色爱综合激情五月激情

Her eyes seemed to be glued to the paste, fixed on the little hand holding the skirt of her skirt, which could not be moved.

A moment later, she vaguely felt something was wrong.

This is a human hand.

Not puppet's hand.

Although even my little hands are white and tender, I can still see the material of the wood.

Unlike the one in front of me, it is real flesh at a glance.

Sang softened his feet from afar, calmed down, and looked up with his little hand—a fat girl with two pigtails, five or six years old, and big and dark eyes like a deer.

"Sister Pingping is inside, there are sugar candies."

The little girl pointed at the second victim's yard.

The victim's surname is Mu and he is a teacher. He has an excellent reputation.

A woman ran in a big stride, slammed into the girl's small hand, and smiled embarrassedly at Sang: "Little baby is ignorant, don't blame the noble.

Sang glanced back from afar, and saw You Youming has stepped into the courtyard.

She smiled at the woman and asked, "Is there no one living here?"

The woman glanced left and right and replied lowly: "Well. Poor, Mr. Mu is alone. He didn't appeal to his wife in his 30s, and he has no relatives to give away when he left. Confiscated and sold in a few days."

Sang far said: "Does this Mr. Mu often do good deeds?"

"Yes!" The woman focused on her head. "It was precisely because he often took advantage of his neighbors that he never saved money to marry his wife. Alas! Today's young woman, who has no knowledge of gold and jade, wants me to say If you can marry such a gentleman, you have to rely on it all your life, right? What more money do you want! Every time you mention this, Mr. Mu can only shake his head and smile bitterly!"

The little girl is still nagging: "Mr. Mu eats candy for Sister Pingping..."

Sang raised his eyebrows far away and asked, "Who is Sister Pingping?"

The woman hurried to look around again and shouted, "It's the child of the Alley King's family, lost last year."

The girl pointed to the yard and smiled and said: "Sister Pingping eats sugar inside!"

The woman slaps and cried the girl, scolding: "Seeing nonsense! Let me hear you talking again, and tear your mouth!"

She said no more, picked up the girl under her ribs, and hurried away.

Sang Yuan turned his gaze slowly to this deserted courtyard that had lost its owner.

"Sister Pingping is inside, eating sugar?" She whispered the girl's words, catching up with Youming.

Youmei hugged her arms and stood lazily in the yard, gazing lightly around.

This Mr. Mu, who was a teacher in his lifetime, had a very good reputation. As soon as he looked at his residence, he knew that he had a very normal life.

"Happy and kind." You Wuming chuckled and walked slowly towards the house.

Sang chased him far away and looked at him sideways.

You Wuming's gaze was somewhat empty, and casually said: "The former surname Ming also likes to do more business. But he has a rule."

Sang looked at him curiously. It is rare that he was touched today and once again mentioned Mr. Ming.

"The benevolent people must be premised on not damaging themselves. They are not saints."

He said quietly, flipping the furnishings in the house.

Sang stopped for a long time and pondered for a moment.

Mr. Ming is actually a very lively person.

With the extra power, help others, reap happiness. If you are unable to catch up and help others forcibly, you will often get grievances and regrets.

She nodded her head gently: "So, this Mr. Mu is willing to live a hard and lonely life, but also desperately need to help the neighborhood, either a saint or..."

You Wuming looked sideways and chuckled: "There is another picture. Compensation, cover up, fascination."

Sang far said: "Not exactly. There are always some people in the world who have very weak material desires and can be satisfied with food and clothing. The rest of the money is used to do good deeds and reap happiness."

You Wuming laughed: "Stupid Fruit! This is the saint."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

He smiled and hugged her: "What do you think the saint has to be like? Must he be fed into the temple? No no no, there are saints everywhere, maybe you and me will be shaped as a saint after thousands of years."

Sang Yuanyuan: "...how do I think you are scolding me."

"My little fruit." He looked down at her with a smile on his lips. "I can't love you too late. How can I scold you."

Sang Yuan only felt a heartbeat leak, his ears were hot, and hurriedly got out of his arms, pretending to calmly said: "Just before I heard some unusual clues, do you want to listen?"

You Wuming narrowed her eyes and smiled at her like a fox.

She said: "Last year a girl disappeared. Another little girl seemed to have seen this Mr. Mu giving the missing girl candy."

You Wuming raised her eyebrows: "It's amazing. Isn't it unusual for a good person who is kind and kind to give Xiaowa sugar? How can people be remembered from last year to now?"

"So the little girl should have seen a very unusual scene." Sang said far away, "It's a pity that she is too young to ask anything."

"Then you can only find it yourself." You Wumei pulled out the **** knife behind him.

Sang far thought he was going to tear it down.

Unexpectedly, You Wuming just politely poke here and pat there with the tip and back of the knife.

"Is there anything abnormal in this room?" Sang asked far, "Did the Shadow Shadow Guard have already checked it?"

He smiled casually: "Being preconceived, sympathizing with the victim, will not go to search his old man."

Sang thought for a moment and nodded suddenly.

You Wu Ming see people and see things, are very transparent.

Looking at his moving figure, she thought in her mind that if Mr. Ming was still alive, she should also be a master-level figure with equal emphasis on wisdom and force. Such an expert is still unable to escape the word 'love', which is really shocking.

Thinking again, thinking of something, the scalp suddenly numb.

If he had disappeared for several years, when he appeared again, how could he resist that he threw himself up and kissed lifelessly? Pushing himself and others, when Mr. Ming was secretly calculated by Jiang Yanji, he may not be unconscious, but...

Turning my thoughts here, my heart suddenly felt like a needle and a cone, and it stung a lot.

"Yu Wuming!" she blurted out.

He turned around and saw her eyes glow red and tears swayed in her eyes.

His face changed greatly, grabbing her by the side, grabbing her by the shoulder, and protecting her in his arms.

"how?"

The murderous intention overflowed from his eyes, and he watched around.

"I don't want to leave your side all my life," she said.

You Wuming stunned, then smiled: "Little Mulberry..."

He put a heavy slap on her forehead, and his eyes were full of lust, and he said quietly in his mouth, "Let's check the case, and the love story will come back to the bed and talk slowly."

He took her in his arms and took two shots, then released her and walked to the corner.

She said: "But in case, I would rather you kill me than let others use my body to do evil things."

You Meng's footsteps paused.

For a long while, he crossed his handsome face: "No."

After a moment of silence, he said: "Lock on the bed and wait for you to come back."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." inexplicably felt ashamed and moved.

He raised his hand and called: "Come here."

Sang rubbed far away.

He pointed the wooden cabinet in the corner of the corner with a knife tip: "This is a dark door."

Sang listened far away and heard a dull and empty echo.

"Go in?"

He raised his knife and split the wooden cabinet in half.

Several veiled gowns fell to the ground. On the wall behind the wooden cabinet, there was a small hidden door. The chain was tied to the door, and a big lock was hung.

Sang Yuan took a breath in a soft breath: "No, the surnamed wood has been dead for a few days, if the girl is really locked in by him..."

Fear of starving to death!

You Wuming cut the knife out of the ground, breaking the chain, kicking the door behind.

The broken door fell down the steps of the dark room, "Dong Dang Dang", and a strong musty smell mixed with the smell of fishy fluttered from below.

Sang held his breath subconsciously, his heart leaping in his chest.

He stopped her with his backhand.

"I brought people up, you let out a big face, ready to save people."

She knew he was considerate of her, and did not want her to go down to get dirty or see any uncomfortable scenes.

She nodded.

You Wuming grabbed a scattered gown from the ground, closed the knife, and went down with a hook.

Sang fared out with a big face, and Ling Yunteng followed the footsteps of You, and climbed down into the dark room.

I saw him glance around, and quickly walked to the inside of the dark room. The palm of his hand glowed with blue light, cut off the iron chain that was buckled on the wall, and then wrapped a small body with his long gown in one hand. Grab it and make a big step back.

Like a baggage, he put a strip of long gown wrapped in his hand on the couch and said, "There's a little gas left. Little mulberry, it's too dark inside, I see nothing."

Dismissed decently.

Sang Yuan anxiously used Ling Yunteng to open the gown that wrapped the girl and found her face.

At the age of thirteen or four, his face was full of bruises.

Sang took a deep breath and opened her dry lips, her big face flicked across the face plate, squeezed out the cyan condensate that was full of hidden spirits, and fed it into the girl's mouth.

"It's a life that can be saved." She frowned. "I'm just afraid to leave a shadow wound, and the future life... I'm afraid it is not easy."

Gossip and buzzwords can always kill people.

You Wuming stepped forward, stretched out two fingertips, and opened the girl's eyelids.

It turned out that she was awake, but she refused to open her eyes because of her resistance.

You Wuming hooked her lips: "If you can't survive, think about it, where can it be worse than that cellar?"

The girl slammed her lips, suddenly screamed hoarsely, and then cried with a broken sound, for a long time.

When she cried enough, there was a lifeless and haughty sentence: "I teach you where it is worse-buried in the soil, it's going to explode all over, but it can't explode anymore, throat, chest, The fingers are like stuffed with hot red iron, and they are also serrated. They can't die, they can't live, it's been a long time...it's been like a lifetime."

"Look, death is not as easy as you think." He said lightly.

Sang looked at him in a daze.

She didn't know whether such solace would work. But there is one thing, he is right, no matter how bad the situation will be in the future, and how rumor will hurt people, in the end, it will not be worse than when he is tortured in the dark underground.

He himself is a dead person.

Therefore, he has never been afraid of words, and he can only do what he wants. How could someone like him send You Yingwei out to kill those who talk about him behind his back-he doesn't care at all!

Who is doing these things?

Sang Yuan thought secretly while directing the big face flower to treat the girl.

After half an hour, the condensate on the big face healed the girl's internal and external injuries. She struggled to get up and said she wanted to go home. The tortured girl couldn't believe anyone.

Sang Yuan and You Ming watched her step by step to leave the devil's courtyard and walk towards the end of the alley.

"Will she get better?" Sang asked softly.

You Wuming smiled: "Look at yourself."

She nodded and looked around the yard behind her-the second'victim' Mr. Mu, is also a **** bad thing.

When the girl disappeared into the field of vision, Sang quietly protruded his arms from behind and wrapped his lifeless waist.

Then he pressed his cheek against his back.

Listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat, she said to him gently: "Yu Wuming, it looks like you, really."

After all, there is a bottom line.

"Oh," You Wuming's body moved. "It's too early to say this sentence."

"Hmm." She rubbed him on the cheek and smiled, "You always have to confirm everything."

He grabbed her little hand with his backhand and left the yard.

Go to the residence of the next victim.

...

When dawn came, the seven victims who lost their hearts were all cleared by Yumie and Sang.

Without exception, they are all **** people!

"In this way, the two shadow guards who died that day may have problems!" Sang farted.

You Wuming took out the jade jade and ordered a thorough investigation of the two people's residence.

At the moment, the sky was just white with fish belly. Sang gazed at the blue royal city shrouded in the morning mist, and his eyes gradually became distant.

She seemed to see a flexible little figure walking on the wall, walking through the big city, a pair of black dredged, inorganic eyes, staring at the shadowed corners, no dark moss could escape it. Eyes.

She seemed to see that the pretty little face was bulging into a bag, squeezing her lip line tightly, and if it could speak, it must be saying-

"It's a murder, I'll kill it when I'm angry! I'm bad! I'm very bad, very bad!"

But it kills criminals who have never been found.

If You Wuming didn't find this, seized it, and executed it, and after a long, long time, when the truth became clear, would Yu Wuming regret it?

It just wants him to regret his sadness, and it wants him to be heartbroken for it.

Many children have tried to hurt themselves and want their parents to regret it.

This is a child eager to love.

She told You Wuming lowly.

He couldn't smile straight, patted her head, and said with a big smile: "Think too much, little mulberry! It just wants to see, whoever does that kind of thing, will his heart really be?" Turn black!"

"Uh huh, you're right!" She nodded pretentiously.

This man, she really understands!

"Xiao Sanguo," You Wuming suddenly narrowed her long eyes and smirked at the corners of her lips. "I was thinking, if I try harder, can I not pay the criminal justice?"

Sang was stunned for a while, not understanding what he was talking about.

He bowed down, breathing heavily on her ears: "You and I are on the couch, and it's raining on the couch. It punishes evil outside and kills both."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

He laughed happily and carried her into the study.

"Send all the unconvicted files this year." He knocked on the table and ordered the guard standing outside the study.

Soon, the desk in front of the case piled up like a hill of books.

He slapped her around lazily, pulled the files one by one in front of him, glanced at them before throwing them aside.

Sang was far too late to see what was written on it.

"What are you looking for?"

He glanced at her with a squint and smiled lightly: "The next dead man."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

Although she didn't understand it, she felt very calm in her heart when she looked at him neatly and attentively. A good-looking and reliable man, who can't like it?

She broke out of his arms and walked into the house, picking up the files that were thrown around him and lay aside.

After not picking it up a few times, he waved impatiently: "Come."

She came to him: "Huh?"

"Dangling, disturbing me! Delayed time!" He said disgustingly, dragging her with his big hand, dragging her into his arms and holding him back.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Is it obvious that this will delay things more?

She glanced at him with an eye, and saw that his thin lips lifted a little, and there was contentment in her eyes.

It's like sitting on a cat under the warm sun.

She couldn't help laughing, and fell softly in his arms.

Chaoyang slowly climbed up the window sill.

Agu came with a stack of confessions to see: "Master, Qin Yuchi has finished recruiting, and his subordinates have repeatedly checked, and found no inconsistency, but the content is really...absurd."

You Wuming waved her hand: "Leave it. Let him write a family book for the King of Qinzhou. After Yixiang, he asked him to rewrite a copy until I said stop."

Agu didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't ask much, and said, "Yes! I will do it!

Agu quit the study.

You Wuming continued to read the files on the desk.

At noon, he rolled all the scrolls like a small mountain bag onto the ground.

"Go." He took her hand.

"Don't you take care of Qin Yuchi's affairs?" Sang asked from afar.

You Wuming smiled and said: "Don't worry. This one to do right now is even more important."

Sang nodded silently.

It is indeed even more important.

Although it kills all the bad guys, it is a great hidden danger to let it kill people everywhere. Moreover, the puppet and his relationship are so close, in case something happens...

Sang soon discovered that he thought too much.

You Wuming hugged her sideways, striding meteor towards the bedroom.

Kicked on the door of the temple, held her straight, and turned over on the bed.

Sang Yuan, who was stripped of clothes by three times, five divisions and two: "?"

"Isn't it important?" she asked in horror.

You Wuming grinned: "This is the most important thing."

He put the clothes he took off aside carefully, fastened his belt and laid it flat.

"Lead it out." Youmei smiled mysteriously, her thin lips close, and she breathed.

Sang Yuan's heart shivered sharply.

"Fruit," his voice was low and fascinating. "Last time in Jizhou, you said that you lost your feelings, didn't you?"

He hugged her tightly, the tip of her nose touched the tip of her nose, her thin lips separated from her, and smiled lowly: "What makes you feel emotional, eh? You teach me!"

The big palm with a cocoon is very unreliable, covering it in front of him.

"Is that true?" The five fingers pressed slightly.

She opened her mouth and whispered, and he kissed him completely while taking advantage of it.

His breath is hot today, with a unique floral fragrance lingering around her. She is in a mess and opened his arms.

"Yu Wuming..." She briefly forgot everything, and when his lips left a moment, she unconsciously called his name.

Breathing gradually.

Finally, he exerted a little force and put his little fruit in his mouth again.

Seeing her white face gradually turned into a beautiful red, he was so happy that he pecked at the corners and eyes of her lips, and occasionally started to ruthlessly take away her breath.

He was arrogant to the extreme.

She seemed to see him wielding a knife to kill the enemy on the frontier, wide open, extremely neat, extremely arrogant, and extremely raging.

"Manguo, my mulberry..."

A low, hoarse voice haunted my ears.

She felt her soul fly into the air.

I don't know whether it is the sky or the sea in front of me. Sometimes I was thrown high and sometimes fell heavily.

Involuntarily.

"Yu Mingming..."

Her muttering sounded into his heart, and he was surrounded by endless sweetness. He had no idea how to love the people in his arms.

"Little Sanguo, I really want to eat you." He said bitterly.

She opened her misty eyes.

"Eat..."

Such a smile and voice are like flowers, like honey, and like wine.

He only felt dizzy.

He hugged her tightly and made the beast lurking in his heart go crazy.

She can only catch him, just like the drowner caught the straw.

However, this straw couldn't save her life at all. Instead, she took her and became more and more sinking.

I don't know how long it took, she felt him reach out and pulled her out of the cloud.

She sat up in a daze, listening to him giggling in the ear.

"Sanguo," his voice sounded extremely pleasant, "you are not a mulberry, you are a little greedy. There is a business today, and I will let you have fun next time."

She settled down and looked at him.

I saw that he had put on his clothes and was putting them on her quickly.

"It's time to go!"

Putting on his clothes, he caught her and took two steps. When she saw that she was still absent, she laughed and slammed her out of the dormitory. She jumped on the short-lived back like an arrow from the string, from the royal city Skimmed out.

"Lu Lecheng," his voice regained his coldness and calmness. "In half a year, three households have sued him for chaos and abandonment, causing women to commit suicide."

Sang far wisely returned, nodded gently.

This kind of scum that deliberately guides a woman to commit suicide when she gets bored is really the scum of the scum, and often there is no way to take them.

"Do you think the doll's next target is him?" she asked softly.

"Maybe." You Wuming smiled. "It doesn't matter if it's not, let's go back and..."

There was a deep evil in the black eyes, and he lowered his head and rubbed her hair intimately with her chin.

Sang Yuanyuan: "...you are lifeless!"

"Madam, why?" He smiled frivolously.

"Are you here yet?" she sighed.

He looked up: "Well, it's here."

Sang looked at him from afar, and saw a young woman look around, then quietly walked sideways through a concealed black wooden door and escaped into a small and large yard.

"This surname is terrible!" Sang said far away. "The woman secretly ran back to meet him with a man. When the time came, she would kill herself, and no one would be wrong with him."

You Wu Ming patted the short-lived head and said, "Let's whistle outside."

Short-lived impatiently arched his hand, he was verbose.

I saw several trees planted in the yard, dense and lush.

You Wusheng took Sang far away, spread her wings, and flew into the dense branches between the branches.

She gently opened the branch in front of her and looked down.

I saw that the main house closed the door tightly, and the woman sneaking into the courtyard was knocking anxiously, and she kept calling: "Lulang, please, see me, see me again!"

A moment later, a cold male voice floated out of the house: "Go back, I won't see you again. Min Banxiang, I can't marry an unclean woman before marriage."

It's the kind of magnetic male voice.

The woman cried, "But my body is for you!"

The male voice floated indifferently: "Well, how can I give it to me easily, and naturally give it to others. Why should I be responsible for a very casual woman?"

"Lulang!" the woman begged, "I really like you! I'm already yours, you don't want me, I can't live!"

"Oh." The door opened, and a handsome and tall man came out.

He was condescending, staring at the woman's eyes, his voice lowered several times, full of charm: "Really? If you dare to die, then I believe you are sincere to me."

There was starlight spinning in his eyes.

Wu clan! This successful road actually used the blood of the Wu people to trick the women who were abandoned by him to die!

Sang Yuan's heart lit up with anger and was about to attack. Yu Guang suddenly caught a little movement.

She was stunned and looked towards the roof.

Then I saw a small figure lying on the main roof, uncovered a tile, and looked into the room with my head.

Holding the big tile in his small hand, the tile was bigger than his face.

I!

Sang felt a slack from behind.

You Wuming has left her quietly.