Pretty Her

All the senses disappear, only the wonderful taste of the lips. The hungry man suddenly met a feast and wanted to solve the dilemma immediately, but he couldn't bear to enjoy it too soon. The pain was slowly suppressed.

He desperately pressed the antidote under his tongue and tried to **** out more nectar. He just scratched a small hole with a knife just now, and the blood drops that had been scooped out had been licked clean.

He usually caused the disease, and his own blood was prepared, and he did not need to take blood by himself. Now the incident is sudden, and a heart is burned and hardened by desire, and I just want a little more.

In the past, he was extremely disgusted with this method of healing, often taking antidote, but felt that the smell was unbearable, but today is different. He tasted the blood of the young girl who rolled up a little bit on the tip of his tongue, and found it sweet and delicious.

The dagger in his hand was still open, and he glanced at him, holding her sleeves calmly.

The young girl probably saw his thoughts. The stiff and stupid person who was just now was scared back. Dairy's eyebrows were tight and her voice was scared: "You have just scratched one of my fingers. Do you want to scratch one more now?"

The words had not fully recovered, and she looked at her weakly.

She wore a maidservant's dress, which was loose and usual. Looking up, I saw her smooth forehead, slender willow eyebrows, and her eyes as clear as black jade. After most of the face was hidden behind the veil, a peach was embroidered on the veil. It was beautiful and charming, and was blown by the wind, as if dangling from the branches.

She was very fragrant, and she was smelling Luo Guihanlu, and the aroma drifted into the wind, puffed into his nose, warm and warm, like an hour in the sun, opened her eyes and suddenly saw the lotus flowers blooming in the pond.

"Come over here."

The girl shook her head, "No."

The frown of speech frowned.

He hasn't been rejected for a long time. In recent years, even the Holy Spirit has to obey him, not to mention the people in the house.

He asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The girl replied timidly: "I know, Master Shoufu."

He narrowed his eyes, his heavy eyes staring at her. Although his voice was light, but his words were cold: "Since you are not willing to come over, stand there and listen. If you dare to reveal something about today A word, I'll call you nine. "

She didn't even reply, stood there idly, catching his eyes and staring at him with big eyes.

He regarded her as a maidservant: "Push me back to the house."

At this moment, the young girl pulled her leg away, taking his words as a breeze, and looking back at him as she ran, with fear in her eyes.

The words lingered and shouted subconsciously, "You are back."

She didn't look back and ran faster than the rabbit.

The frowns on the words became tighter and tighter. How could there be such a bold slave in the government?

For a long time, he finally recovered, and his energy slowly came up, no need to rely on anyone to push him back. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth. A hint of red was her blood.

Although people are not interested, fortunately, there is still some use.

He stared for a few seconds before rubbing his handkerchief into a ball and pushing the wheelchair forward slowly.

After that, Yu Yuyao finished his affairs and took a break, remembering what happened that night, hesitated for a moment and sent someone to look for it.

After searching for a long time, no one was found. The housekeeper spoke back and said that there was no girl who met the characteristics to receive the reward.

The reward of one hundred and two gold is unexpected.

The words closed the book and said, "Where is the man in the house, why can't he find it? Keep looking."

He had no intention of looking for her, just because he remembered what he had said, and what he said was not a wordless and unbelieving person. Say you want to reward her.

The first was for rewards, and the next time the illness arose, the idea of ​​finding people became more intense.

Facing the fresh antidote, Yan Yu found that he couldn't get out of his mouth. After half an hour and more than half an hour of sin, I barely drunk the medicine.

In the past, in order to survive, I could only follow the doctor's instructions and use the blood of my virgin to take medicine. But now that I have tasted the sweet antidote flowing in the girl's body, I can't stand the antidote taken by other people.

With so much thought, I want to drink again.

The girl's blood was on the tip of her tongue and it would not make him nauseous. Her blood is extraordinarily delicious.

The words spoke back to God, and regretfully regretted it. Knowing this, she should have brought her back that night. A man like him who is deeply tortured by illnesses will take whatever means he can to comfort himself.

I didn't think much about it. I gave a new order and asked the housekeeper to take people and look for them in a room to summon all the girls in the house.

Small courtyard.

Luyu came back from the outside, and saw the beauty under the flower rattan frame is embroidering, touching and beautiful, but the embroidered things are not ducks or geese. Suddenly inattentive, he stuck his fingers and blood shed.

Luyu hurried forward, feeling extremely distressed, and secretly lamented that figures like their four girls should be offered in the sky, and should not be contaminated by the sufferings of the world. Spiked an embroidered finger, and people looked around, and the needle was just like piercing them, making people want to suffer for her.

Luyu was so anxious that she was sweating, and she was looking for something to apply. Yan Wan took back her hands without hesitation and looked at the blood splattering between her fingers, as if thinking about something interesting, and casually threw out the sentence: "What did you just tell me?"

The green jade froze, and raised her eyes to see the beauty covering her wounded forefinger with her lips, and froze slightly.

With a light movement, human eyes are straight.

She looked at her, "You say it."

Luyu just returned to God and quickly answered: "Just when I arrived in the front yard, the housekeeper said nothing, so I stood outside waiting, yes, there are other girls in the girl's house, a total of ten people, Everyone waited for an hour. After the housekeeper came out, he ordered everyone to cut everyone's fingers. Each of them dropped a few drops of blood into the bowl. After entering the house holding the bowl, someone sent a message and said, let's go back. "

She had just finished speaking, she smiled softly, and asked, "Is this the case these days?"

Lu Yu nodded, leaning forward mysteriously: "All the maids have been cut off their fingers to get blood, which is said to be a blood test for a big man."

The smile on the lips is stronger.

Where is the blood test for relatives, clearly is to taste blood to find people.

She was only admitted to the government at the age of six. Before the age of six, she was sick and ill, and relied on precious herbs to renew her life. Her physique was naturally different from that of others, and she was still taking the secret medicine buried as a child. That is probably the reason.

The same fragile body brought out from the mother's womb is not as good luck as her. His illness makes his physical senses different from ordinary people. Whenever he has an attack, he will feel thousands of times more pain.

He is very sensitive and has a strong taste. The blood of different people tastes in his mouth, which is completely different.

In that chamber, Yuyu couldn't find anyone late, and each time she had an attack, she had hope in her heart, and she suffered even more.

The more unavailable, the more obsessed.

He was pale, sweating from his forehead, and a bowl of fresh blood was in front of his eyes. The steward knelt on the ground and persuaded, "Master, you should be wronged and drink it."

Yanyu licked the corner of her mouth, remembering the fragrant young girl who had inadvertently found that day, and squeezed out a few words between her teeth: "... go on ... continue to find ...

The steward has followed the words for many years, taking care of him since he was young, and now seeing him like this, he is extremely sad.

I do n’t know what happened to the adults, but suddenly they became picky eaters. Fortunately, they were stubborn day by day. If they endure this, they still refuse to talk.

The steward was helpless, thinking that it was not food for three meals a day, but drinking a bowl of blood would alleviate the symptoms. I drank it for so many years.

The speech paralyzed in a wheelchair, panting slightly, and closing his eyes, full of the sweet taste of that day.

He endured for an hour, but ultimately failed to survive, and almost died in the end, and was finally forced to fill the medicine by the housekeeper.

Picky eaters are also good. At first, it hurt, and he couldn't bear it anymore. Now, in order to wait for the coveted blood, he can persist for a while.

A month later, the speech broke out again. This time, just in the night, a thought flashed through his mind, too late to do other thoughts, and propped himself up in a wheelchair to Xiaozhulin.

Waiting on the blue slab-paved path, I didn't dare to mention the lantern, because I was afraid of hitting the grass and scaring the snake.

Time passes by every minute.

He stared anxiously at the end of the bamboo forest.

If I remember correctly, the last time I met her was fifteen.

The pain spread from the chest, running along the blood, pulling his teeth and pulling every nerve in his body.

He couldn't help shaking, grabbed the handrail of the wheelchair and stared straight ahead.

The night was too dark, and the summer wind was blowing, setting off a surge of bamboo forests, just as he was about to pass out, he suddenly saw something moving in the dark.

He wanted to speak, but had no strength, breathing became faster and faster, afraid to miss it.

In the darkness, the girl came on the wind, and the waves were blue behind her. Her eyes were not eyes, but stars in the sky fell into the sky.

"grown ups."

The aroma is tangy, soft and charming.

Want.

I want it now.

Want to drink her blood.

The thirst for desire swelled deep inside, and with all his strength, he tried to reach out his hand.

Before he met her, she had already moved one step ahead.

The girl took the initiative to cut her finger and handed it to his lips, "Master, have you got sick again? Drink my blood."

He swallowed and couldn't wait.

People like burns slammed into the bottom of the icy lake, and every inch of ruined skin was extremely cool, and the pain disappeared. As long as they were surrounded by water, they could be saved.

She is his lake.

He made up his mind that he must not miss this opportunity.

He caught her while the girl hadn't retracted her hand, and her eyes widened. "Master, what are you doing?"

He hoarsely said, "You come to me and I will give you two thousand gold."

The girl shook her head: "It's hard to obey."

He gripped tighter, his pale face grim, "You have been hiding for so many days and don't want to reward him if you don't show up. What's the purpose?"

He almost turned the mansion to the sky. He didn't find her. He thought she had run away secretly, so he could hide under his eyelids, but didn't want her to appear again.

Before she answered his first question, he asked, "Are you a man or a ghost?"

She refused to throw a word for half a word, lowering her head blindly, her body trembling slightly, her eyebrows frowning, soft and weak.

He looked at her, squinting for a moment, reaching out to lift her veil.

She was just his slave, and he was ugly and beautiful for him to **** blood. It had nothing to do with it. He shouldn't have cared about her face.

But now, somehow, he desperately wanted a glimpse of the true features behind the veil.

The hand just touched it, the wind blew over, and the peach blossom embroidered on the veil slipped gently from the back of his hand, and he held his breath subconsciously.

At this moment, the girl was pushing him away while he was unprepared.

If she was his opponent in normal times, but now he had not completely escaped from the pain, and even had no strength to make Yu Qizi, how could she get her back.

She was trivial and almost let him fall off the wheelchair. Words simply counted and fell off the wheelchair.

She turned around and saw him fall to the ground, turned around quickly, and just stopped before, but stopped, looked at him alertly, and asked with concern, "Master, how are you doing?"

He looked at her coldly: "Do you think I can do this?"

She was anxious, wanted to help him, but didn't dare to come forward, her voice was soft and soft, "Sir, I'll call someone, you wait here for a while."

He called her, "No, I don't want to alarm others, just help me get up."

She refused to stand, twisting her sleeves with both hands.

He saw her worry and Shen said: "I don't have the strength to restrain you."

She then tempted to move away. Small, small steps, walking towards him, the jewels and pearls of the clouds and smoke, exposed from the water-trimmed skirt, pointy, like a fish out of the water, floated back and returned, a moment, Annoyed.

One of the parables is to be proud of Qing, never to be stale in anything, in front of people, always a lonely look, of course, except for medicine.

There is one more now.

He asked himself not to be a rogue, but he was really scratching his heart and lungs. He didn't wait for her to reach her, and grabbed her without thinking too much. He just thought that he would never let her go today.

She tripped over him, slammed down, fell heavily on him, just got up, stepped on the moss and slipped, almost crushing him.

His abrupt behavior scared the girl out of her mind, and she just wanted to stay away from him and stepped on him several times in confusion.

By the time he returned to God, the girl had already penetrated into the night wind like a smoke, and something was blowing in the wind, which just landed on his hand.

It was a blown veil.

He squeezed the veil in his hand, his eyes smelt low, and her aroma remained on it.

A poem popped into my head at this moment.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

When the housekeeper arrived, Yu Zhizhi had been lying on the ground and looked at an hour star. His wheelchair was kicked deep into the bamboo forest by the girl and he couldn't get up.

The housekeeper took a closer look and was frightened.

Have you ever seen a housekeeper howling at this point? The owner came out of business at the age of fourteen, and since then has gone smoothly and skyrocketed. No one has dared to make the owner look like this ashamed face.

The steward waited carefully and prepared for the anger of speech. He never thought about it, but saw a smile on his face, as if he had met something good. Send someone to guard in the bamboo forest, set up the organs, and once the woman is captured, immediately send it to me without mistake. "

The strategy of waiting for the rabbits did not work. He laid the Tianluodi net, but no one appeared again.

One of the sayings became more and more boring day by day, and his face became more gloomy when he saw that it was time to drink medicine again.

On this day he thought of the garden's cricket flower, how he thought and how he did not like it. If it weren't for the night when he wanted to see the beautiful scenery, then he would not have met that girl. Without meeting her, he would never know that there was such sweet and delicious blood in the world.

After trying a bit of mountain and sea food, how can I try Tribulus Terrestris again.

The words went to the garden, intending to pluck the pimple flowers in person. When the housekeeper saw that he was going to the garden, he quickly made a false accusation, saying that the girls at home were starting a poetry club in the garden.

It's not for the defense of men and women, it's just that they don't like to care about these sisters.

He has always been impatient in women's affairs. He didn't even have a girl in the room. Besides, he dragged the corpse, there was no need to start a family.

Countless people in Ancheng were jealous of Mrs. Shoufu's seat, but no one dared to speak in proverbial terms. Last time the queen mother mentioned a word, eagerly trying to match her niece to the verbalist, she was rejected on the spot. Strong attitude, no room for negotiation.

Everyone knows that the person who Ancheng can't offend the most is not the young lord, the queen mother, but the verbal assistant.

Today's weather is good. I pushed the wheelchair in the sun for a while, and my mood eased a little. The housekeeper said, "I don't need to drive them away, I will come back when I go."

He came to the garden and saw four or five little girls in the distance. One of them stood under the flower arch, and it didn't seem to be seen.

Yan Yu glanced at it, then hurriedly retracted his gaze.

To be unconscionable, these sisters in the family, he didn't care.

Yanyu pushed by the wheelchair and walked by. The Yanjia girls heard the movement and looked at him. They were shocked. They bent down and saluted, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out.

After the death of Yan Fu, the language of Yu Fu is the heaven of words. After they get married, they have to rely on his asylum.

The faint nodded his head and asked, "From the Poetry Society?"

Six girls hurriedly approached: "Yes, the Spring Festival feast is made of Liu."

There is no chatty interest in words. If you ask a word, it is even a sibling. He continued to move forward, passing under the flower arch, and suddenly smelled the familiar aroma in the wind.

He stopped, frowned and asked, "Who smoked Luo Guihanlu?"

Speaking girls, hold on, you push me, I push you, no one dares to take the words.

"it's me."

Looking at the words, a slender young girl came out of the white light and shadow, with several peach trees embroidered on her skirt, and came to him. "Brother, what's wrong with my incense?"

The words fixed her tightly.

Something flashed in my mind.

Yes, he only knew to find a girl, but he never wanted to find someone among the sisters at home.

The doctor had instructed that he could only drink the blood of a bloodless person for this illness, but all relatives who contained the same blood as him would only rush and not relieve pain. So he never doubted the sisters at home.

Now that she smelled the incense she smelled, and saw the peach on her skirt, she suddenly remembered something.

There is one of the younger sisters in the family.

One of the metaphors is a pair of dark eyes that look like cold stars: "You are ..."

Yan Wanrou said, "I'm Awan, brother."

There is no hesitation in saying: "You follow me."