I don't know when Liu Mu has never been drunk, and it is a unique thing to drink until he loses consciousness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The number of wine jars in the corner of the info wall is decreasing sharply, and Song Qingqing is already flushed and drunk. Although Liu Mu was always drinking in the back, Song Qingqing greedily sucked the wine flowing from the corner of Liu Mu's mouth, she was already crazy, she didn't know what she was doing, she just followed her instincts.

Song Qingqing's small song is very flavorful, soft and soft, the same as this plum wine, not strong, but slowly turbidizing people's bones. It's a chronic poison that doesn't necessarily save it. Maybe they all know the power of this poison, but no one cares, and they know that the wine is strong when they are drunk. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, not to mention that under the urging of alcohol, the clothes of the two fell off one by one, and finally confessed to each other. Like drinking a clear spring, everything is so natural, under the guidance of Song Qingqing, Liu Mu fought like a warrior, and the wine gradually poured up on his head until he lost consciousness.

When the last trace of the sunset fell, Liu Mu opened his eyes and was clear. Tilting his head and glancing at the woman in his arms, Liu Mu smiled a little bitterly, he didn't know if he was ready to accommodate a woman, or if he was going to take a step at a time. Throwing the chaotic thoughts out of his mind, Liu Mu's body was a little throbbing, and when he tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, he felt that his body's resistance was getting worse and worse. Unable to think about it, Liu Mu began to routinely comb and carefully go through all the things that had happened in the past two days, but his hands were unconsciously rubbing in the quilt.

"Huh!" The lazy Song Qingqing dodged Liu Mu's hand in his sleep, and woke up in vain.

Looking at the pensive Liu Mu stupidly, Song Qingqing felt that life was perfect at this moment, she admired her courage and bravely took a big step forward. She couldn't help but feel itchy, and gently raised her hand to caress Liu Mu's broad chest. There are a lot of scars, twisting and turning, like ugly earthworms. Song Qingqing couldn't help but feel distressed, wondering what the man in front of her had experienced. She doesn't want to know the splendor in the mouths of outsiders, she wants to know the sorrows that are not known.

"How did these scars come about?" Song Qingqing's loving touch woke Liu Mu up.

"Left behind by the blood field!" Liu Mu glanced down at the scar and said calmly.

Song Qingqing heard the blood field for the first time, and said in a tone like a little woman: "What is the blood field?"

Liu Mu's long-term memories, Song Qingqing's curiosity in his heart were all clear, and his eyes gradually became empty, as if he had been flexibly shuttled back into the time tunnel.

It was very cold that winter, and Liu Mu was not called Liu Mu yet, but only had a name that was easy to feed, the dog leftovers. He hadn't picked up anything to eat for days, and the rags on his body couldn't cover his entire body, but he was still lucky. The shirt was pulled from a corpse yesterday, and although it only covers half of the body, it is better than nothing. He stomped his unconscious foot, ready to look again to see if there was anything to fill his stomach, he hadn't eaten for two days, and his whole body was weak and weak.

Cursing God in his mouth, Liu Mu staggered towards the other side of the street, and the scene in front of him made him stunned to move forward, it was a person, a middle-aged man, a person wearing very beautiful clothes. Liu Mu stopped because this person was carrying two bloody human heads in his hands, and the long knife in the other hand was still dripping blood, as clear as the sound of raindrops hitting the roof tiles.

Just as the man walked by, the dog leftover ghost said like a god: "Uncle, do you have anything to eat?"

After saying this, the dog leftover even frightened himself, but his stomach was hungry and he beat the drum, if he starved for another day, he would die, he wanted to be a full ghost. The man walked more than ten meters, and when he heard the dog leftovers say this, he immediately stopped with some doubts. Cheng Zhong was a little incredible, could he really be so harmless to humans and animals? Anyone who saw a man holding a steel knife and carrying a bloody head would never think that he was a merchant selling food, right? After a while, Cheng Zhong slowly turned his head to him in the desperate eyes of the dog's leftovers, and said, "Come with me if you want to eat!"

Infinite surprise suddenly appeared in the eyes of the dog leftover, and he struggled to keep up with Cheng Zhong and walked towards the Jinyi Yamen in the city. On weekdays, the dog leftovers never enter the inner city here, he is afraid, afraid that if he is not careful, he will let the adults passing by crush him to death like ants, and the abbreviated neck of the cowering is curled up in Cheng Chong's strange eyes, vigilantly looking at the Jinyi guards who are running back and forth.

Cheng Zhong didn't let the dog leftovers wait for long, so he handed over, he was too lazy to change into civilian clothes, went out and saw the dog leftovers hiding behind the stone carvings, and waved to the dog leftovers and walked towards the noodle stall not far away.

"Yangchun noodles, more green onions. Cheng sat on the stool of the noodle stall with a golden knife, and did not wait for the dog leftovers to eat noodles as if no one was around.

After the two bowls of noodles were eaten, he was a little unsatisfied, squatting on the ground and saying to the dog-like dog leftovers: "Don't you want to eat, why don't you come and eat noodles?"

"Just take a sip of noodle soup!" the dog leftover's throat kept rolling back and forth, but his mouth was against his will.

Cheng Zhong seemed to have encountered something interesting, and said to the dog leftover with interest: "Do you want to eat noodles every day?"

"Uncle, but you need a little errands?" said the dog leftovers a little suspiciously.

Cheng Zhong straightened up the waist he had bent down just now, sat up and ate noodles again, and didn't say anything more to the dog leftovers. After a bowl of noodles is eaten, ask the boss to bring another bowl of noodles, and put the bowl in his hand, which only has a little soup base, on the ground in front of the dog's leftovers, as if feeding the dog. He put the boss's new bowl of noodles on the other side of the table, and then said, "Which bowl do you want to eat?"

The dog's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he fell into deep thought. Cheng Zhong is not in a hurry to slowly compare himself with himself there, the little people are always a little angry, and the little people at the bottom are even more so. The dog leftovers want to eat the noodles on the table, there is dignity and satisfaction, but it is also dangerous, as can be seen by seeing Cheng Zhong crossing the street with his head in his hand. And the leftover soup on the ground was eaten by others, and the amount could not be eaten by oneself. The dog leftover didn't want to be stripped of a few torn clothes on his body early tomorrow morning.

People are not ruthless and unsteady, and they must be even more so for themselves. Gou Yuzi straightened up, walked to the table step by step and sat down, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and picked up the noodles a little unfamiliarly, this was the first time he ate Yangchun noodles, it was very fragrant, very fragrant!

"What's your name?"

"Dog leftovers. “

"It's not good, change it. Yesterday there was a dead guy named Liu Mu, he didn't need a name when he died, you will be called Liu Mu in the future!" The gloomy voice echoed in the ears of the dog leftover again and again, and he knew that he had a name, Liu Mu.

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Since then, Liu Mu has never seen that Cheng Zhong again. What followed was a fight with his peers again and again, without pity, without sympathy, and killing each other if he wanted to live. The scars on his chest snaked day by day over time, and the only thing that hasn't changed is the bowl of noodles he still misses.