Zhuo Yifan is not uncommon to see these scenes, they are so straightforward in brothels, he no longer has the mood to be surprised. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He just watched boredly as the women stripped themselves naked, trying to see what they were going to do.

Then a few more guys came in the room, they brought in some brushes and paints, put them down, and left.

"They're not going to paint here, are they?" Zhuo Yifan thought secretly.

Sure enough, the few people who came in earlier began to lie on their backs on their respective small beds, supporting their heads with their left hands, looking lazy and drunk, and playing coquettish at Zhuo Yifan.

"Do you think that a little gentle temptation can make me lose my mind?" Zhuo Yifan said disdainfully.

"Aren't you rich boys very fond of trying new things, everything is vassal and elegant, in that case, we should fulfill your wishes and let you show off your talents?" said a woman.

"Are you asking me to paint? If I don't do it, can I force it?" asked Zhuo Yifan.

"Of course you're here to paint, I've always heard that Zhuo Gongzi's painting skills are very good, and a few of our sisters are fortunate today, so I'll use Gongzi as a drawing board and put some powder on our bodies." As for you saying that you don't paint, I think our blue-eyed landlord will have his ruthless method for you to paint, and then the gains will outweigh the losses. I persuaded Gongzi to take the initiative to draw well, so as not to hurt the harmony. The woman replied.

"I know that painting on you can't directly confuse me, but it will gradually make me relax my vigilance, and it will make me feel confused, and then slowly enter the situation of sinking into myself. Zhuo Yifan said.

"Since you understand it so clearly, doesn't that kid dare?" the woman laughed.

"Haha, don't provoke me, I really don't believe in that evil, I'll let you see what the real heart is. Zhuo Yifan said.

"Are you sure your heart is like water?" the woman wondered.

"The days when the heart was like water are gone, and now all that is left is the heart is like ashes. Zhuo Yifan sighed.

"Then come quickly, our sisters are in a hurry. Several women coquettishly urged.

Zhuo Yifan got up and walked towards the brush and paint, not to mention, in view of so many things that have happened during this time, the painting he likes has not been waved for a long time, and now he is really a little itchy.

I saw him skillfully mixing and matching various pigments, constantly stirring to make them blend evenly. After some preparation, he began a special process of painting.

"Landlord, Tang Wan'er failed, and that light dance also failed, can he paint on his body?" a subordinate whispered to the owner of the Red Mansion in Sucheng outside the door.

"Who said it failed, the people in front of them just didn't achieve direct and immediate results. Everything needs a process, and if you want to disintegrate a person's mind from within, you need to moisten things silently. The first few of them had already played this role, and in this way the kid slowly slipped into the process of transformation. Blue-eyed chuckled.

After hearing this, several subordinates nodded in understanding, it turned out that the landlord wanted to corrupt and transform it little by little, and all of them were soft grinding.

For this kind of alternative edification, Zhuo Yifan knows that he has gradually changed, he used to scoff at these, but now he can arouse interest and participate in it. I don't know if it's because of the discouragement that the existing situation can't be changed, or the coldness about the hopelessness of revenge, he feels that this is all he can do at this moment.

Standing in front of a naked woman to paint, he felt a little confused, after all, it was beautiful and delicious, after all, he could feast his eyes, especially when the slender brush galloped on the slender jade body, all the different feelings came out.

The soft brush tip, with a few soft forked bristles, swiped on the skin of the jade fat condensation, accompanied by the slight fluctuation of the jade body, as well as the slight tremor of the body parts, which made people look intoxicated.

Especially where the mane of the pen slipped, the feeling of stinging made the woman's heart itch more than once, and her body changed suddenly, every time at this, Zhuo Yifan's heart also trembled, and fine sweat droplets continued to ooze from his forehead.

In addition, when it is unbearable, the slight moaning of the beauty is endless, which makes people's hearts surging and their blood gushing.

Zhuo Yifan's feeling is also completely different from before, at this time, he just feels that what hatred, what guard, what right and wrong, all of them are left behind, and enjoying the vivid and wonderful moments is the due pursuit of life.

With the wave of the brush, the ups and downs of the delicate body, the trembling of the jade body, and the continuation of the soft groan, the demon of desire continued to stagnate in his heart, continued to expand, and continued to spread.

After a few strokes, Zhuo Yifan was only panting, sweating profusely, and his face was red.

He put his hand on the white and flawless body, kept shaking his head, and said restlessly: "This is the demon of the heart, this is the demon of the heart, I can't fall into the demon of the heart......"

"Childe, life is too short, so why embarrass yourself. After today, I don't know where I will be tomorrow? Timely fun is the right way, in this world, the only thing you can do is not to treat yourself badly, if you treat yourself, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed!" the woman scratched her head and gestured.

Zhuo Yifan looked at her stupidly, listening to every word in her mouth, it felt like a hypnotic spell. In these dizzying spells, her delicate features were more refined, her white body was whiter, her bulges were more prominent, her grass was denser, and everything was intoxicating and forgetful.

He reached out and caressed her body, his head shaking in a daze, and slowly leaned down, closing in. Just as he was about to make contact with her fair and delicate face, her jet-black hair was gone, and the tender skin that had been blown apart was gone, replaced by jet-black skulls, sunken eye sockets, and protruding front teeth.

Zhuo Yifan was stunned, and the beauty in front of him completely turned into the untouchable skull of Zhuo Jian Villa, and the sky lantern that he had lit more than once.

Then I saw the skull grieving, weeping, sobbing silently, and finally bleeding from the eye socket, all the way down the facial bone, and falling bit by bit.

Zhuo Yifan was immediately so frightened that he fell backwards, lying on the ground panting.

"Childe, what's wrong with you?" The woman who was painted stood up and looked at Zhuo Yifan with a surprised expression.

Zhuo Yifan looked at her, her body was still full of temptation, revealing infinite attraction everywhere, but there was a skull on her chest and abdomen.

Zhuo Yifan was puzzled, he was clearly painting a rose just now, or a rose with thorns, how did he become a skull? Is it because of the hatred and obsession in his heart that he inadvertently revealed when painting, but he thought that he was painting a rose under the confusion of beauty?