They returned only a short time after leaving, but the atmosphere in the lobby of the restaurant became strange.

From the moment the woman sat down, the snooping eyes never stopped, lingering on her, just like when Weaving Dream first came in.

As if sensing their ill-intentioned gaze, the black-robed man snorted impatiently, reached out and stroked the top of the woman's hair, but the woman sat motionless, and the smile on her lips never disappeared.

Maybe Zhu'an seems to think that smile is weird, but others don't think so, the strand of black hair in the ear, the snow-white skin exposed, and the smile hooked on the lips are particularly breathtaking, and it is simply a fatal temptation.

It's like a small hook that tickles people's hearts.

After sitting for a while, someone finally couldn't hold back and stepped forward to ask, maybe they wanted to be together, maybe they just wanted to see the beauty.

Some people took the lead, and many people followed suit, and more and more people gathered at the table.

The man even covered his hands tightly with gloves, he put down the teacup in his hand, snorted impatiently, raised his hand slightly and pulled the hood up a little, revealing a little cold jaw line, he said a southern dialect to the woman next to him, his voice was very flat without any ups and downs.

Weaving Dream turned his head and asked Streamer softly, "What did this person say?"

Although the streamer also sensed that something was wrong with the two of them, he was still confused, and he lowered his voice and replied, "He said, 'Wuya', ah, it's this woman's name!"

Weaving dreams read it again, "Wuya?"

After the man finished speaking, the woman known as Wuya suddenly stood up slowly.

She reached out from under her black robe, wearing a pair of black silk gloves like a man, and she gently removed her hood, revealing a beautiful face.

The hair is as black as ink, the left half is tied up with four silver hairpins to pull up a strand of long hair, quite like a delicate silver fan, the right hair is soft and spread on the shoulder, the eyes are bright and bright, and there are two symmetrical strange tattoos on the snow-white cheeks, like two rounds of curved crescents, and there are four stars under the crescent moon, extending to the tail of the eyes, adding a bit of charm, the lips are full and bright red, with a touch of bewitching smile.

A very beautiful face, so beautiful that it doesn't look like a real person, and it doesn't have a little anger.

It caused a burst of amazement from everyone.

Wu Ya giggled, like a silver bell, she turned over and sat on the table lightly, sitting in a particularly charming and seductive position, the slender waist that was not in a hand, the left side of the black robe opened a thin branch, and the slender legs were exposed from under the black robe, overlapping together, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, like a full white snow.

It is appropriate to use a sentence "a stunner in the world, hooking people's souls".

Seeing this, there was another burst of exclamations, accompanied by a lot of gasping sounds, and the people around the table were simply huddled one after another, and several teacups fell to the ground without holding them steadily, and fell to pieces.

Not to mention that the eyes of everyone in the restaurant were like wolves, fanatical and obsessed, and even Weaving Dreams sighed sincerely, "Wow, this Wuya is so charming, a little more beautiful than the Wan'er girl we saw in Linlang." ”

Zhu'an glanced at her meaninglessly, but found that Weaving Dream had an excited look on her face.

He wanted to speak and stopped, and after a while he whispered, "Fake, look at the man's hand." ”

Weaving Dream looked at the streamer together, and saw that the man had been sitting quietly on the stool, holding the cup with one hand, but putting the other hand on the table, and inadvertently moved his five fingers, subtle and natural movements, in a pair of black gloves

It is even more imperceptible under the obscuration.

Streamer scratched his head and asked puzzledly, "Master Zhu'an, what's wrong with this person?"

Weaving Dream's eyes widened, and she looked at it again before she raised her head to look at Zhu An, and there was more surprise in her tone, "This is ......"

Zhu'an nodded.

The streamer is confused again, what kind of dumb riddle are these two people playing?

The group of people around the table didn't pay attention to his subtle movements or didn't care about what the black-robed man did, their eyes were all attracted by the charming Wu Ya on the side, and some people couldn't help but take two steps forward with an obsessive face, wanting to touch Wu Ya.

Wuya giggled again, and stretched out her black-gloved hands, which were cut just right, her wrapped fingers still slender and slender, one hand propped up on the table, and the other slowly and seductively stroked her long black hair.

Charming smiles fill this small restaurant, and the stunner in the world is just such a color.

This woman's charm and charm simply emanates from the inside out of her bones, which is exciting.

Her red lips opened, and she said two words, and her voice was like poison stained with a sweet honey coat.

When the streamer heard it, he covered his mouth for fear that he would make a voice, he lowered his voice and trembled to translate for the two people, "She, she, she, she ......"

"A bunch of squinting bugs, who should I kill first?"

A strange smile tugged at the lips of the black-robed man who was sitting quietly, but his voice was still as flat and stiff as it was.

Although Zhu'an can't speak Nanguo, he has listened a lot during this time, and he can also hear some simple words, and the streamer also confirmed his conjecture.

"My dear Wuya, don't leave any of them. ”

His black-gloved hand reached to Wuya's cheek to caress Wuya's face, but Wuya leaned over directly, and the red lips kissed directly on his chin.

The man didn't react in particular, and seemed to be used to it.

After a while, Wu Ya narrowed her eyes and said happily and contentedly, "It's all about listening to Zixin." ”

After the two finished speaking, the door of the restaurant lobby suddenly slammed shut.

The voice startled everyone, and Fang Cai's fascinated face showed a somewhat confused look, and they looked at each other for some reason.

Because there was no one at the door.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too strange and oppressive, and a sense of panic that something was wrong instantly grabbed their throats.

"What's going on? Who closed the door?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? ...... you"

Wu Ya straightened up her boneless waist from the table, lowered her head and giggled, and stretched out her right hand in front of Zixin, who held her hand and pulled the glove.

The black silk gloves slowly faded, revealing a hand covered in tattoos.

The snow-white skin is covered with strange and complicated tattoos, and the visual impact is too strong, revealing a trace of demonic for no reason.

Wuya giggled, lifted her robe in a charming manner, and climbed onto the table on the stool.

The hand was like a long snake, dancing softly and bonelessly, and then her whole body began to writhe, like a cluster of tongues of fire, teasing her heart and lungs.

The eyes of the people in the restaurant became stunned and obsessed again, their eyes were firmly glued to her graceful body, and they swallowed their saliva unconsciously.

The streamer unconsciously grabbed the weaving

Dream sleeves, nervous and slurred, "Sister Weaving Weaving Weaving Dream...... She, she, what the hell is she doing?"

Weaving Dream reached out and patted Streamer's back to reassure, "Missy, can't you see it? ”

"Hop Hop Hop Dance?"

"yes, look at it, those people are going to die. ”

"Ahhh

Wuya danced charmingly, like light smoke like flowing water, her figure swayed from side to side, and everyone's eyes followed closely, and when they came back to their senses, they noticed something clinging to their necks, and they didn't need to look down, just glance at the people next to them to know that at some point, there was an extra thin thread like a hair in their throats.

Only then did the streamer realize that Wu Ya's tattooed right finger was grasping a dozen thin threads, faintly shining in the air, it was the cold light of blowing hair and breaking hair, and with her dancing posture, it had been spread all over the restaurant from all directions when no one noticed, wrapping around everyone's throats, like a poisonous snake that had been lurking for a long time, and only then did it reveal its gloomy fangs.

Wuya stopped after the last movement, as if there was still her swaying figure in the air, her robe still swaying slightly, and the tattooed hand grasping the threads weakly, holding the source of all fear.

Someone trembled and wanted to tear the thread off with his hand, Wu Ya raised her other hand and put it on her red lips, giggled, and exhaled Rulan with a fatal temptation, "It's better not to move, my Yasi doesn't have long eyes!"

When she said this, everyone did not dare to move anymore, and stared at her in horror.

Don't dare to resist, you can only beg for mercy.

The crowd just opened their mouths and said, "Please......"

As if playing a prank, Wuya's fingertips tightened, and those threads cut their throats like sharp knives in an instant.

Suddenly, blood splattered.

Before the begging for mercy was finished, a room of blood had already been sprayed, and the corpses with slitted throats were poured all over the room, bloody and cruel.

Wuya giggled happily, and with a flick of her fingertips, the lines were smooth and bloodstained, and then instantly came out of the corpse's throat and retracted into her hand.

After doing all this, she took her gloves back from Zixin's hand and slowly brought them back to her right hand.

"Oh, it's a pity, I didn't leave any of the orders I received!"

Zixin sat motionless and watched her kill the whole time, without any reaction, as if she was used to her bloody methods.

When Wuya had finished killing a room of people, he stood up and reached straight out to carry Wuya off the table.

Wuya threw herself into his arms and gasped softly, her breath hitting his face with endless lingering.

"Zixin, am I doing well?"

Zixin's tone was still as flat as ever, but he said the gentlest words, "My Wuya is naturally the best!"

Wuya leaned against him bonelessly, like a soft, lingering vine, her fingers gliding over his face as if out of nowhere, and she leaned up and licked / his jawline.

The man, in turn, reached out and pinched her jaw, and lowered his head to kiss the seductive red lips.

Streamer covered his eyes red, "Ah, these two ......"

Weaving dreams and Zhu'an saw that it should have been a lingering kiss between the two people, Wu Ya was pinched and her face was tilted, but her eyes seemed to drift to them, and a strange and seductive smile crawled on her lips again.