicate girls with delicate faces and sweet expressions surrounded him, holding all kinds of wine and all kinds of dishes in their hands.

They surrounded him, like industrious butterflies, butterflies fluttering, and the happiness in his eyes fluttered.

Everyone seemed happy and content.

Because he is now comfortable, happy, not angry, not angry.

When he is comfortable, he is like a child, a nursing child; When you are happy, you are like an amorous girl, a girl who is in heat; When you are angry, you are like a ghost, a ghost who does all kinds of evil; When he was angry, no one had seen it, and he who had seen it was no longer called.

The legends may not be very accurate, but they are not completely unreasonable.

More treacherous than the hero, more righteous than the hero.

It's cute, it's kind, it's evil, it's vicious,......。

There may be only such a person in the rivers and lakes, but fortunately there is only such a person.

This person is the reckless man of the rivers and lakes, the reckless male.

This person may not be good-looking, but sometimes he will be good-looking.

Now is the time to sit and eat.

His eyes had fallen out of the window, and the cold, hazy moonlight looked lovely to him.

He seems to be drunk, as long as he is drunk, he is like an amorous girl, an amorous and estrus girl, indescribably kind and gentle.

Everyone was waiting for him to become a girlish amorous, so amorous that everyone was happy and happy.

This moment is clearly near.

Everyone is looking forward to this moment because they are really looking forward to it, they need it and they love it.

Every time they become the amorous of girls, they will get a lot of stimulation and pleasure, maybe they are tired and weak, but they are very comfortable and very happy tired.

The wine in their hands has gradually become more and more diligent, but the food in their hands is far away.

Now all that surrounds him is wine, not soju, or wine, as well as rice wine, and some blood-red wine, which is brewed with all kinds of animal blood, maybe this is not some animal blood, maybe it is human blood, people with this status, the understanding and requirements of wine are not what ordinary people want.

This is his life, and his life is heaven.

But sometimes it turns into hell, a hell full of ghosts.

There are many ghosts in hell, and there is only one here, and the ghosts only torture people, and can't do anything else, but he is different.

In addition to torturing people, he didn't seem to think of them as human beings, and he didn't need them to treat him as human beings.

While he tortured them, he also asked them to torture themselves, torture themselves hard, torture their bodies and souls desperately, until their bodies and souls were really tired, really powerless, and really satisfied, and he would let them go.

When they regained their freedom, it was like a wild ghost from the eighteen layers of hell descending on the earth, escaping a very miserable and miserable torture.

When others saw them, they thought they were not human, they were ghosts, wild ghosts who had escaped from hell.

Some of them couldn't bear the hellish torture and gradually left quietly.

There is only one place for them to leave, and only one place to go, and that is the real hell, whether they live or not? Or die? They have formed an indissoluble bond with hell.

Life is hell, death is hell.

Living people may have concerns in their hearts, concerned about his girlish affection, girlish enthusiasm, kindness, and gentleness, maybe it is only because of these that they have a kind of determination to live, courage and confidence to live.