C58 Interrupted Murder

"I say, you're wearing perfume, and this is how it looks in the house."

"Yes, I'm just a mule, rough on the outside. Haha, that's what my mom used to say about me."

"Your mother? Where is she? " Zhizhi helped pick up the things on the ground.

"She left me when I was very young."

"How could a woman be willing to leave her son?"

The man shrugged his shoulders. "I'll definitely ask her when I have the chance. How can she bear to part with me?"

"There will be a chance sooner or later."

"Why don't you have something to eat? A midnight snack? "

Zhizhi did not need to eat, but she was a little curious about the man in front of her.

"Alright, go ahead and do it."

The man quickly took the ingredients out of the fridge, poured out the food he had eaten the night before, and threw the instant noodles box into the large bag. Wiping the table clean, he sat her down at the table.

There was a "sizzling" sound from the kitchen. A fragrance drifted over.

Not long after, the man served a plate of fried dumplings, which were fried until they were yellow. On the dumplings, there were also some sesame seeds and green onions as well as some rice wine and small round rice balls.

"Eat whatever you want." The man took the bowl and chopsticks, and the two of them sat under the warm lamp, having supper together.

"The taste is good." Zhizhi praised sincerely.

"Eat your fill, and gather your strength. Don't show me any mercy later." He smiled coquettishly at her, but his expression, though shriveled, was several times lovable.

"Don't worry, I didn't expect to be lenient with you after following you here." Zhizhi said sincerely.

I'm here to take your life, how can I be merciful? She smiled at the confused man.

"You didn't ask me my name." The man picked up a fried dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. He took out his wallet from his pocket and took out his ID, "My name is Xiao Chenglin, a jobless nomad."

"You don't have to worry about this. It's not important if you have a job or not." She put down her chopsticks and stood up.

"What's important?" The man inhaled a delicate fragrance from his nostrils.

The woman stood behind him, a hand down his collar, on his chest, to his heart. Xiao Chenglin stopped his chopsticks and took a deep breath.

"You still …" I can't wait. " He suddenly stood up, turned around, and carried the woman back to the bedroom.

Zhizhi was a real skeleton girl, a prostitute who could marry anyone she wanted. It was laughable that she had never experienced happiness before.

Her memories of when she was alive were already blurry. Someone had resurrected her and let her mix in with the Ten Thousand Mountains Red. This was the most suitable place to take a man's life.

The fish and the dragons were mixed together. A large number of men came in and out. It was very easy to find a suitable place to start.

No one respects a prostitute.

It seems that refined men are like tigers and wolves when they close their doors.

The matter of the bed was nothing to her. Just a mission.

But she learned how to seduce men through study and observation.

They couldn't get it! The burning passion attacks the heart, the high desire, this time the man's blood is the hottest nourishment.

Xiao Chenglin threw the sesame seed onto the bed and pressed her down. After staring at her for a long time, he sighed from the bottom of his heart, "You are so beautiful." Closing her eyes, she gently placed her lower lip into her mouth and sighed in satisfaction.

Zhizhi was stunned. Xiao Chenglin let go of her hand and caressed her face, as if he was holding some rare treasure. He carefully looked at her for a long time before gently lifting her shoulder strap and putting it down.

Kiss, suck, nibble on her shoulder.

His breath was hot on her neck and tickling. She cringed and tried to push him down, but he held her hands down.

"Don't move!" he ordered her unquestionably.

He bit her earlobe.

"So itchy." Zhizhi struggled.

"You're about to fall in love. Don't worry, silly girl." He teased her, one big hand covering her chest, the other reaching into her dress, one hand unbuckling her clasp, pulling out the nuisance and tossing it under the bed.

The hand rubbed at her, and she couldn't help moaning.

She initially thought that there was something wrong with Xiao Chenglin, but this thought was dispelled as he pressed himself against her body, pressing his lower body against hers.

However, he wasn't in a hurry at all. It was a habit for Zhizhi to tease men, the first time she had been teased so slowly.

He was getting hotter and hotter, and his eyes were misty. There was even a sense of urgency.

She hugged Xiao Chenglin tightly, then he kissed her lips and probed her desires with the tip of his tongue.

Ahh!

He flipped on top of Xiao Chenglin's body and first took off his skirt, revealing his perfect body.

He took the bag over, took out a handkerchief from the bag and tied up Xiao Chenglin's hands.

"Wow!" "You sure have a lot of tricks up your sleeves." he teased, his eyes burning with desire.

She kissed his chest slowly, unbuttoning his clothes as she did so.

On the third pill, she only looked at Xiao Chenglin's eyes and expression, not noticing his bare chest.

When he looked down and saw the tattoo on his chest, he screamed and fell off his body.

"What is that?" she cried, covering her eyes with her hands, not daring to look at the stunned man on the bed.

"Haha." The man laughed. "It's just a tattoo, what are you afraid of."

"It looks like it's true." She was really scared.

It was an ancient incantation, an incantation that originated from the most ancient incantation of the time when gods and devils were born.

She stabbed her eyes like a sword. She didn't dare look up.

The spell was carved into a skull, and its dark eyes stared ruthlessly at the world.

"Are you from the underworld?" She could only conceal herself like this.

If that man were to throw himself upon her now, she would reveal herself. A small glyph would have been enough to kill her.

"Don't be afraid, there's some ointment in the drawer over there, you can put it on." A man's nerves are as thick as a water pipe, or a worm is on his brain.

She rolled her eyes as she untied his shawl. "You stick it." she said tearfully.

"Don't hurt me."

The man pulled out the ointment in a funny way. "You're not as tough as you look. It turns out to be a little girl inside. "

After he applied the ointment, the charming Fang Soul returned to Zhizhi's body. She twisted her slim waist and walked towards the man, "I'm not a little girl. You'll see later, I'm a vicious woman."

"Is that so?" Xiao Chenglin took off his shirt and the two of them faced each other naked. "I'm not afraid."

Their interrupted passion burst forth and they fell together on the bed.

The moment he entered, Xiao Chenglin's phone rang.

He was lying on top of her, sulking, but the phone kept ringing like it was trying to kill him.

Zhizhi pushed at him. "Forget it, take it. It's not a good time to die."

She was serious, but he took her for a joke. "Then you're not leaving?"

"How am I going to leave if I don't kill you?"

Xiao Chenglin jumped onto the phone and walked around the room naked.

He frowned as if he had become a different person. He tore the plaster from his chest with one hand. He hung up the phone, picked up his clothes and put them on.

"What's wrong?" she asked uneasily.

"Didn't I say that I am a jobless person? To chase ghosts for a living. It's going to be a bit urgent, so you have to leave for a while, wait for me. " His right eye winked at her playfully.

"Wait, I'll go too." She put on her high-heeled shoes and her underwear. She only wore her underpants and then put on her dress and followed him.

Xiao Chenglin excitedly said, "Today is really my lucky day."

"… …"

Zhang Meiyuan sat alone in his office with coffee on the table. There was only one person in the office, and he was frowning deeply.

Mighty, where did you hide? Don't even trust my father?

Do you know how important what you're carrying is? You're causing a lot of trouble.

He let out a long sigh, determined to find the strength before he was harmed in any way.

He owed the child too much already.

In fact, he couldn't even say a single small thing about growing up. There wasn't even a shadow of him in the middle of growing up.

This was a feeling that he had only slowly experienced when he was over forty years old. It was a regret of his life.

Life is always full of regret, that kind of thing. At that time, he had no other choice.

His father had left him in the countryside, and he knew that the people he called his mother and Ben were not his mother.

No one told him his origins and past. He was the most bullied and discriminated child in the village.

Mother had too many things to do to take care of him.

Finally, one day, he saw his own father. With a single glance, he confirmed that it was his own father.

Only my father would look at him that way.

His father was different from the people of the village. He had such an independent disposition, such a demeanor. The difference is like the sky and the sea, and you never get confused.

His father sat across from him. He was eight years old, had not been to school for a day, and was most adept at scolding and fighting with the children in the village.

"Child, you have to study properly. Daddy has let you down. I can't protect you by myself, that's what's wrong with you. You must work hard and be strong. "

His father didn't say much, but he took every word to heart.

He peeked at his father, who had left some money for his mother. He looked at the money in despair. After leaving so much money behind, his father would definitely not come to see him again for a short period of time.

Later, someone brought news that his father had died.

On that day, a stranger came to his house. It was his Master, Huang Tiida.

The man took him away, and he began the worst time of his life, the time that had crippled him and made him what he was.

The cultivation location of the Ghost Clan was deep in the mountains, so only the successfully cultivated people could go down the mountain.

The Ghost Clan raised people like a battle Gu. Only the "most" person could survive — the fiercest, most intelligent, most insidious, and most cunning person. You would have at least one of these rules.

This was not a paradise for the kind. The softhearted were all killed by him.

Here, Zhang Mei had seen the worst of her kind.

He realized that he wouldn't be able to live long with this kind of material. He had teamed up with "Big Al" Liao Wu who was walking up the mountain with him.

He had to endure the bullying of a newbie.

He slowly began to learn the secret arts of the Ghost Clan. Every year's competition would choose the best and the worst.

The worst was gone without a trace, while the best was learning from their teacher.

Although his kung fu skills were not the best, his skill in studying techniques was incomparable to anyone else's. Coupled with his exquisite mind, he very quickly became an outstanding figure.

Each was a higher level master and a deeper secret technique.

He began to steal teachers, risking his life to learn skills that he could not pass on to his disciples.

One night, he and Liao Wu sneaked down the mountain together and began their adventure.

But he couldn't take the girl he loved.

He frowned as he recalled the unhappy events of the past.

"… …"