The night was darker, dark and cold.

The cloak fluttered in the cold wind.

His body stood upright like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue, facing the darkness like a stone statue.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking at the dark distance.

Yang Qing's eyes already showed pity, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, the ghostly killer on the long street? Or is it Willow Ecstasy?

There is no willow ecstasy here, does it make him more nostalgic.

Yang Qing didn't bother him, and turned his head to stare at these people.

Shuxiang stared at these people, holding the scroll quietly, standing quietly, and even speaking seemed very quiet.

This is really a quiet woman.

Yang Qing sighed deeply, such a quiet woman is not very popular with most men and is very popular with them.

There is still wine in the cup, the wine jar is not empty, and the side dishes are already cold.

The fire at the table twisted violently, as if it was writhing every trace of heat on the body, passionate, fierce and unrestrained.

Yang Qing didn't have a chill on his body, and he didn't have it in his heart.

Isn't it easy to make a woman lonely and empty at this time? It makes most of the rootless women wandering in the rivers and lakes even more lonely and helpless.

Isn't Yang Qing such a woman?

Is she lonely? Helpless? Without the kind of care of a lover, the torment of loneliness and emptiness is not more intense.

The wine in the cup has been drunk, and the person has quietly walked towards lifelessness, hugging him softly.

His body was as calm, steady and warm as a stone statue, and her cheeks were burning hot.

His eyes stared at Wusheng, without words, and he had already spoken a lot of things in his heart in an instant.

Yang Qing gradually gasped, and gradually became unstable.

I couldn't bear to look at her eyes again, there seemed to be a mysterious and strange power hidden in her eyes, which made me unable to face and unbearable.

The night was darker, dark and cold.

It was so cold that it was impossible to breathe or move, and the bones not far away were fluttering around.

The blood on the ground was still there, but it was not so bright or bright, and it had gradually withered, and there was no trace of vitality.

The cold wind swept across her back, but her neck twisted even more violently.

She stared vaguely at Wusheng and didn't move away.

Wusheng sighed deeply and hugged her softly, his hand soft and almost without a trace of strength.

Her body writhed mysteriously and strangely, and the blush on her cheeks grew more intense.

Yang Qing suddenly smiled and smiled bitterly.

She pulled Wusheng to go inside, but Wusheng did not refuse.

Shuxiang quietly lowered her head, walked to the table quietly, and poured herself a glass of wine.

Quietly raise a glass and drink it all, and quietly put down the wine glass.

She raised her head and stared at Yang Qing, and there was pain in her eyes.

Yang Qing stared into her eyes, secretly cherishing in her heart.

Does she also have her own unfortunate things, and her own unspeakable suffering?

Most lonely and empty women have unspeakable suffering, and she is no exception.

Shuxiang smiled quietly, the pain in her eyes gradually faded, she walked towards Yang Qing, pulled Yang Qing, and walked towards those people.

The two of them were vaguely shaking in the corner, shaking so much that they didn't look like people, as if they had forgotten whether they were human or not.

"They're three guns."

Yang Qing didn't understand.

What is Three Guns? Is it a three-person name? Is it an organization? Or do you prefer to use firecrackers?

Shuxiang stared at the three of them quietly, and did not make any other movements, nor did they have to do other actions, as if it was enough to make them afraid and cold.

"Afterthought, sticker." Shuxiang pointed to the motionless man on the ground, "This is a plantain." ”

Yang Qing nodded.

She didn't understand why Shuxiang said this, but she hoped to understand, and even more so to understand everything in her heart.

Why do you bring us something delicious? Why are these people being locked up here? Is there anything to ask now?

The body of the hindsight was as thin as wood, and the wood used for the stove was thin, fleshless, and shriveled.

The body of the sticker is as fat as a breeding pig, and there is nothing left on the body except fat, which is disgusting, annoying and disgusting.

So when they hugged each other, the hindsight was always on the top and never below, because it was easy to be crushed alive by stickers and then turned into dough.

Shuxiang stared at Yang Qing, "Since it's called three cannons, it's amazing to talk about it." ”

Yang Qing nodded.

She has understood, they are mouth cannons, they can speak, and people who can talk may know a lot of things, a few percent more than ordinary people.

Do they already know a lot of secrets? She also knows the secret of Liu ecstasy?

The hindsight kept shaking, but there was no trace of fat on his face, and only the fat on his face was moving.

Yang Qing stared at their mouths, and their mouths really didn't look like mouths.

"You're going to ask them?"

Shuxiang nodded.

Yang Qing smiled, walked to the table, poured two glasses of wine, and served them to the two of them.

Most of the people who are afraid cannot be stabilized, and the words they say may be very unreliable.

"Do you need this now?"

They nodded, and with a sip, they were sure to stabilize themselves.

Yang Qing stared at the fragrance of the book, "After drinking, the general coward will become well-behaved. ”

Shuxiang nodded quietly and remained silent.

There was no trace of strangeness in his quiet expression, as if he agreed with this statement, and as if he disagreed with this statement.

Yang Qing already smiled.

They had already grasped their glasses, and although their hands were shaking, and the wine in the glasses could easily spill out, their mouths quickly closed to each other.

These two people also seem to understand that good wine should not be wasted, and they do not want to waste it.

At the moment when they were drinking, it was also the moment when Yang Qing smiled brightly, and they suddenly moved.

Yang Qing was taken aback.

She didn't jump, but suddenly she jumped up.

Amazing speed, amazing action, amazing timing.

This is undoubtedly a good time, the most correct action, the easiest way to escape, and the force used has been gathering momentum for a long time, just like a bow Xuan, which has long been tense and waiting for the opportunity.

As soon as the opportunity comes, it will be struck.

This kind of shot is undoubtedly unguardable, and even more unbelievable.

Yang Qing didn't believe it anymore, he didn't have a trace of strength or confidence just now, but he had confidence and strength in an instant.

Suddenly, the afterthought shot into the darkness of the night.

Yang Qing has apologized profusely.

She turned her head and stared at Shuxiang, and saw Shuxiang waving her sleeves quietly, as if there was no special movement, and twenty or thirty cold stars suddenly followed.

Suddenly, a pig-killing ghost cried wolf, and then disappeared.

There was a "poof" sound in the cold wind.

Yang Qing suddenly jumped up, jumped into Wusheng's arms, and hugged Wusheng tightly.

It's terrifying, it's unimaginable.

Wusheng caressed Yang Qing's body and sighed deeply.

There was only one sticker cannon left in the three guns, and the stickers suddenly stood up, walked to the table, and drank himself.

Yang Qing couldn't figure it out.

It wasn't like a human being who was scared just now, why did he become so calm now? So calmly?

What power changed him.

Shuxiang quietly lowered her sleeves and walked to the sticker, "Your performance is very good." ”

The sticker nodded, as if proud.

To live, sometimes you have to take risks, you have to use means, you have to sacrifice.

Sacrifice is there, but it's not your own.

The death of the two guns is undoubtedly a sacrifice, enough to keep oneself alive, and in order to live, the means are sometimes really cruel and vicious.

He drank his wine and stared at the book, with a disgusting, disgusting hunger in his eyes, the hunger that most prodigal sons can only have when they are lonely and empty.

Yang Qing was about to vomit.

She couldn't really look at the man, she just felt her stomach twitching, as if she was going to vomit all the time.

She had to admire the fragrance of the book, and still faced this person quietly, as if she had not been affected in the slightest.

The sticker smirked, "You're not going to kill me." ”

Shuxiang smiled quietly, "Why?" ”

"Because they're all dead, and I'm the only one alive."

"So what?"

"They can't open their mouths anymore, only I can speak."

Yang Qing has understood.

The sticker carefully designed the two cannons to die, leaving him alone, in order to let Shuxiang understand that he is the only one who can speak, and he can't do anything if he wants to know something.

This trick is too vicious, too cold-blooded, and even more ruthless.

Shuxiang nodded, "I can't seem to kill you now." ”

"You're smart, and I love talking to smart women." He smirked, staring at the snow-white neck of the scholar, staring at him stupidly, "Especially smart and beautiful women." ”

Shuxiang nodded quietly, without a trace of expression on his face, quietly stretched out his hand and gently touched his neck, this action was not very big, and the chest of the sticker had risen and fallen violently.

As if he couldn't stand it anymore, he seemed to explode at any moment.

Shuxiang stared at the sticker gun quietly, "They are all dead, and they have made sacrifices for you. ”

The general nodded, his breathing was short, he was unsteady, and the smile on his face was even more disgusting and disgusting.

Shuxiang smiled quietly, "Do you want me to sacrifice too?" ”

The sticker was silent, and the light in his eyes was enthusiastic and fierce.

Shuxiang sighed, "You know what I want to ask you?" ”

"Yes."

"What do I want to know?"

"Whatever you want to know, I will tell you that there are few things in the rivers and lakes that I don't know." He's proud, and that's what he's proud of.

Shuxiang nodded and blinked, as if she already knew something.

"Then I want to know something from your mouth......."

"Just make me satisfied, I'm not a good person, I will do any kind of bad thing." The sticker cannon was already staring at the scholar's body, staring up and down, as if he had found something. "So you have to be mentally prepared, the sacrifice must be great, and I am not the kind of man who is easy to satisfy."

Shuxiang nodded.

Blinked, clapped his hands gently, and a pigeon flew in the cold wind.

A pitch-black dove, pitch-black feathers, and a pitch-black cylinder was tied to the side of the pitch-black claws. Small and delicate.

The cylinder has no lid and contains only a folded sheet of paper.

But the paper was pitch black.

Yang Qing can't understand it anymore, what is this? Is this a carrier pigeon? Why is that paper pitch black?

The pitch-black paper had been opened, there were no words, nothing, it was pitch black as if it were night, dark and cold.

The sticker glanced at the gun, and every muscle on his cheeks was twisted and deformed.

Shuxiang smiled quietly, walked over quietly, walked towards the sticker, and completely approached the sticker.

Quietly stretched out his hand and gently stroked the body of the sticker, his body had shaken violently, had collapsed, collapsed, and was no longer able to do it.

It was as if he was no longer capable of anything, not only in his body, but also in his soul and faith.

In an instant, the sticker has become a person who can't do it.

The pitch-black dove was still on its shoulder, and it did not leave, as if it was waiting, and if it did not get what it needed, it seemed that it would not leave.

Yang Qing couldn't figure it out.

Why did the sticker change in an instant, especially the confidence and pride that came out of his body just now, why did it disappear in an instant?

She hugged the lifeless body tightly, like the pitch-black carrier pigeon, and clung to Shuxiang's shoulder.

Shuxiang's hand quietly caressed the body of the sticker, and then quietly touched his heart, and suddenly reached in, and suddenly grabbed it.

Yang Qing suddenly closed her eyes, unable to bear to look.

The carrier pigeon screamed and left, did it get what it needed, it was satisfied.

Shuxiang quietly wiped the blood away, stared at Wusheng quietly, and smiled.

Her smile was filled with an indescribable concern and fervor.

The hand was gently outstretched, and there was only one kind of paper in the hand.

There was nothing on the pitch-black paper, pitch black as night, no stars, no moon.

Wusheng has sighed deeply.

Yang Qing stared at him and sighed, feeling a slight pain in her heart.

He must have something very troublesome to solve, but he has to face it.

Shuxiang's hand did not retract, vaguely waiting, and the smile was still there. "You must know this?"

Wusheng nodded.

"This is a heavenly pigeon, and he knows everything in the rivers and lakes."

Silent without life.

"I know you want to find out where the willow ecstasy is, so I'll ......."

Shuxiang hung her head, as if she was unable to speak.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at her, gradually becoming very conflicted in her heart, because she suddenly had two feelings for this person, hatred and pity.

She hated because this woman also had feelings for Wusheng, and she regretted because she was also lonely and empty, and she also needed that emotion, and she was more urgent to have it.

On the quiet cheeks, there are already thin and long wrinkles, and if you don't look closely, you will never see them.

She is no longer young, and her eyes vaguely reveal that enthusiasm and energy.

Doesn't such a woman have the right to love love? It is also necessary to enjoy the excitement and pleasure inside.

So although Yang Qing gritted her teeth with hatred, tears flowed from her eyes.

This kind of hatred and love may not be common, and few people experience the sadness and anger inside.

The cold wind was still howling, cold and unforgiving.

There was no trembling of her hands, and the smile on her face did not change even a little.

"I know you want to find out where the willow ecstasy is, so I'll ......."

The cold, merciless cold wind blew on her cheeks, unable and unable to fade her smile, and tears were already born.