[Pretender] Manchun Resentment

Is it a bad guy?She used the most decisive and vicious method, but she was torturing herself.

Maybe she's just upset, maybe she's just too power-hungry, and she can still be saved.

No matter what, he still has to complete the task of confusing her today, and then find a way to lose her Fujita Yoshimasa's trust and remove her from power.

If you want it, send it far away, to France?U.K?Vienna?It will be all right.

Leave far away, walk far away, marry a man like Fang Liwen, and then live in peace and happiness for the rest of your life.

But is Minglou really willing?I am willing to send that little girl, the cleanest and most persistent self in my soul, into the arms of others

in?

He knew that all she wanted was herself.

But this life does not belong to me, how can I give it to you?

The oath is false, the promise is false, the beautiful future is false,

Only by giving you the warmth and love now, is it true.

He didn't know that Wang Manchun still wanted Ming Jing to kneel in this life, not because she hated Ming Jing, on the contrary, she didn't care at all, she asked her to kneel,

But for that final maintenance and deception.

She pointed a gun at Minglou on the second floor, yelling that she wanted to hit him and kill him, but when Mingtai raised the gun at her senior brother, she raised the gun to defend him.

Protect.

Why am I so cheap?

She hated herself deeply, but protecting him had become something in Wang Manchun's blood, but this last bit of maintenance became her only gap, and also became the key factor for him to kill her.

How can you be so sure that I will protect you?

How can you use my love to take advantage of me?You might as well kill me.

Pulling out my nails today is to remind myself, don't soften, don't forget, and don't lose heart because of these illusions that will disappear at any time

I lost my fighting spirit and forgot my own ideas.

Minglou, why would I kill you if I don't kill you?I want to make your life worse than death, make you regret it, make you regret it all your life, dear

hand killed her.

I want you to owe me for the rest of your life, for the rest of your life, no matter where you go, you can't leave me, you can't leave me, you are everywhere, just

even yourself,

also me.

For this love (meat)

See Weibo, Weibo name is my name (harmonious meat)

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【Fifty】

"Open the door!" Liang Zhongchun leaned on a cane and stood in front of the execution room with a cold expression on his face.

Mingtai felt that he had a psychological shadow, and he even suspected that he was hallucinating because of too much drug injection.react

At that time, he was the only one left in the dark torture room.

But he was always inexplicably relieved, his chest was heavy, and he could feel some metal-like disc stuck to his chest, icy and cold.

It made him shiver a little.

what?He knew it right away.

"Stand still, don't shake." Ah Cheng gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear, and patted his chest. His body smelled like roses

Said, Mingtai became more determined, and whispered in his ear with a smile,

"When I go back, I want to eat the noodles you made."

stinky boy.

He turned around, the windbreaker fluttered in the night wind, the black leather gloves rubbed against the barrel of the gun, and Liang Zhongchun felt terrified by his skillful posture.

afraid.

We all know that Ah Cheng is a perfect executor, he is ruthless in his strikes and even more ruthless in his heart. Even his younger brother who grew up with him can say that he can raise a gun when he raises a gun.

The familiarity of holding a gun, and some small postures, don't say that it doesn't look like it was taught by the military academy, I'm afraid it's an old man to use it

hand.

Mingcheng, or Minglou, maybe it's not as simple as he thought.

Liang Zhongchun began to be afraid of his own imagination, he told himself to stop thinking.

Because the more he thought about it, he could only see the scene where he was being taken farther and farther away. He couldn't look back, he could only deceive himself and continue to move forward.

before.

"Let's go" he shouted with a sigh, stopping his subordinates from going to check,

"It's late at night and the dew is heavy, brothers and sisters go to eat supper." Liang Zhongchun turned his head, closed his eyes and went to the car.

"Mingtai, Mingtai!!" He drowsily felt his face wet, accompanied by waves of warm tingling, this feeling was too familiar, leading

Zhi Mingtai thought he was on his own big bed, and subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to push away the big flat cat face, but he couldn't.

Breathing, stretched halfway as if about to fall, and was grabbed by a hand that was always moist and warm.

"Don't talk, don't worry." The voice was soft and sweet, something he once called as wonderful as honey candy.he finally settled down

heart.

Stumbling and coughing, he pinched the warm cat's face vigorously, and finally regained some strength. The fat and arrogant cat

He wasn't angry either, he just walked aside dissatisfied and grunting.

"The one you played with Wang Manchun really wanted to scare me to death." Although it wasn't that he was injured, he did it in front of the people in the recording.

But he was very sober at that time, right in front of his eyes, he clamped the beautiful Koudan with pliers, who was almost as slender as him

With a flick of his thin nails, his own screams were half fake and half real.

Even the smallest pediatric whipping can't help screaming, so, how strong self-control is needed to hold back the pain,

Maybe even a good laugh?

It is absolutely impossible for Wang Manchun to be a lunatic, because a lunatic will not hide his emotions. Her eyes are bright like shining lights.

"You have to thank her." Yu Manli said, she had attained Consummation herself, but it was only when she watched Wang Manchun torture herself like this that she achieved it.

A more stimulating sense of satisfaction.

If I were a little more crazy, if I hated a little more, it would be the same situation.I looked at her as I looked at myself, and the other

A crazy self.

[Maybe some people will think we are cheap, maybe some people will think we are perverted and crazy.But no one can understand us at all. ]

All of you, have you ever tasted the taste of death?Their last memory is of losing consciousness in pain, and then, that's it

The smoke disappeared.

It's really a coincidence that two different people died in similar ways.

Have they ever been shot to death and then smashed to pieces from a high place?They have tried, even in this state, they are still conscious, they can clearly feel the sharp pain of metal bullets embedded in the flesh, the tightening of nerves, the slow loss of blood, and the joints of bones.

shattered to pieces,

Then one was stripped naked, had his chest cut off, and left his corpse in the wilderness. He could only feel his lover's warm tears dripping down on his body.

She felt ashamed that he was looking at her own ugly body.

The other, simpler, was splashed with snow-white flour, and in the end, he died in the explosion fire together with his subordinates who looked down upon him

, turned into crumbs and ashes.

And during this process, they never lost consciousness.

No one can empathize.

"I want to thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Mingtai asked.

"Thank you for giving me the courage to continue living."

He didn't join the gang, so Yu Manli sent him to a small courtyard, not big, surrounded by alleys, twists and turns.

There is just a theater blocking it.

Some dilapidated houses have a small yard in front of them. In the yard is a big tree that cannot be named. Under the big tree is a stone table.

There is a stone bench, and beside it is a broken bicycle parked under the erected pergola. The purple flowers are fragrant, but there are some small green peppers and red peppers planted underneath.The house is not big, there are only three rooms in it, not even an upper floor, the hall is the hall when you enter, and the one on the right

There are two small bedrooms on the left of the big bedroom, and the two entrances behind are leading to the bathroom and kitchen. Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.

The.

The original owner should be a very delicate person, clean, and maybe a bit feminine. Mingtai sometimes even thinks that it should be a woman.

Man, because obviously, there is a dresser in the bedroom with lipstick paper, eyebrow pencil, and thin pens and paper.

To be honest, if he didn't know his brother very well, he would have thought that Ming Lou lived here.Whether male or female, it should be

A delicate person.

But his handwriting is too strong, with outstanding vigor, it can be seen from the handwriting of a strong and masculine man.Minglou learned calligraphy brushes in his early years, wrist

The whole body is strong, and it looks like there is always a wave of air-conditioning in it, which is a strong deterrent, but although this person's handwriting is highly similar to Minglou, he always likes it.

Huan even has a pen with a hook, which is as gentle as water.

Who is this person?

I'm afraid he can't be so scruples anymore, because in the peaceful little days, two new residents have joined, one should have been shot dead,

Another person who should have had his tracheotomy cut and died in an ugly way.

So why exactly?

Everyone knows it, but you just keep it from him?

love is too short

【51】

Whether it is Minglou's plan or Wang Tianfeng's original plan, the two most important chess pieces, one is Mingtai and the other is Wang Manchun, they should have been in Minglou's hands.

Wang Manchun is more of a pair of eyes, she is here to witness and be the most important witness in the plan of the dead, so Guo Qiyun must

To die, Yu Manli must die, Wang Tianfeng, Mingtai must all die.

Only in this way can her spirit be paralyzed, and Minglou can take advantage of the void to enter again.

But what if the eyes could lie?

No one thought that the leader of No. 76 would be an anti-Japanese element.