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Mochizuki Tower.

A tasteful name.

In fact, this building that looks magnificent and sounds tall is gathered in a group of people who do the most lowly things in the eyes of ordinary people.

Mochizuki Tower is a green building.

Moon Tower, looking at it, is not the bright moon, it is a beauty.

For beautiful women, classmates in the dream don't seem to know how to refuse.

That's right, in the eyes of the people, Mr. Meng is an out-and-out hooligan, and you call a hooligan with a high reputation to exclude beauties, then, it doesn't seem very reasonable, right? At least, some strongmen are difficult.

The hearts of the people are very broad-minded and deeply tolerant, and since they have branded Meng's classmates as "hooligans", they can no longer bear to ask Meng's classmates to learn from Yanagishita Megumi and other saints.

Dream scoffed.

An old oilman, just like the scene where he is hugging a beautiful woman at the moment, can also be "not messy".

What is "chaos"?

Could it be that when the beautiful woman was in her arms, she had a sudden seizure, and half of the brain nerve center was paralyzed, causing the palm of the hand to lose control, and without unbuttoning other people's clothes in order, she roughly tore other people's clothes, and did what she did directly?

Or is it that the fragile heart is overwhelmed by the happiness that comes too suddenly, and then throws the beautiful woman out of the window?

Why is it messy?

Even if this beauty's eyebrows are affectionate and her lips are watery, and her whole body exudes a temptation that makes people's index fingers move and can't wait to swallow her in one bite. However, as a senior Fengyue master, he can still do it without moving his eyebrows and heartbeat.

In this way, Meng's eyes were still on the two glasses of wine held in the air, his eyes seemed to have been deeply injected into the wine in the glasses, and the look of his full concentration made it easy to suspect that the theme of his journey around the Moon Tower for thousands of miles tonight was not to appreciate the beauties here, but to study this glass of wine. In fact, his other hand finally lived up to expectations and climbed the girl's small waist.

The girl's waist is very thin, resting on hundreds of years later, it is estimated that the beauties of the A4 paper will be embarrassed, and the figure is also very even, although the chest is more abrupt and very plump, but it will never make people feel disobedient, on the contrary, it will highlight a surging tension, and spontaneously give rise to a sense of sacred mission that people can conquer.

At this moment, Meng's palm played a cameo role as a stethoscope of Western medicine, listening to the pulse of the girl's heart very responsibly, while his eyes were still staring at the wine in the glass very carefully, the wine was very calm, and there was no ripple.

His eyes could not help but show a look of surprise, for the girl's heart was as calm and undisturbed as the wine in his glass.

After all, even if Meng is really a licensed doctor, he is also a male doctor, well, an ordinary girl's house, the vital part is touched by the opposite sex such a close distance, even if she is not hit by a deer, she should always express her strange feelings to cause the ups and downs of her heart rate, right?

However, the girl did not, and even, as can be seen from the reflection of the wine in the glass, she is very calm and calm.

Obviously, Mr. Dream is not "messy", and he finally achieved Megumi Yanagishita's "sitting still".

Perhaps, he finally completed an important verification across historical time and space, and he couldn't help but sigh softly with relief.

The girl wore a red dress as thin as a cicada's wings, and under the romantic candlelight, the bright red color also dyed the crystal clear liquor with a shallow and faint flush.

Xu Yes, the girl's physical strength is not better than that of the man, or the purpose of the people engaged in this work is only for the simple survival needs, and they have not thought of higher ideals, and there is no intention to study the culture of the wine industry, so after the girl's wine glass was raised for a while, she did not see this strange guest drink this glass of wine, although she was slightly dissatisfied, but she was extremely helpless.

In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore, and slowly stretched out her wrist, and the two wine glasses touched lightly, and there was a soft "ding" sound.

With the clinking of glasses, the wine glass in Meng's hand shook slightly, and the calm wine immediately rippled layer by layer.

In the first moment of the last calm and ripples of the wine, the eyes of the dream classmate accurately captured a trace of resentment that flashed on the girl's face very quickly, and he seemed to understand something, and a glimmer of light and cold light flashed in his eyes very quickly.

Then, at last, he raised his glass and drank the wine.

The girl drank the wine, put down the glass, and then gently sipped off the liquid stains on the corner of her mouth, exhaled like an orchid, and said softly and gently: "Master, the night is already deep, it's better to rest." ”

Meng classmate covered the soft palm and rubbed it gently, the girl's delicate body seemed to stiffen suddenly, this change was very slight, and it disappeared in less than a breath.

Classmate Meng seemed to be full of attachment and grabbed it again, and the girl seemed to be struggling to take a deep breath of cold air, bit her lip, and said softly: "Master, the concubine's body is relatively fragile, you pity a little." ”

Meng had an obsessive expression that was deeply intoxicated, as if he couldn't remember anything when he asked his father's surname at this moment, and reluctantly let go of his clutches.

The girl slowly stood up, walked to the front of the elegantly laid curtain, turned her back to the dream classmate, and slowly disarmed the woman from the last arm.

It is said that what men like the most is not the change in distance that goes straight to the point, but the process of watching beautiful women undress.

Beauty is like tea.

A man who knows how to appreciate beauty is just like a gentleman who knows the tea ceremony.

Fine tea when such as the beauty of the current, how to taste the beauty, it is like choosing the best spring, fine grasp of the heat to boil out the appropriate water, then the hot tea set, then the water to make tea, and then, the tea fragrance overflowing, fragrant drifting, divided into the cup, slowly taste, carefully savor the enjoyment of time.

If you make tea with boiling water casually and eat it rudely, it should be like a cow chewing a peony, which not only tastes the same as chewing wax, but is also extremely boring.

Beauty is like tea.

Assuming that as soon as you are willing, you will pull the handle and go straight to the Yellow Dragon, which is basically not much different from the livestock on the road.

The theme is the goal, and the process is the real enjoyment.

Classmate Meng quietly watched the girl slowly remove her restraints, and those who didn't know would misunderstand that he was here to investigate the perception of the human body.

The girl's skin in the air is very delicate and white, and the smooth back has no marks of bra falling, like a delicate satin, faintly exuding a faint intoxicating fragrance under the candlelight.

Meng glanced at the soft silk bandeau that was taken down, and couldn't help but think in his heart: It's still good for this kind of thing, although it is more cumbersome and time-consuming when wearing it, although it largely covers up a woman's career line, however, in contrast, even if the post-modern bra is simple to wear and saves time, even if it can highlight the woman's career line, but the harmful chemicals contained in the bra cause immeasurable harm to women; perhaps, this is the price of beauty.

The girl's fingers intersected in the delicate bow on the top of her trousers, blowing the horn of the most primitive battle.

Meng sighed: "The girl is so beautiful, she is obviously a wife, but she still maintains such a thrilling beauty, not only the skin is tight, there is no trace of looseness and fat, and there are not even pregnancy marks." There is a strong desire to lead men to sin and conquer. I have not left a trace in my dreams, but in the face of you, I admit that I lost. ”

The girl's satin-like body stiffened slightly in the air, and her fingers seemed to freeze in the air. After being silent for a while, she sighed lightly and said, "Sanshao is not an idle person, and I am the one who loses." ”

She slowly reached out and took the clothes that had fallen off, slowly put the bandeau on the bra, and slowly put on the red dress.

Her movements are very slow and slow, like a post-modern DVD player slowing down, but there is no mechanical stiff sense of disobedience, on the contrary, her movements are extremely elegant and rhythmic, as if, when the most beautiful picture is the most eye-catching, its owner has no sense of morality and emotionlessness and gradually covers it down with a curtain, ruthlessly and gradually depriving people of the prayers and desires of their hearts.

Bending over, raising hands, and gently swinging the waist, every move of the beauty makes people's blood gush and hormones run angrily.

The girl is silent, but her body language is full of strong provocation.

A normal man, being provoked by a woman Chi Guoguo, is already a very indignant thing, but when this man can still remain silent, if it is posted to the circle of friends, even if he is not drowned by the disdainful saliva, he will inevitably be smashed by bricks and can build a new high-rise building in Dubai.

Is that a sadness?

Classmate Meng was really silent, he just quietly looked at the beautiful woman in front of him who was full of instigation and guidance for men to commit crimes.

The beauty finally got dressed up, slowly turned around, stared at classmate Meng, and giggled: "Sanshao, will you regret it, if you say it later, you will have a chance, how much ......is the Spring Festival worth a thousand gold?"

Meng said seriously: "Maybe I will regret it, but I'm afraid." ”

The girl was slightly stunned, her lips bent slightly, she sneered, and said: "As far as I know, the three young dreamers are not afraid of the sky or the earth, and I am afraid that they will look down on me and dirty your noble dreamer." Hmph—"

A hint of anger appeared on the girl's face, she bit her lips lightly, and said quietly: "Could it be that my poetry is so unbearable, isn't it even as good as Nangong Xuan's concubine Ma Wan'er?"

Classmate Meng's expression changed, and he said lightly: "Even if she is the lowest status woman in the world, she is beautiful because I love her." ”

Girl, well, is Nangong Xuan's daughter-in-law and Nangong Berlin's wife, Fang Rushi. She raised her eyebrows and said, "You can also try to love me." ”

Classmate Meng shook his head slightly. Fang Rushi's face changed, a trace of indignation flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly: "Why, you didn't even give me a try?"

Meng sighed, looked away, poured himself a glass of wine, raised his neck and drank it dry - at this moment, Fang Rushi couldn't help but stare at his neck, there were at least nine fatal points, and any blow she needed to remove the hairpin on his head could end his life.

However, Fang Rushi did not move.

Meng put down the wine glass and poured another glass, he lowered his head, and said softly while pouring the wine: "Obviously there is a hidden murderous dagger hidden in the quilt, of course it is tailor-made for me - that is also the reason why I dare not do it, I obviously had the opportunity to attack me just now, but why didn't I take action?"

Fang Rushi didn't speak, turned around silently, slowly walked to the bed, and then sat down on the round stool in front of the bed, and then suddenly buried her head and face on the mat, there seemed to be no special movement, just a shrug twitch on her shoulders, obviously, actually, unexpectedly, crying.

Crying?

Crying?

Crying?

Fang Rushi, who is amazingly talented, tenacious, and arrogant in the world, cried? !

Said that it will go out, will anyone believe it?

Classmate Meng couldn't help but be stunned.

At this moment, classmate Meng really wanted to climb to the heights, raised his arms and shouted: "Which bloody screenwriter is making nonsense, what a revenge drama, what kind of plane are you doing, tampering with it is such a mess, pinching and pulling has become an emotional drama, has your conscience been eaten by the dog? screenwriter, hurry up and climb out for me, I can not kill you, but you must change it for me, change it back!"

It's a pity that there is no screenwriter in life, and if there is, the screenwriter is himself.

Even Fang Rushi hated herself, an unqualified third-rate screenwriter, and she choked up in her voice: "At first, I hated you, you destroyed my relatives and family, you made me like a lonely bird lost in the nest, lonely, sad, and there was no place to cry, at that time, I couldn't wait to eat your flesh and sleep on your skin, so I wanted to take revenge on you, hurt the people around you and your relatives, and let you suffer the pain of your relatives being hurt." Later, I learned that you personally went down to Yandang Mountain to look for me, and I knew that I was not your opponent, although the various sects hinted that I should join their sects, hehe......"

Even though Fang Rushi's heart was like bitter water, her tone was full of disdain, and she said: "I am a dignified generation of Tianjiao, how can I mix with a group of mentally retarded people? ”

Classmate Meng stammered, dumbfounded, and looked at the person in disbelief.

There are such stubborn people in the world who would rather throw themselves under the filthy ditch than accept the help of others!

"I'm waiting. I always believe that you, a hooligan prodigal son who has worn flowers and willows, will one day come up to the Moon Tower, and when that day comes, I am confident that I can impress you with my proud figure, let you completely relax all your guards, and then, wait for the opportunity to give you a fatal blow!"

Meng thought about it, and finally nodded, if he hadn't gotten the news earlier, he had laid a firewall in his heart first, and then carefully verified them one by one, maybe he would have really lost his life here.

"Actually," Meng sighed and said, "You had a chance just now." ”

Fang Rushi shook her head and said, "Although, I'm not sure if you Sanshao are deliberately tempting me, but what I want to say is that after you really appeared in front of me tonight, I suddenly found that in fact, my hatred for you destroying the Nangong family is really very light." But there's something else I hate—"

She raised her head, looked at the golden hook gauze tent at the head of the bed, and said as if she was a little dazed: "Perhaps, the person I should hate is myself." ”

Meng said, "Huh?"

Fang Rushi said: "I have been buried here for several months, day and night, and the people who are churning and spinning in my whole mind are actually all you!"

Meng sighed softly: "Loving someone can be unforgettable, and hating someone can naturally be unforgettable." ”

Fang Rushi nodded and said, "At first, I thought it was like this, but later, try to think about it, if I really kill you, what will I do-do you know, I was suddenly confused!"

Meng was slightly stunned and said, "You can go home, you can go back to Tianshan, and you can freely roam the rivers and lakes." ”

Fang Rushi said quietly: "I'm like this, where else can I go back?"

Meng was stunned and speechless.

Fang Rushi fell into the dust, whether it is in the Fang family or in the Tianshan Mountains, proud as her, dignity and chastity, has been shattered, the former aura has dissipated, although the sky and the earth are big, but there is really no place for her.

And the root of all this, the initiator, is the dream classmate.

Meng's brows furrowed. This woman, Yu Jiangzhe sniped his parents, although she was spared because of the intervention of the fairy, but it was also a layer of hatred. Moreover, what made him most sad and indignant was that she actually seriously injured Yu Qianbao - although he repeatedly emphasized and implied that his relationship with Yu Qianbao was absolutely pure, and there was no such thing as a back-to-back complex, but it was that kind of strange feeling that made him hate the other party Rushi, and he did not hesitate to launch a vigorous effort to promote the bloody struggle of the rivers and lakes, and pile up the bloody wind of martial arts in the Central Plains.

According to his reasoning calculation, when he walked out of Yandang Mountain, Fang Rushi would feel weak and weak, and under the pull of various sects, he would seek the protection of a certain sect. In that way, when the rivers and lakes appear in the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", Fang Rushi will definitely participate in the competition in the form of a name, so that the dream classmates lurking in the shadows can be killed in one fell swoop!

God knows, Fang Rushi, who is full of arrogance, would rather fall into the dust and embark on the road of no return, rather than be ashamed!

When Meng learned about Fang Rushi's situation, he knew that the plan of "Washing the Marrow Sutra" to lure the snake out of the hole was declared dead.

Fang Rushi, what kind of woman is she?

Meng thought about it a lot, but she never thought that one day, she would tell him that the person she thought about all day was him.

In fact, why not dream of his classmates?

Perhaps, the only difference between them is that if Fang Rushi, a woman, dies, he will still have a very colorful life. And after Ruomeng's classmate died, this woman was afraid that she would fall into a dark life forever.

Fang Rushi seemed to mumble to herself, and said: "Sometimes I can't help but think, if you are not alive, I'm afraid, I don't even have a person to think about......"

Dream is gone.

He didn't kill Fang Rushi.

Not sympathy, or pity.

When an unforgettable hatred is suddenly occupied by love one day, whether it is spiritual enlightenment, or soul awakening, or emotional shock, all of these gradually fade the hatred between them.

Perhaps, love and hate, hate and love, sometimes it is difficult to distinguish clearly.

When love is strong, it turns into hatred, which is what many couples have experienced.

Hate turns to love at the extreme, and that's really rare.

Perhaps, it was this rare emotion that moved him and made him let go of his hatred for her.

Walking out of the lonely long street, the night breeze was blowing, and the dream classmate felt a little unbearable in his heart, and he paused, but he didn't look back, even if it was, he seemed to feel a pair of eyes with deep affection and affection silently watching his back at a window, and he finally sighed lightly and walked away.

The pair of eyes full of attachment and reluctance looked at the long street obsessively, and her owner whispered softly: "You promised me that you will come to see me often, I know that you will not break your word......"