The painting of a thousand bones is full of love, no regrets when playing chess

On the calm lake, a gust of cool breeze blows, lifting the pink gauze curtains hanging around the pavilion in the center of the lake.

The woman in the pavilion swept her black eyebrows lightly, and the corner of her mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm.Eyes rolled.The style exuded makes people forget everything.The red robe wrapped her white and delicate skin. Every step she took, she would reveal her delicate, white and supple calves.The silver bells on the feet also made fragmentary sounds softly with the steps, and the slender fingers slid across the simple and simple pipa, and the disturbing and weird sound came out from the pipa.

The man sitting on the other side of the pavilion has long been attracted by the stunner in front of him, staring at the woman's exposed skin with squinting eyes, under the sound of the pipa, in this beautiful scenery, he has already lost all his sanity and was fascinated Get mesmerized.

The music stopped, and the woman walked up to the man slowly, swaying her slender waist, bent down, and the silk skirt with a very low opening followed her movements, her plump breasts were already looming, and her eyes that were more charming than peach blossoms looked straight at the man , Qianqian jade fingers slowly slid across his face, red lips parted slightly: "Does it sound good?"

"Okay...Okay!" This kind of flirting has long made the man unable to persist, he grabbed the woman's lotus arm and pulled her into his arms, his hands slowly covered the softness of the neckline.

The woman pushed his hand away calmly: "Then, am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful... of course beautiful!" Holding the slender waist, the man's breathing began to become rapid. The woman's red lips opened again: "Then, do you like me?"

The man's eyes were blurred, and he smiled obsessively: "Of course I like it, you are a thousand times ten thousand times more beautiful than my yellow-faced woman."

The woman's bright red lips rose slightly, "Since you like me so much, can you give me your life too?"

The man's eyes turned from fascination to panic. He couldn't move at this moment, he could only watch the woman in front of him slightly open her red lips, slowly sucking the masculinity from his mouth, and finally slowly lost consciousness.

The woman stood up slowly, pulled up the robe that had been torn off her shoulders, and glanced at the shriveled corpse with disgust.

"Remember to put away your food scraps."

A visitor came to the side of the pavilion at some point, but the woman didn't seem surprised by her arrival, she turned and sat aside, stroking her long hair on her chest: "What do I want?"

A brocade box vacated and appeared on the table in front of her. The woman smiled with satisfaction and opened it with her slender hands. The brocade box contained the stolen Inkstone of No Return from the Immortal Realm.

"Don't forget what you have to do."

Satisfied, he put away the brocade box, slowly stood up and looked at the person who came: "You don't need to mention this, I will do it myself."

"Don't try to do what I don't allow, otherwise..."

The woman was slightly angry, and chuckled: "Are you worried about that person? We just take what we need, and you can't interfere with what I want to do!"

But as soon as the words fell, the woman suddenly pressed the position of her heart, her face was in great pain, her breathing became rapid, and she finally fell to the ground.

"Whether I can interfere or not is up to me. Don't challenge my rules. I have a thousand ways to make you survive or die."

"I...I see." The sudden pain just now made the woman's face pale a little bit.

"Remember what you said, if you want me to know that you violated the rules, I will kill you with my own hands."

The gauze curtain was lifted again by the wind, but the visitors standing outside the pavilion just now disappeared, as if everything just now had never happened.

The woman stood up from the ground in a little embarrassment, with a ghostly smile on the corner of her mouth.

Bai Yunzhi quickly slid past, Hua Qiangu went straight to Yaoge City Yujian, when he left Changliu Mountain, he used magic to send a paper crane to the Palace of Unrequited Love, Master should see it when he returns, and he doesn't care Whether the master will be angry can only be cut first and played later.Because in the human world she had to use only fairy arts, she could only go to the surrounding villages with the sword, and then walk into the city.But when he first arrived at the village, he noticed the strange atmosphere here.Crying and discussion came from a room ahead.

When Hua Qiangu squeezed to the front of the crowd and saw the picture in front of her, she couldn't help covering her nose and mouth with her hands, her eyes filled with horror...

In the room, a woman knelt on the ground and howled. On the ground in front of her was a dead body lying quietly on a straw mat. A white cloth was covering him. Someone lifted one corner of the cloth, and the horror under the white cloth suddenly Imprinted into the eyes, a shriveled corpse, without the slightest moisture on the body, but the two eyes on the corpse have not changed strangely, staring at the front in horror, the skin that has already lost moisture cannot close the eyelids of the corpse , Leng Leng can only keep him in a state of death.

"Consonance?" A familiar voice came from the crowd.

Hua Qiangu turned her head and saw Xuan Yue standing behind her: "Mao Shan is coming to investigate?"

Xuan Yue nodded slightly: "Let's go out and talk."

The village was in depression everywhere, and many houses were closed. The two stood under the big tree at the entrance of the village, their eyes still looking at the house where the accident happened.

Xuan Yue frowned slightly and looked at Hua Qiangu: "Why did you go down the mountain again?"

Hua Qiangu paused, and then said, "It's okay, I'm here to find a friend. How about you? How is the investigation going?"

Xuan Yue sighed lightly, and said in a serious tone: "There is not much progress, it should be what the demon said, this is already the fifth time."

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At the beginning of the creek cloud, the sun sinks into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind fills the building...