Fusang + Fanwai

"I'll make you talkative, a lifeless thing"

She was really irritable, after she finished cursing, she was particularly unhappy and slapped again, Fusang felt that her face was going to be swollen to the point of tearing,

"Still not stopping."

Only then did Fusang see the woman under the curtain, she kept a sullen face in the dark and did not speak, but there seemed to be some faint anger in her brows, the woman who was still arrogant, took a look at the person who came, and then gave up , glared at Fusang angrily, and retreated.

"Aren't you going to resist?" She stretched out her hand towards Fusang, squeezed her chin, and said with some amusement, "You're almost like a pig's head."

Fusang snorted, and she squeezed hard again, "Speak well."

Fusang was actually very annoyed in her heart. After she had finished talking, there was not even a single point left for her. If she didn't say anything, she couldn't help but sneered, "You watched it for half an hour, isn't it interesting?" ?”

She glanced at Fusang again with a strange smile, "It deserves it!"

Fusang didn't like her feeling so frivolous, and there was a strange light in her eyebrows and eyes, "Is it so fun to humiliate yourself?"

Fusang's face was distorted when she said this, and even the heart that I hadn't seen for a long time couldn't help being a little sour, and I couldn't help but spurn her

"You know shit."

She seemed to be very happy with Fusang's occasional appearance of showing her fangs, and said with a strange smile, "Are you crying?"

Fusang thought her words were very strange, she obviously didn't cry, tears are the thing she disdains the most, she wiped the corner of her eyes with a smile and said, "Why are you crying?"

Fusang turned his head sideways, "You read wrong."

Fusang didn't understand why she was so stubborn, she looked up and down again, and couldn't help but blamed, "Women are really annoying."

Fusang glanced at her, and she seemed to be smiling very heartily, "You are such a weirdo, Fusang."

Fusang looked at her and said, "You can loosen it for me, it hurts." Maybe it was Fusang's rare submissiveness, but she untied Fusang without any hesitation. Fusang glanced at her and said with tears in his eyes, "You Can you take me back?"

She glanced at Fusang, knelt down, and looked at it unhurriedly, "Are you crying?"

Fusang pulled her neck down a little, "Maybe."

She pushed me away at once, her eyes were gloomy, and she said unhappily, "The charm technique is powerful, it really is despicable." Fusang saw her shake off her sleeves, and left in a panic, thought for a while, and went to The curtain went away.

"What are you hiding from? Is it fun to watch the show for so long?"

The man finally strolled over, but his whole body was covered with a black veil, so he couldn't see his face at all.

"Fusang, long time no see." What was the beginning of this, Fusang gave him a strange look, he glanced at him, and recalled a little, "I saw you in the past than now, and you look so good."

Fusang raised his eyebrows, "I don't know you."

"It's not important, you think more clearly than before." Fusang didn't know how to answer the inexplicable words, and he only heard him ponder for a moment and said, "I'm still too anxious, Fusang, we will meet again."

After the man said this, he disappeared, and there was nothing but emptiness in the world.

Chapter 13 Chapter 13

The stove was burning recklessly, and there was the sound of locks being locked. Fusang looked up, and saw the woman in black, looking at her indifferently, "Isn't he dead?" fresh snow.

Fusang looked at the scratches on his hand again, it was all scattered, the blood soaked the white shirt, it was very frightening, the woman walked over, and said with a joking smile, "Yesterday, the earth was white and the bones were white, today the red night tent is warm." "

Fusang raised his eyebrows, and thought for a moment, "Actually, you should throw me into that furnace."

The woman looked at her with a frown and almost gritted her teeth, "I've never seen someone so eager to seek death."

Fusang shook his head, and said with dazed eyes, "No, I'm just afraid of pain."

The woman turned her head and walked to the stove, took a hot iron, and suddenly it turned on, like the lights on the other side, she took the iron and burned it on Fusang's hand without pity, only to hear The flesh wrinkled, and there was a burning smell in the air. Fusang was in a cold sweat from the pain, and his brows were all wrinkled. The man gave her a slightly strange look, "Does it hurt?"

Fusang was so angry that he frowned coldly, "You will know if you try it."

She put the iron aside, and said lightly, "I can't stand it like this, what about your bold words just now."

Fusang stopped talking, the sweat on his forehead was still dripping, sticking to the ends of his hair, and he looked a bit downcast. The man took a look, murmured, "boring", and walked away.

The room was quiet again, only the roar of the flames burning, Fusang felt the pain, tears fell on the ground, she endured the pain, and gritted her teeth, the tears became more and more turbulent.

After another night, her time here became more and more long and hopeless. The man came here from time to time, and it seemed very interesting to watch her make a fool of himself, "You have cried." She looked Fusang up and down,

Fusang glanced at her, and said with a half-smile, "Your eyes are not very good."

The man was not annoyed, and pinched her waist again, "I found that you are very stubborn."