Painted skin jade series

Wang Xuan painted the last stroke with satisfaction.In the Huanghuang room, there are six colored pictures of beauties, either men or women, some with rain and sorrow, some enchanting and romantic, some handsome and heroic... Wang Xu'an becomes more and more satisfied the more he looks at it.After three days of focusing on painting, the body was exhausted after being excited, but he didn't want to rest. Shi Yiming went out, and he waited for him to come back to enjoy together.

Looking at the picture of beauties, it seems to be surrounded by beauties.

The beauties in the painting came down, one by one curling up around him.It's like a dream, like being in a fairyland.This face is like peach blossoms in March, with a hint of coquettishness and moonlight, and that one has a light sandal mouth and an enchanting jade body, which makes Wang Xu'an giggle with joy.

There is another one, with a black bun tilted up, and a half-unbuttoned blouse, revealing a white, fresh and crisp breast, sitting on his lap, with plump tentacles, and a face like a silver basin... It's a maid I've seen before, soft and fragrant .

"Young Master, are you happy?" Nuo Nuo's accent clung to his ears, what he breathed out was not the sensual fragrance, but the foul and rancid smell that suffocated people to death. Wang Xu'an hurriedly tried to shake it off, but someone's sharp fingers touched his throat, Who was pulling his hair at the back, who was biting his shoulders next to him, who was hugging his legs at the bottom... Wang Xuan was so frightened that the beauties peeled off their skin one by one. Smiling sweetly, the eyes turned into holes, still smiling, the face fell off in front of him inch by inch, and the mouth opened even wider.Wang Xuan fainted.

Shi Yiming came in and patted Wang Xu'an awake, Wang Xu'an yelled and jumped up, ghost, ghost, ghost came, talking nonsense and bumping into each other.

Shi Yiming grabbed him and frowned: "There is no ghost."

Wang Xu'an was dumbfounded, and murmured: "I saw... Ruanxiang, do you have a maid named Ruanxiang here, she was here just now, and her face fell down. I remember it clearly."

Shi Yiming's face turned blue, he bit his words and said: "There is no maid named Ruanxiang at home."

"She brought me here!" Wang Xu'an roared.

"It's the maid who leads the way, not the soft fragrance you said." Shi Yiming said coldly.

"Your place is not clean, your place is not clean..." Wang Xuan muttered, and ran straight to the door.

Shi Yiming turned his head to look at his precious leather painting carefully.The newly recruited girl Huaixiu is leading the way for the guests. There is no maid named Ruanxiang in Shi Zhai now, but before Huaixiu, a 15-year-old girl who is soft and fragrant and likes to wear light yellow button-down shirts is leading the way. girl.She passed away not long ago.Shi Yiming did not tell the truth.

Wang Xu'an stumbled and ran out, only to run out of Shi's house, and bumped into a stubble-clothed Taoist priest head-on, and fell to the ground.

Wang Xuan fell limply to the ground, and the Taoist circled around him, asking in surprise, "What did you touch?"

Wang Xu'an struggled to sit up and shook his head violently.

The Taoist didn't take it seriously, and said: "You are full of evil spirits, you are so disfigured, and your blood is almost drained, why don't you?"

Wang Xuan straightened his eyes and whitened his lips.

The Taoist sighed, and walked into the Shi's house holding his short beards, and said in a drawn-out tone as he walked, "Hey! There are people in the world who are about to die without realizing it, and they are worse than that idiot in the house." Xi. Oops, I seem to have forgotten that my purpose of going down the mountain was to meet a little beauty..."

Hearing the Taoist's words, Wang Xu'an was startled and frightened, and wanted to stop him and ask him to understand, but the Taoist had already entered the Shi's residence, and he just ran out of it desperately, so he didn't dare to go in again, only thinking about going home.

Wang Xu'an habitually walked around to the Anxiang Pavilion from the back door, but walked quietly and lightly, while trying to hug Cui Nu's warm and warm body quickly to calm the shock, while being surprised and inexplicable by the Taoist's words.

There was no one in the bedroom, and the door to the study was closed tightly.Wang Xu'an lay in front of the half-closed window, secretly peeking inside.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but after looking at it, the soul is gone, and the soul is also flying.In front of the big table in the study room is a dark back figure, erratic, with feet not touching the ground, and is drawing carefully with a brush dipped in paint. The stature of an adult man with broad shoulders and a long body is clearly not Cui Nu.

Blink once, it's terrible, it's a burnt and overcooked man; blink twice, with black clothes and black hair, looking from the side, it looks like an old friend who was killed by himself; blink three times, and saw the painted It's a piece of human skin, Cui Nu's, which I have touched and kissed and been infatuated with... Devil... Wang Xu'an was stunned.

The devil didn't know what he was thinking, and he was in a trance for a while, laughing for a while, lost his mind, put down the pen after drawing, picked up the painted human skin and shook it to make it smooth. Cui Nu, who is four or five years old, has just drawn it, and her eyebrows are like Shi Dai, her face is like rouge, and she is charming and charming.Damn!It turned out that I was hugging such a leather thing day and night... Wang Xu'an didn't dare to look any more, he fell on the ground, his limbs crawled very fast, and he didn't even bother to support his hat when it was crooked.