It's late.

Song Song kicked and already kicked on his lower body.

No screams, just chirping.

Most of the killers who came out of Mingfeng were mutes who had been fed medicine.

But fortunately not a eunuch.

Song Song thought mockingly, otherwise he wouldn't know where to start except for the head and the bottom.

I watched the man lie on his back, trembling his body, shaking for a while and then not moving.

Song Song understood that he should have swallowed poison.

There will be no message to be found in these dead men, as they were a long time ago.

What's more, they are so disgusting......

Song Song looked at the three corpses on the ground coldly, and pulled out the same question as before and thought about it-

Do you pull out the fan?

So dirty, disgusting......

But now it's not at home......

Forget it, let's take it......

...... Why don't you wait a little longer?

Well, it's better to take it......

The hem was lifted slightly, and Song Song carried the iron fan in his hand and carried it on his back, calmly stepping over the threshold of the back door.

The blood and blood juice, as the master walked, went down the tip of the fan, elongated bit by bit, and dyed one after another bewitching flowers on the stone road.

......

Although the stone lion scolded people in his heart, he was not sloppy at all with his punches and legs.

It was in the room, and the woman who had just handed him the medicine just gave it to him, and after giving it to him, she just watched quietly......

It wasn't until he killed a man, and the man's purple blood spilled on his arm, that the stone lion noticed that something was wrong.

Grandma's, there is in the blood, ahhh

He didn't hesitate any longer, and ate the pill that the woman said.

There are still five or six left, not counting the chicken that hasn't arrived yet...... That's a little bit of a gain......

The stone lion thought, humming and chirping while slamming his fists.

Five people together, when they made a combined attack, they still caused some trouble to the stone lion.

The back of the stone lion was bruised with some skin as a result.

"Lao Tzu is gone, whoever you like to do it!" the stone lion let out a sullen breath and roared.

Mingfeng's killers didn't react, how to attack, or how to attack.

"Stone lion, it's useless like this. ”

Yang Miaomiao persuaded kindly, and her voice was gentle, not big or small.

"......Ahh

No, a chicken hasn't arrived yet......

Yang Miaomiao said this, if the stone lion didn't solve these people, then his nickname would be spread, and it would be completely the yellow mud under his crotch, not but.

This woman is forcing him to kill everyone and kill him.

This is the only way to bring a chicken away, so that there will be no trouble......

The stone lion's eyes changed.

On the strip of cloth that is not white or yellow, the arms with thick muscles bulge -

Shocking!!

......

Lao Wei, who was in charge of the flowers and plants in the house, exhaled hot air in his nose and pushed open the door of the house tremblingly, and the heat from inside made him feel like he had survived from the brink of death.

Qi Yisu took strange flowers and plants as a treasure, and he also had a good treatment because of this, an independent hut, and he didn't have to crowd with those who were worse than him.

It's just that what is more surprising is that he only had a child when he was established.

It happened to be the same age as Madame's child.

What he said was definitely not the vixen that the master pulled back later, God is pitiful, he only recognizes a Mrs. Qifu.

No matter what, he can't forget that in his most difficult time, it was his wife who treated him well and let him manage those flowers and plants.

"Mother-in-law, I'm back......" Lao Wei looked at the candlelight on the table that almost didn't survive from blowing out, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's better to save the fire again......"

He took off his air-conditioned clothes and went into the inner room.

When his foot stepped on the wet liquid, he didn't really care and didn't look closely.

"Huh?"

Until, he saw his wife lying on the ground, with a bloody mass in her arms.

His eyes darkened, and his heart and body began to tremble.

"Ahh

Those who mourn the loss of their beloved son cry out in mourning......

......

There is a wind calling, like a person and a ghost, and the voice is sad.

There was a sword, and there was a man, dressed in black.

His sword was covered with blood blown by the cold wind.

He was separated from his companions.

What he wants to do is to kill all the babies in the Qi Mansion.

Don't let one go.

......

Well, what about one more?

Where's the other companion?

At first he was holding a sword and saw a girl carrying a lunch box.

He didn't care.

It wasn't until the girl had gone far, far away, and didn't know where she had gone, that he remember—

You can't let go of any of the places where you can hide your baby.

Because what he wants to do is kill the child who is most likely that woman.

And the girl ...... Looks like her personal maid.

......

"Remember, just comb your hair and do it yourself tomorrow. In the air, there seemed to be a girl's voice and smile.

A pair of eyes quietly opened in the room where the candles were lit.

Nozomi ......

His eyes moved, and the sound of chains sounded......

Tonight's wind can be explored.

Bai Xiaoxin turned over and got out of bed, but inadvertently brought three or four cloth shirts and a small bamboo basket to the ground.

"......" Bai Xiaoxin stood motionless.

He remembered Shicai, who, when the girl had combed his hair, put the comb in his hand with a flushed face, and told him to practice it well.

If you don't practice, Xiaoxi won't be able to eat.

As for herself, she took needlework scissors, cut a few cloth shirts, and sewed them again.

Bending over on his knees, Bai Xiaoxin picked them up one by one and put them on the bed.

Except, that pair of scissors.

He took the scissors with him.

......

The wind, still howling—

"Little girl......" Qing Ling's eyes were squinted by the cold wind, and she looked at the baby who was still sleeping sweetly in her arms.

"Madame is dangerous, and you, too. The corners of Qing Ling's mouth slowly opened and a smile appeared.

"But why...... Why are people so different?"

"Madame, love you, love you. ”

"My father and mother, it hurts me, and it hurts me to love. ”

"I rushed to do the big and small work at home, and I begged them hard not to sell me......"

"Madame to you, little girl...... It's good, it's good......"

"It's so good that I envy it, and make me jealous ......"

"But why, I, not you?"

Qingling smiled, she smiled beautifully, she smiled sweetly, she laughed out of tears.

She bent down and slowly placed the sleeping baby in the corner.

She looked at the baby, breaking away from the warm embrace, and slowly frowned.

"Sorry......"

"I'm not a lady......"

Just as her hand was completely free from the baby's wrapping, the baby opened its eyes—

"Huh?" a soft voice.

......