Tang Daxia wrote a thousand original novels

I will definitely not use the No.1 scale to dictate Xiaohuangwen to Xiaochang.

Especially since the main character is myself.

These are not simple public executions.

This is the public flogging of the corpse after the public execution.

After whipping the corpse, they still have to dance on the grave.

After the disco dance is over, a discotheque has to be built on the grave, and then 360 dances non-stop for five days.

Shame, shame.

Moreover, Xiao Chang himself is approaching the limit of his endurance.

As a serious straight male reader, when he heard how I "seduced" Qiu Lianzheng and how Qiu Lianzheng "indecently" went back, his expressions were combined into two states.

Splitting, and repeated splitting.

The former is his stable normal state, and the latter is his golden upgrade state, so that in the later stage, he not only twitched on his face, but when he heard some descriptions of plots that he couldn't bear to look at, he even clenched the seat of his chair tightly. handle, and successfully snapped the wooden handle—off.

He also popped three small teacups.

Jumped twice and hit the beams and pillars of the house.

Once, I almost collapsed the chair because of restlessness.

It was not easy for him to hear this.

Then I can't make things difficult for him, I'm a good author.

So I said: "Don't worry, I won't go into details with you about the next thing."

Should I generalize the head office?I can also fast forward.

To describe it in a little academic terms, I tried to open up Qiu Lianzheng's senses, making him more likely to receive external stimuli.

It is a teaching process.

It is also a kind of example.

When I show "seduce" with my body, I am also teaching him how to "seduce" me. This is a battle about pleasure. In this upcoming battle, he should learn to make his opponent feel happy.

So has Qiu Lianzheng learned?

He's not completely without talent.

When I recall, I think of three scenes, three scenes.

Like a huge and long plum blossom gun, it pokes, pricks, points, stabs at an immovable tree stump, mercilessly and fatally.

Like a solitary boat, it fluctuates under thousands of huge waves, ups and downs, being thrown and then wrapped, trying to escape but being dragged back.

Like a guillotine with a sharp edge, it cuts up and down against a vast expanse of white snow. What it sweeps is snow, and what comes out is blood. The whiteness and blood are mixed together. In the end, there is me in you, and you in me. No matter how hard it is separated from each other.

Three scenes, one scene of people.

Qiu Lianzheng played the three roles of gun, giant wave and guillotine respectively.

He played a gun first.

The gun was facing a tree.

Normal people know that trees are still and stable, but Qiu Lianzheng doesn't believe it.

He thought that there must be a hidden weapon hidden in the stump, and he thought that the tree would plot against him and resist him.

He was actually afraid of being assassinated by a tree.

So he turned into a gun and stabbed, pierced, poked, and pointed the tree in various ways.

The action is full of probing, suppression, and mistrust.

The tree took it one by one, and it was not knocked down.

After all, it is older and more experienced. It has a deeper foundation and more means. When the other party sends a gust of gunfire, it uses branches and leaves to filter the wind into a breeze, and then sends it back.

This kind of filtering of sharpness and response to roughness is powerful and stable, calm and calm.

It rocks this gun.

The gun also put down its guard.

The gun immediately became a huge wave, and the tree became a lonely boat.

The surface of the sea is transparent and crystal clear, and it is so beautiful, but when the strong wind comes, the sea seems to lose its mind, rolling out huge waves all over the sky, and the huge waves use obscene gestures to manipulate the posture of this lone boat, It repeatedly throws up, throws down, scrapes, and hugs. It pats a few wave crests on the weak point of the lonely boat, scratches it gently, and then uses the wave crests to support the bottom of the lonely boat, stabbing and beating repeatedly.

The skeleton of a lone boat is not rigid.

Almost falling apart and overturning!

Driven by the strong wind, the huge waves are full of arrogance and obscenity!

It pinches heavily indifferently, rubbing it contentedly, the strong wind makes it more arrogant and irritable, it almost plays with this lonely boat in the palm of its hand!

But the lonely boat did not fall apart in the end.

It is timeless and full of skill.

It goes up and down and never turns over.

On the surface, it is the consciousness of the huge wave and then the strong wind that is destroying it and manipulating it.

In fact, it is it that guides the hurricane to knead the crest of the wave, it is the one that climbs the rock on the top of the wave, and it is the one that leads the sea to turn into various shapes and poses!

It seemed to know exactly what it was doing.

It has accepted the big waves, and it has also led the big waves.

But no matter how long the lonely boat has been, there will be a moment when it gets lost.

After the ups and downs of earth-shaking waves, it also feels out of control.

I feel that the other party is losing his mind more and more.

At this time, the huge waves became more frustrated and braver, and became stronger and stronger.

It finally turned into a guillotine, and the lonely boat became a vast snow field.

Guillotine attack!

Knife in!

Knife out.

Snow falls!

Blood flow.

No tricks anymore.

There is no rhythm.

Only after losing all civilization and reason, pure and barbaric venting and collision!

So when I wake up.

I saw Qiu Lianzheng using a handkerchief, carefully cleaning something for me.

His expression was still indifferent, but his movements were very careful and gentle, trying not to touch the wound. Then I raised my head, and he looked sideways. His eyes met mine, and there was an indescribable subtle change.It was as if a sharp part had become peaceful, and a peaceful part had become vigilant again.

I looked at him calmly, for a while, and asked, "Is that enough?"

After trying for so long, is it enough for you to believe me?

After doing so much, is it enough to cure your poison?

Not enough words.

I beat you to death.

I don't know what kind of meaning Qiu Lianzheng understood, anyway, the expression on his face suddenly became extremely complicated.

It seems that different parts are divided into different emotions. If you interpret it from a thousand angles, you can get [-] answers.

After that brief moment of complex change, he looked away.

He is indifferent.

But it was no longer murderous.

I just tried my best to say something in a nonchalant tone.

"The knife wound on your abdomen has burst open."

He said so, and I sincerely thank him.

"Thank you very much, the attack is really ruthless."

He gave me a very uncomfortable look.

You can neither get angry, nor sarcasm back.

He thought for a long time as if he didn't know how to react, so he said flatly: "I became poisoned later... I didn't realize it."

And my expression seemed a little cold.

"You just... really looked like a lunatic."

Qiu Lianzheng's body trembled slightly.

But he refused to say a word.

His head seemed to be sunk in a boundless shadow, without even showing his expression.

I looked at the door of the room for a while.

The stone door has been opened, and there is still a little light outside, which means that three hours have passed.

So I just asked, "Have I passed out for a long time?"

Qiu Lianzheng: "It's not too long, but there will be a while."

I felt my body, and slowly straightened up: "Thank you."

Qiu Lian contended, "Thank you for what?"

I looked at him: "It was like that just now, but you still remember...not to touch my face."

The disguise on the face is still there, indicating that the true face has not been exposed.

So I said lightly: "Your hands are very interesting. Sometimes they are really a pair of despicable villains, but sometimes they are very trustworthy, like two humble gentlemen."

I thought that Qiu Lianzheng would return with a sarcastic look, which is his usual style.

But after Qiu Lianzheng listened, he actually observed his hand for a while.

Then he gave me a cold look.

He gritted his teeth and frowned.

But just don't speak.

No one could guess what he was thinking right now.

But there is a kind of joy in my heart.

Because he had condensed his vigilance for so long, brewing all kinds of murderous aura.

It's all gone.

It can't be gathered together like a plate of loose sand.

No matter who he is, he has been completely dedicated by another person, even if that person is an enemy or a murderous suspect, it is difficult for him to have pure killing intent.

Because he was shocked.

The enemy allowed him to injure himself.

He was actually allowed to vent his ugliness on his body.

This tolerance for doing whatever he wanted, this devotion bordering on despair, caused him a considerable shock.

So he can't look at me.

Refusing to look me in the eye again.

I thought about it and decided to get out of bed.

But his body trembled in pain, his limbs seemed to be falling apart.

At this time, I don't want to lie flat, and I have to work hard together.

He was immediately pushed back by a hand.

Qiu Lianzheng stared at me hard.

At this time, he knows how to stare at people.

"Your wound is bleeding, new and old!"

But I looked directly at him: "Master Snake is still outside, I have to get up."

I stared at him for a long time, Qiu Lianzheng retracted his eyes again, and said indifferently: "You stay here, I'll go outside and have a look."

He paused, and then said: "If there is nothing wrong outside, I will go to another room and get some wound medicine for you."

I just sneered and said, "You're gone, I'm here alone, if he comes back, will I die by his hands?"

Qiu Lian contended: "But this stone gate can be opened or closed from the outside, so I will seal the stone gate again from the outside..."

I was taken aback, and he continued: "Just now, three palace men came outside and opened the stone gate for me. They are all trustworthy people, so... I will let them guard you here..."

I looked at Qiu Lianzheng with some hesitation.

It's not that I don't believe in his eyes, I believe his eyes are as good as a blind man's.I want to know are these three people really reliable?Is it reliable in terms of character?

Qiu Lianzheng's eyes sharpened: "I know what you're thinking. If the three of them were unreliable, they would have killed us just now when I was weak and you were weak."

"You believe them?"

I stared at him without moving.

"Then do you believe me?"

Qiu Lianzheng frowned, and said with a stinky face: "Although you saved me...but you still lied to me, and you still refuse to tell me about the person behind your scenes, and you are not completely suspected of killing Sheng Wanli. Clear."

I wanted to laugh a little: "Then what are you doing now?"

Qiu Lianzheng frowned: "It's just that you shouldn't die here."

He was cold and decisive: "Especially not at the hands of Master Snake."

Then he looked up and gave me one last look.

Taking a deep breath, he was about to walk out of the stone gate.

But suddenly stopped.

It seemed to be blocked by a wall.

His body stood still at that moment, but he didn't look back.

I looked at him with some doubts, only to see that the man didn't look back, but just read three words indifferently.

"Ye Xiaoyan."

"Ok?"

He stopped for a long, long time, and I waited for a long, long time. The more I waited, the more confused I became, but I didn't know how to speak. I always felt that his back was infinitely elongated at this moment, and even the darkness could not cover his beating heart. The lights couldn't even illuminate his profile.His whole person is like an indifferent statue, inlaid on the threshold, and like a lone floating cloud, temporarily falling in front of me.This made me unwilling to disturb his thinking.

Then he seemed to have finished thinking, and suddenly opened his mouth.

"I just thought... the name sounds nice."

After saying this inexplicable sentence, he read another sentence lightly.

"If I go here, I will die at the hands of Master Snake...I will call this name more often."

He didn't seem to say anything, but I felt a kind of implicit sadness and a strong determination brewing inside.When I wanted to ask again, Qiu Lianzheng had already walked out without looking back.

He will no longer take the initiative to say that he likes it.

It is not rude to say "I want to touch the ass of the person I like before I die".

He would only speak lightly and softly, calling out one more person's name a few times.

Just because he used to think that this name was really nice.

The author has something to say:

Double update tonight, there will be another update after this update, and the next chapter will end the memory, which may be the emotionally powerful chapter of the entire memory part