The lady is sick

A small room for makeup and powder, separated from the noisy singing and dancing outside, full of luxury and luxury.

Cigarettes were curling up in the room, the curtains were drooping, and Ce Menghou was lazily lying on his side on the bed. A purple robe seemed to have been torn, but it couldn't cover his thin and fair chest, and it was loosely draped around his body.He stretched out one hand to support half of his head. The long hair on the pillow was red and not red, dark and not dark, entangled with the hair of the unconscious girl in his arms.

Frivolously, he picked up a strand of hair from the girl in his arms, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly for a while, Fang smiled lightly and said: "The graceful flowers are beautiful and the leaves are long, and the wind is hard to hide the fragrance in the valley." The light and delicate feather fan slowly moved across the girl's chest On his cheek, he finally stopped at the visible scar caused by his vigorous resistance, poked it with the handle of the fan in bad intentions, and saw the girl twitching in pain even in a coma, he sighed and smiled, "No one in the world is pitiful, why bother?" Well, the resistance of the powerless is just to make people laugh!" Sniffing the girl's body fragrance, he seemed to be addicted to it, his voice gradually became hoarse, but even if he gently lifted the girl's messy clothes with the handle of a fan, With frivolous movements, Ce Menghou still does it calmly and gracefully, patiently as if enjoying a feast.In the end, he threw the lupine, and the young skin in his palm was delicate and smooth, which was beyond words...

Just as Ce Menghou sighed contentedly and bent over to let go, the girl in her arms who had been unconscious because of resisting accidentally bumped into the bedpost suddenly opened her eyes.

The girl opened her eyes, and the memories collided with each other in her mind. She annoyedly tore off the moving heavy object on her body and threw it out. Ignoring the clang of the heavy object, she sat up and thought about it for a while. She was tied up with electric shock injections, buried alive in the soil for a while and crawled out. In the end, all kinds of memories were mixed together. She figured it out by herself, people are born by fucking people, demons are born by fucking demons Only she, born extraordinary, was born from the soil by herself, what does that mean?It shows that she is not a human being. Such a birth must be the chosen one, who will rule the world for generations to come. This is the fate of a protagonist. The experience of being persecuted by various people further confirms this conjecture.All the evil forces that want to prevent me from becoming the protagonist must be eradicated, she narrowed her eyes and thought firmly.

Wanting to understand this, he turned his gaze to the heavy object thrown under the bed, a good-looking man in disheveled clothes.

Just as he was about to have fun, he was suddenly thrown aside, and he had no power to resist, and he couldn't move until now. Ce Menghou couldn't believe this scene. Even if it was a master of the world, he was confident that he could survive a few tricks. At least escaping is not a problem, but this woman who obviously doesn't know martial arts just now can do this, so why set up such a situation against herself if she can do this?For the first time, Ce Menghou showed a frightened expression on his usually elegant and idle face.

The girl glanced at him, and then looked around. There were pictures of men and women chasing and playing on the walls. There were no tables and chairs in the room, but only layers of purple and pink silk hanging down. The four-cornered golden beast breathed out clouds and mist, and a faint fragrance wafted from it. The bed made of silk and damask is spacious and soft.In the end, the girl looked at herself, then tilted her head to look at Ce Menghou who was motionless on the ground, and sneered triumphantly as if uncovering a conspiracy. She put on a sheet and put her arms around her hips, and said, "Shameless human beings, wanting to fuck me makes me addicted." Among them, thus forgetting my protagonist's path, ha, am I such a superficial person?"

Ce Menghou was confused when he heard this, he was obviously the victim, so why did it sound like the other party thought he was the trick?

"I have always lived indifferently, ignoring the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu. I don't know where I offended you and caused you to be like this." He paused, and then said, "There may be a misunderstanding in it, even if there is no misunderstanding, please tell me. Menghou is willing to do his best to make up for it." Finding that although he couldn't move, he could still speak, Ce Menghou said tentatively.

Hearing this, out of nowhere, the girl suddenly felt a rush of impatience and hatred. She said viciously, "There is no misunderstanding, it cannot be made up, and it will never be made up!"

Dazed, she tossed the quilt, tore the silk, and tried to find a pair of scissors, but she couldn't find the scissors. She fixed her eyes on the candlestick, turned over and half-kneeled beside the man, and neatly and neatly covered the man's body half-covered. All the robes were torn off and thrown on the ground.

There was no candle on the candlestick, and a sharp corner was exposed. Ce Menghou looked down the direction of the girl's eyes, and felt his body tighten. In an instant, even though the man in purple was experienced and thoughtful, he was a man after all. This kind of thing can't help but make my mind stunned, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The long tip of the candlestick was cold, "Stop!" A trembling and frightened shriek screamed.

The man in purple swears that throughout his life, even at the moment of life and death, he has never made such a sound.

He had thought of holding on to this girl first, and then he would be killed soon after he resumed his actions. However, at this moment, in his eyes, the girl in front of him, no, this is a demon. Facing her, he only had fear.

Shouted by a voice that didn't sound like a human voice, the girl trembled in fright, she regained her senses, she stopped, looked at the candlestick in her hand strangely, wondering what she was going to do just now.

Ce Menghou could no longer maintain his usual graceful demeanor, staring at the girl's hand in front of him, terrified and angry.

After the girl was stunned, she raised her head and thought for a while, and said to herself: "Oh, I remembered, so my name is Evil bone." After she finished speaking, she shook her head, "Damn, who came up with the name, it's too bad."

Evil bones, right?I remember you!Ce Menghou didn't show it on his face, but thought angrily in his heart.

After thinking about it, Evil Gu picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. He was pretty good at picking up expensive clothes on the ground and put them on in a mess. Finally, seeing that the hair crown on Ce Menghou's head was fine, he pulled it off and put it crookedly on his head. Fatfoot pushed the door and went out.

I only heard that a generation of brothel leaders, the once prosperous Hongxiulou was burned down by a fire, and the mastermind behind the scenes was unknown.However, some people familiar with the matter speculated that the fire was related to a client who was obsessed with women's clothing.