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The army is boring, except for the whole day's practice and patrolling, but Jinliang's tent is full of excitement. It is not known when the imperial court's suppressing army will come, and these soldiers want to come to Jinliang to have fun when they have nothing to do. The people in this tent are not like those ordinary military prostitutes, they are not very interesting, the beauty in this tent dances well, sings well, and has a soft body, there are countless men in the army who want to sleep with him.

It's a pity that the Ma family's army is under strict control, and the beauty in the tent has retired from the tent of the general Ma Weishan... Spies, there are not many people in the army who are close to Fangze.The soldiers in the Ma's army are not forbidden to have fun, but there should be a measure, but Jinliang is more and more beautiful, every frown, smile, twist and turn is all glamorous, which seduces these rough men out of their souls , wanting to go to him every day, every time I leave the tent, it seems that someone has sucked the energy, and I look a lot older.

Even Ma Weishan's lieutenant general couldn't help himself, and his face was full of spring when discussing with him. Ma Weishan gave the lieutenant a cold look, his brows and eyes were as cold as the icy edge of winter, and he wanted to shoot him through. He sneered, He kicked the bench under the lieutenant general, and the legs of the chair broke, and the eight-foot-tall lieutenant fell to the ground in embarrassment, hurting from the impact. Feeling angry, he raised his head, met Ma Weishan's eyes, and felt Surprised, regardless of the pain in his body, he quickly knelt down and pleaded guilty: "I don't know what mistake the general made to make the general angry."

"If you didn't have some potential to use your skills, the general cut you down with a knife, wouldn't it be very pleasant in the tent of the military prostitute? You will have a good aftertaste!" Ma Weishan put his hands behind his back, and his voice was full of anger: "You are both In this way, I am afraid that there are many people in this army who are fascinated by him, hehe, I have the ability! I really have the ability!" Ma Weishan laughed angrily, and strode out, like that, towards Jinliang's camp .

According to the date, Du Ping is going to Jinliang's tent to treat him today, the young man is now playing and singing every night, having fun with the men in the army, no matter one person or two, if things go on like this, his body can't take it anymore, the general ordered again But it can't make people die, so Du Ping has to go to give him medicine from time to time, but I don't know if the young man is very talented, although his injuries are serious, he heals quickly.Today, he just got out of the medical tent, and from a distance, he saw General Ma Weishan walking towards Jinliang's tent angrily. Du Ping hesitated for a moment, then trotted to Jinliang's tent with the medicine box.

Du Ping just ran to the front of the tent when he heard a lazy and beautiful voice. The voice entered his ears and made Du Ping's back numb and his whole body tingling: "Why is Doctor Du running so fast?"

Du Ping looked a little dazed, and suddenly there was another sound of a teacup falling to the ground, waking him up. Du Ping regained his composure and opened the tent door. Burning, allowing people to see clearly the scene in the tent, a wide low bed, covered by a light gauze beside the bed, lying on the bed a young man in red clothes reclined, half a bed with black hair, half open in red clothes, as gorgeous as blood, The young man's skin is whiter than snow, his eyebrows and eyes are full of deceptive love, but he always half-closes his eyes, and under the cold light of red candles, he can't see those eyes clearly.

Du Ping looked at him through the veil, and felt in a trance that the boy in front of him was not the boy he was back then. Jin Liang had been in the Ma's army for two years. I also met a few times and talked a few times. At that time, although he was a bit more tempered and coquettish, he didn't have the slightest bit of coquettishness. Besides, it's not a big deal for Ma Weishan to be spoiled by Ma Weishan when he has a bad temper, but in the end What can't be forgotten is his big eyes, wet, clear and clean. When he looks at you, his heart is soft without smiling. When he smiles, he feels warm in winter.

Unlike the young man in front of you, you can't see his eyes, but you feel that his whole body is full of charm, obviously the candlelight is dancing, but it is full of coldness, like the coldness coming from hell, Du Ping sniffed, He even felt that he smelled a stench from the ghost.

"The general is coming to your tent. It looks very angry." Du Ping shook his head, discarding these vain thoughts, and sighed, "The general was angry last time, and you were punished..." Du Ping paused He had already heard from the soldiers that Jinliang was humiliated by four bandits in the camp that day, and he healed the wound on Jinliang himself: "I don't know what will happen this time. The old man has been in the army for [-] years. Twelve and Thirteen, I know that the general is decisive and merciless, and the old man has never seen him be kind, so...you should be careful, don't provoke him."

"Doctor Du is kind-hearted," Jin Liang chuckled, propping himself up, his long legs half-covered from where the red clothes slipped, and he sat sideways on the bed, lifting the white veil with his slender and fair arms, and the exposed The blue, purple, and red marks on the white flesh have not disappeared, revealing the beauty of sex and violence. Jin Liang's long hair hangs down, and he tilts his head slightly, as if watching Du Ping talking, but his eyes are hidden in the dark, Only half of his face can be seen, his skin is as white as snow, and his lips are as red as blood. He whispered softly, as if the seductive words of a ghost in the middle of the night: "Let's leave this dirty place early, it's too late." , it won’t work.”

Ma Weishan forcefully opened the curtain, Du Ping was no longer in the tent, there was a red slender figure on the bed, the curtain was full of color.

"Good job!" Ma Weishan stood in the tent, his cold eyes fell on the figure through the light veil: "I opened the brothel in the barracks, but this general underestimated you, and you can't live without a man." bitch!"

"Hehehe," the person in the tent seemed to have heard some interesting joke, and laughed. The laughing person's voice was like pearls and jade falling on a plate, which was pleasant to hear, but for some reason, the laughter made people feel a chill, just laugh, The man stepped on the ground with bare feet, stood up slowly, and said, "General, are you here to be Jinliang's benefactor?"

Ma Weishan's gaze has been on Jin Liang. He is wearing a red dress that hangs down to his ankles. His white ankle bones and round toes are dazzling on the dark, dry and cracked ground. The red dress is thin and loosely tied around his waist. The knot can't cover his slender legs and chest, nor can it cover the seductive marks on it. His long hair hangs behind him, and the red lips are printed with jumping candle flames. He is so beautiful.

But Ma Weishan's eyes tightened, and he looked at him quietly, and after a long time, he made a sound.

"Who are you?" Ma Weishan said calmly, "Where is Jinliang now?"

"General," Jin Liang was on the verge of weeping, his appearance was very lovable, and he said pitifully, "My family is Jin Liang, doesn't the general recognize my family?"

Ma Weishan was unmoved, with fierce eyes as if he wanted to tear it into pieces: "This general is impatient to argue with you, where is Jinliang? Or is this another trick by Zhao Yuan? This general has been with him for two years , I won’t admit it wrong, you look exactly like him, but your eyes are not his.”

Hearing this murderous sentence, the person opposite him lowered his head and remained silent.

Ma Weishan waited for a while, his patience was exhausted, and he took half a step forward to catch him. The man suddenly raised his head, and his appearance startled Ma Weishan—that face... was bruised and swollen, and blood flowed from it. His eyes and nose dripped slowly, and the chin that had been removed was twisted and hung on his head. At a glance, he could see the red tongue, white teeth and stinking white liquid inside.

Ma Weishan's heart beat violently, and he took a step back.

That horrible face let out a moan: "I'm in so much pain....I'm in so much pain...They tortured me so much..."

"You can't hear...why can't you hear..."

"I can't speak...I can't speak..."

"It hurts...they...they tortured mother too...mother...father...I'm in pain..."

"General...I'm in so much pain..."

Ma Weishan heard the sound of weeping, faint and sad, echoing in the tent, echoing in Ma Weishan's ears.

One sound at a time, beating on his heart.

That terrifying face did not frighten Ma Weishan. He paused slightly, and slowly raised his hand from the side of his body, wanting to touch his side face lightly. The stone knife cut his heart one by one, and he seemed to be in pain along with it.

He Ma Weishan, the iron-blooded general who slept on the corpse mountain and scraped the bones to remove the carrion, felt pain for the first time.

The crying stopped.

Ma Weishan heard Jinliang's voice, which was faint.

He said, "He's dead."

He said, "He died in that tent. Those four people are not human beings, but animals."

He said: "As soon as he died, he turned into a ghost, and the resentment was in his throat, and he couldn't let it go."

He said: "When a person dies, he is a ghost. He is very resentful and hateful."

He said, "Jinliang wants you all to die and go to hell."

Ma Weishan's hand was stretched out in the air, his hand couldn't touch that terrifying face after all, and suddenly, he saw a charming and beautiful face again, as if everything that was terrifying just now was an illusion, Jin Liang twisted his waist Backed away, some distance away from Ma Weishan, inadvertently dodged the palm.

Ma Weishan never took back his hand, the coldness in his eyes had long disappeared, and the grief slowly climbed up. He didn't know why he mourned. After hearing the news that all the members of the Ma clan were beheaded, he only felt angry, the anger of being calculated, the anger of being betrayed Angry, at this moment, looking at that familiar but unfamiliar face, he felt so painful, why...why did it hurt so much?

"You lied to me," Ma Weishan looked up at him, eyes full of disbelief, but his voice did not fluctuate: "Jin Liang is still here, give me back my Jin Liang."

"Your Jinliang?" Jin Liang laughed loudly, Yin Qi gushed out from under Jin Liang's feet, filling the tent in an instant, red candles wept in the cold and gray Yin Qi, Jin Liang's red clothes turned into blood clothes, and his eyes were red , terrifying and glamorous.

"How ridiculous, General Ma." Jin Liang grinned: "How dare you say such a thing, how shameless? You can't even recognize him, and you still say it's your Jin Liang... Ah, and Just now," Jin Liang playfully acted coquettishly, but taking advantage of the gloomy atmosphere in the room, it only made people afraid: "You said that you have been with him for two years, but when he stands in front of you, you can't recognize him anymore. Hmph, all men are virtuous."

Ma Weishan looked at him quietly, his eyes were deep, he lowered his hands, stood in the tent, his whole body was blue from the cold, but he never thought of leaving.

Jin Liang's five fingers became claws, and blood-red nails grew out. He smiled coquettishly and walked slowly to Ma Weishan, raised his hand, aimed at his chest, lifted his face, and blew on Ma Weishan, and the scent rushed into his body. Ma Weishan's nose said: "General, let the servant accompany you, huh?"

Ma Weishan looked at him, those big eyes were so beautiful, just like that Jin Liang who was willing to go with him just because of a bunch of grapes, Ma Weishan suddenly smiled, his smile was a little soft, just like those days when he hugged Jin Liang, he He held Jin Liang's wrist, and exerted light force to stop Jin Liang's movement. Amid Jin Liang's surprised expression, he touched his cold skin without a trace of warmth.

Jin Liang was surprised that he could touch him, and he couldn't go any further in the direction of Ma Weishan. Jin Liang's blood-red eyes slowly shed blood and tears, and he tried harder.

"Don't move," Ma Weishan said, with a gentle voice: "I am a body of seven kills, born with evil spirits, killing tens of thousands of people, and gods and ghosts are not close to me, you stand, don't hurt you."

Jin Liang didn't believe it, his hatred was overwhelming, he instantly turned into a terrifying ghost, but it was true as Ma Weishan said, he couldn't touch him, but Ma Weishan could easily catch him, his hatred became stronger again, and his resentment seemed to be To break through this little tent.

"Hahaha! Thieves! Thieves! You are nothing! You are against me everywhere! You make me feel bad! You are wrong!" Jin Liang suddenly stopped his offensive, and Yang Tian let out a long laugh. The voice made people's head swell and ache: "Ma Weishan, just wait, I will let you know what life is better than death."

After he finished speaking, Yin Qi rushed back to the soles of his feet, and in a blink of an eye, the beautiful boy in blood disappeared into the tent without a sound.

Ma Weishan stared straight at the place where he was standing, squatting down, touching the slightly cold ground, he lowered his head, for a long, long time, a drop of blood and tears fell on it, and soon disappeared in the mud.

"You were born with the body of the Seven Killers. You are born with evil spirits, ruthless and desireless. Gods and ghosts are not close to you. In the future, you will be a life that will be stained with blood. I don't ask you how much affection you have for the Ma family. I just ask you to protect me." The Ma family, being loyal to the emperor and serving the country is also repaying the Ma family's love for raising you." When he was five years old, his mother said to him with an indifferent face.