The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

This time the man seemed to have made up his mind to kill him, so he took out a sharp knife and stabbed it towards his heart, and then he heard the sound of a copper basin falling to the ground, and a maid who didn't know when she walked in was already dumbfounded , the man was also startled, the sharp blade in his hand trembled a little, but only cut one of Wu Ci'er's nipples, and then took off his hand.

The man was startled, jumped out of the wall in a few steps, and flew away. Wu Ci'er fell on the edge of the well with a pale face, completely absent-minded. Ci'er stopped it.

"It's okay, I'm okay..." He gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, but just took two steps, he knelt down again, got up again, fell down again, and repeated several times until his trembling legs obeyed again. took his own call.

This was just a demonstration, it came from a woman, and that woman was the wife of his man, with a gentle name called Feng Qinglan.

A few days ago, Luo Duanzhou, in his rage and despair, wanted to seek revenge on that ancient appearance, but as soon as he stepped out of the door, he was stopped by the woman kneeling outside.

The woman's face was full of tears, the pear blossoms were raining, her delicate body was shaking, and she cried and asked: "Husband, where are you going?"

Luo Duanzhou snorted coldly and said, "Take someone's life."

Wu Ci'er casually put on his pants and stepped forward anxiously, but saw Luo Duanzhou stop in front of the woman. He caught a glimpse of the woman's swollen belly, and his already chilled heart felt like falling into an abyss.

"Who is she?" Wu Ci'er put her arms around Luo Duanzhou's waist from behind, and asked in a trembling voice, "What's the relationship between this woman and you? Tell me..." Even though there was a faint uneasiness in his heart, such a Luo Duanzhou It is not surprising that something out of the ordinary has been done, but it still feels unbearable to actually see it.

Luo Dunzhou only felt that his back was wet, upset, and shouted at the daughter: "Go away!"

The woman shook her head, glanced timidly at Wu Ci'er's thin body, and said, "This little brother, my concubine is Duanzhou..."

Before finishing a sentence, a silver leaf flew out and threateningly passed by the woman's ear. Luo Duanzhou raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "You are so rude and talkative and want to enter my Luo family, it's just wishful thinking."

Hearing this, Wu Ci'er shook violently. He pushed Luo Duanzhou away, with tears in his eyes, he shook his head in a daze and said, "You...are you really going to marry a little wife?"

Seeing that Wu Ci'er lost his mind, Luo Duanzhou tried to pull him back, but the man dodged him.

"No," the woman said neither humble nor overbearing, "This concubine is Feng Qinglan, the official wife of Duanzhou Mingmei,..."

When Luo Dunzhou got angry, he wanted to pat the woman with his palm, but the woman passed out at this moment. Wu Ci'er looked at Luo Duanzhou with a big sigh, then hugged the woman and hurried away, staring blankly at the still With a tall back, this man just disappeared in front of him, as if he had never been there before. He stood there thinking for a long time, wiped his face, and found that his palms were covered with water stains.

A few servants who didn't know when they arrived seemed to be watching a joke, and pointed at Nanman who was standing at the door. Wu Ci'er's head was blank for a while, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

He thought of the women in his hometown, those women with curvaceous waists, if they found out that their lover was cheating, they would put a poisonous snake to kill him, and then he would drink the poison himself so that they could go to the underworld to settle the score together, asking why the lover was so heartless .

He followed Luo Duanzhou three years ago, and climbed into this man's bed before his body was fully developed. He still remembers biting the man's ear and saying, "Don't blame me." The man's eyes were startled, Then he smiled like a spring breeze, raised his chin to press a kiss, and whispered softly, "How could it be..."

For a man who attracts love, romantic debt is indispensable. When Wu Ci'er first found out that a man went to a brothel without telling him, he felt that the words of a man from the Central Plains were probably unbelievable.There have been many quarrels and separations, and each time he clearly made up his mind, saying to himself, to make this man regret it, let this romantic ghost regret it...

As a result, it evolved to the end, like fate, all squabbles and quarrels will evolve into a kind of fun, just like Zhao Nuanzhou said, "As usual, we will make up in one night. If the rusty lid of the pot is broken, it must be pasted together.”

Unexpectedly, this repeated drama could not continue in the end.

In fact, he knew one thing, which was the source of his secret panic. He knew that Luo Duanzhou liked women, or in other words, he has always liked women and has not changed.

Wu Ci'er is not a woman, but he can use his youthful vigor, cleanliness and beauty as a bargaining chip. Luo Duanzhou once told him that this man said when he entered him for the first time:

"I just like your spotless and beautiful appearance, Ah Ci..."

Now, this sentence, like the scriptures chanted repeatedly by those monks in the Buddhist altar, got into his ears and buzzed in his head, and then his blood began to stir, he was a little at a loss and subconsciously covered it His ears couldn't resist the humming, and it seemed like a blunt instrument was scratching at his heart, so he squatted down with a low whimper.

Surrounded by mocking or sympathetic eyes, he only felt that he would walk on the same road of no return with his master.

In heaven and earth, he would never run into a man's arms because he went the wrong way, because he would no longer get lost.

That night, Luo Duanzhou accompanied Feng Qinglan the whole night.

The next day, and for the next few days, Luo Duanzhou never thought of going to Yishui Pavilion to seek revenge.

Wu Ci'er was placed alone in the side room Xiaoxuan. Luo Duanzhou occasionally came a few times, but never brought a jug of wine, and usually drank alone.

Once, Wu Ci'er was watching from the side, and when Luo Duanzhou was almost drunk, he carefully stepped forward, untied the man's belt, then leaned forward, and gently serviced the man's object.

After the fishy liquid poured out of his mouth, he reached out to stretch his head, but was stopped by Luo Duanzhou.

"Don't...you don't need it," the man said with a belch.

Wu Ci'er opened his mouth and said, "Why not?"

The man didn't answer, picked up the jug, poured the spout down, and the remaining ice-cold liquid drenched Wu Ci'er's upturned head, the man was already drunk, he said: "Who are you... ..."

In Luo Duanzhou's memory, there is still the picture of that petite boy bumping into his arms, with a slightly green smile on that little face, his smooth and clean body and sharp personality have not changed, but now this boy is It's already very different from what I remember.

"Is this my fault?" Wu Ci'er smiled, stood up, and asked softly.

Luo Duanzhou, with drunken eyes, gave him a smirk, and said, "God knows."

Hearing this, Wu Ci'er stood in a daze for a moment, and then began to undress until there was no thread left.

"Look at me," he asked, pressing the man's shoulder, "I'm making you sick like this? It's ugly? Isn't it?"

The man hiccupped and didn't speak. There was a hint of dodge in his eyes for some reason. Wu Ci'er pressed his shoulder with one hand, and forcibly expanded it under her body with the other. She broke out in a cold sweat and said, "If you don't try, how will you know?" Okay, how do you know, why do you..."

However, the man did not make it with him after all, and the sudden vomit of alcohol came as a surprise, Wu Ci'er was taken aback, patted his back to let him breathe, and then said: "Satzhou, it's really nice for us to come back this time." separate from each other, okay?"

The man waved his hands in the air indiscriminately, and said with a silly smile: "No, no..."

Hearing this, Wu Ci'er let go of her hand, and took a few steps back.

"What do you think of me, what do you think of me?" He sat on the ground naked like this, covering his face with his hands, sobbing in a muffled voice.

If such a tasteless relationship insists on being maintained, besides torturing each other, what else can it lead to?

Suffer, suffer.

Not long after, Luo Duanzhou temporarily left Qing'an City for some reason, and there was no one else around except Feng Qinglan.

On the day Wu Ci'er moved to the servant's house, he also handed in heavy chores. He was nothing, so why should he eat and live for nothing, but he had to wait for Luo Duanzhou to come back, just like before, he Will wait for him to come back.

There was a rain at noon yesterday, and he was cleaning the steps in the rain. Seeing the muddy water being swept out little by little, he felt inexplicably happy. He took the broom to sweep the dirt out, and the corner of his mouth appeared Smiling, as if tireless, until the excessively high body temperature rushed up, and fell straight into the rain.

The servants didn't dare to go forward, and after he quietly got up and returned to the house, he fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up in a daze, he met the killer invited by Feng Qinglan by the well, the ridiculous thing was that the killer Too useless to take his life.

Surprised by this, he finally found a reason to go back to the house and continue to rest, and slept until night.

At night, he had a fever, and it seemed that someone was pressing on him. At first he didn't care, but when a pair of big hands started to grab his pants, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the strange servant and said, "Let go! How dare you... Luo Satin will kill you."

The man smiled, breathing warmly into his ears, and said, "Do you think he will come back to pick you up? Why do you think you stayed here? He gave it to you, do you know?"

"nonsense……"

"I'm talking nonsense? Look at how you are being bullied now, without Luo Duanzhou's acquiescence, how dare you?"

The man laughed twice, held down the man who was burning with high fever, and was about to accomplish something good, when a blade suddenly emerged from his chest, stained with warm blood.

Then the dead man was dragged down by one hand, and then a familiar and terrifying figure appeared in front of his eyes, Wu Ci'er recognized that it was an ancient appearance.

"You asked for all this. Do you regret it? Are you disappointed?" The man pinched his face and said indifferently, "Is it comfortable to be tortured by that person? Is it fun to torture yourself?"

Wu Ci'er turned her face away, was silent for a long time, and then said, "I regret it."

"Good savvy," he said with a smile on his ancient and frozen face, "Only I really love you, who else would love you like this besides me?"

All the servants in the room were silently killed by this terrible man, and now this terrible man is riding on him like a proud king.

Wu Ci'er sniffed the smell of blood all over the room, and suddenly smiled, "Do you want to fuck me? Just like you did before..."

No man would refuse an invitation from a loved one.

They fucked like crazy in a room full of dead people, when the man's stuff poured into the body, a dagger cut the man's neck from the back, the blood spurted out like crazy, the genitals were still pouring Then, Wu Ci'er held the murder weapon firmly, and resolutely made two more cuts.

Then he kicked the man away, rode on him and stabbed dozens of knives in the chest. There was still an unexplained smile on the corner of the man's mouth, but his eyes were red.

"It's all your fault, it's you who ruined me, you ruined everything about me... Haha... it's all your fault."

Repeating those words, he watched helplessly as the man gradually stopped breathing, then stood up tremblingly, dead bodies lay everywhere under his feet.

The next day, there was news of a shocking murder in Luo's residence.

Three days later, Dongfang Bubai, who was having a secret conversation with Lu Yaoyuan, received a report from his servants. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Who wants to see me?"

"That person looks very young and dirty. He was supposed to be driven away, but he claimed to be your friend who protects the Dharma. We were afraid of driving him away by mistake, so..."

"Say, what's his name?"

The servant thought about it, and said: "The guardian of the law, he said that his surname is Wu."

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