Luoyang, a ruined ruin, with withered autumn leaves, is surrounded by a fiery maple forest, the dazzling fiery red, red against the afterglow of the sunset, seems a bit poignant. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It seems that this ruin looks more like an old man in his twilight years, with a thin figure like firewood, and his life will fall at any time in this old age. The crumbling lonely shadow, lonely, monotonous, desolate.

It is already inaccessible, and some say that many souls are buried in this ruin. In the past, there was singing and dancing here, drunk and dreaming of death, but an unexpected fire burned this place to ashes.

Under the ruined and collapsed pillar, it is vaguely recognizable, there is a wooden plaque, the wooden plaque is engraved with the three big characters of "Drunken Red Mansion", faintly, those brightly dressed, enchanting and colorful dancing girls and prostitutes dance graceful figures, between the ruins.

The floating maple leaves seem to be a portrayal of those famous prostitutes, red through the ages, just to get drunk, wash away the lead, and the time is fleeting.

Who remembers the words of the warblers and swallows of the past, who is nostalgic for the wind and snow, and who pays tribute to the dead souls.

Fiery maple leaves, cool autumn winds, lonely ruins.

That dusty history has been completely wiped out, and there is only today's decay, only today's decline, and only today's desertion.

A long figure reflected the afterglow from the empty alleyway, and threw himself in front of the ruins of the drunken red mansion, wearing a robe tightly wrapped around his body, but his face was not clear, because he was wearing a bronze mask, the mask was a skull, and it looked chilling, especially in this ruin.

The man was dressed in a mink robe, purple and black, and his burly figure made the man look even more majestic, and he took heavy steps, looked around, and after making sure that no one was following, he shrank down, and walked in from under the half-collapsed wooden door in the ruins.

It seems that he is too familiar with the environment of this abandoned drunken red mansion, and he is familiar with the way of each door.

But it can be concluded that he is not the owner of this drunken red mansion, because the drunken red mansion has long been ruined and has no owner.

After entering, he came to the door of a wooden house that still looked intact, and a large chain lock was attached to the wooden door, and he groped for a while from his bosom, took out a rusted key, stepped forward, inserted the key into the lock, and with a slight twist, opened the lock.

Then he took off the chain, gently pushed the door open, and walked in.

Although the house looks a little dusty, and even spiders have webs on the eaves, there is a large pillar erected in the center of the house, and the circle around the big pillar is relatively clean. It seems that someone deliberately cleaned the circle and made it spotless.

And beside the big pillar, a young girl who was bound by her hands and feet, her eyes were covered by a black silk scarf, and her mouth was stuffed with a ball of cloth.

But the hemp rope tied her hands and feet firmly, and she couldn't break free.

"Don't struggle, even if you try your best, you can't break it!" The man who walked in said slowly, slowly walked to the girl's side, stroked her messy hair with his hand, moved his head closer, and sniffed deeply a few times, "Tsk, the fragrance of girls is always intoxicating, Shen Shuangru, you are worthy of being everyone's lady, even this body fragrance is different!"

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

Even if the girl can't see it, she can hear it, and she can feel it. She seemed to clearly see the man in front of her staring at her with lustful, greedy eyes, and a beautiful girl, always full of infinite temptation.

And she made a whining sound between struggles, more like she was scolding the man in front of her.

The man raised his hand, supported her chin, and brought the face wearing the skull bronze mask a little closer, and snorted twitching, sniffing, "Fragrant, really fragrant, Shen Shuangru, I didn't expect you to be really charming......"

His hand touched Shen Shuangru's pretty face, looking intoxicated, full of praise, "This delicate little face, it's really slippery......" When his hand touched Shen Shuangru's mouth, he pulled out the cloth ball stuffed in her mouth, "I think you must have a lot to say to me, little baby, come, give you a chance, if you say something that can make me happy, maybe I will let you go." ”

"Bastard, shameless, scoundrel!" Without Butuan gagged his mouth, Shen Shuangru suddenly scolded, "You'd better let me go obediently, otherwise, my father will definitely not let you go!"

"Haha...... What an interesting little girl, I can go to your house and bring you here without knowing it, do you think I will be afraid of your father?" the man laughed heartily.

"Who the hell are you, what do you want to do?" Shen Shuangru was not afraid, although she had asked this question many times, she would still ask it again.

The man smiled evilly disappreciatively, and his head was closer to Shen Shuangru's face, almost attached to her ear, blowing hot air, and said lewdly: "You don't care who I am, the important thing is that you just need to know that we are alone in this house, what else do you say you can do? Why don't we play some excitement, okay? Little baby......

Shen Shuangru spit out a mouthful of saliva, all of which was spit on the man's face, but instead of getting angry, the man raised his hand and touched the saliva on his face, and the saliva on his fingers reached into his mouth, sucking it, and he ......********was still so obscene.

The laughter revealed the evil spirit, which made Shen Shuangru feel terrified, so she could only scold: "You thief, you can't die well, you thunder in the sky!"

The man didn't care about Shen Shuangru, his hand gently touched her face with a blow-and-blow face, and every stroke made Shen Shuangru's heart like a knife, but there would be an electric shock-like warm current flowing from her face into her heart, that girl's heart, as if there were thousands of ants devouring it, there was an indescribable feeling.

Is it shame, is it shame, is it throbbing, is it anger?

Tears rolled down her cheeks in her eyes, and she was infinitely disappointed in her heart, even secretly praying that someone would come and save her from the sea of misery.

The man's hand went down her cheek again, across her neck, and toward her breasts......

Shen Shuangru's tears of humiliation slipped down disconnectedly, but after all, her hands and feet were tied, and she couldn't move at all, allowing her demonic hands to be presumptuous in her delicate body! )