"It is probably that I am too attached to human temperature and love to be loved, so I will be very happy."
"It’s very hard to think about these problems, so I’ll be happy if my life is simple, little girl. My name is Luo Feng. What’s your name?" The drunk man didn’t find the word "human" in her speech and still smiled and asked
The purple in the eyes has already dispersed and forgotten the original intention. The girl responded to the stranger’s question "Huh? Lan Lingxiao "
"Lan Lingxiao is a beautiful name. I’m leaving. The little girl also goes home early. Be careful of the pervert! Ha ha ha "
Luofeng patted LanLingXiao head and strode away.
I’m not angry? Looking at that end and leaving the back of the "stranger", Lan Lingxiao also smiled "pervert? Aren’t you? Ha ha "what she didn’t know was that the leaving man walked and finally sobbed." Did you really have it? Luoer, why are you leaving? "
Chapter II, Orange Game
Day and night are the difference between angels and demons. When angels and demons are alike, it may be sunset and it may be Lebanon.
When another group of gangsters rushed in regardless of life and death, Zhuo Lun had lost his mind. He knew that he kept punching and punching again because he could fight and how much he fell. How much more seems to be more difficult to judge
It will definitely end. Anyway, I can’t die, and I shouldn’t die. He wants to rush forward again and fly one of his men and kick another at the same time.
At the same time, across the river
Fighting, killing, sharp weapons inserted into the body, dull echoes just filled with eardrums, but now they all belong to the lonely and open field, and only two people don’t know whether their faces are naturally indifferent or numb.
The confrontation has been going on
This is a corner forgotten by light, with the most primitive killing forever.
LanLingXiao looked at the thin and rickety figure across the street, a little disdainful. The cold temperature drifted to the fingertips, and the cold murder flooded up and used to dagger Chu.
It’s windy, and the clouds are floating slowly all over the sky. The moon seems to have broken free from the shackles and can’t wait to spread radiance to people. The ugly and terrible face can hide wrinkles and scars at once, but the facial features are crowded. It’s more appropriate to say that the face is broken than tomatoes.
"Disgusting" Lan Lingxiao muttered that he could no longer control his heart. He was extremely disgusted with body movements and pointed a dagger at his opponent’s heart.
The old man always thinks that he is quick enough, which is why he can live to the present, but now he finds that he is quick enough because he is dead.
The silver light was more beautiful than the arc, but it sank into his heart at an incredible speed, ending the killer’s criminal life.
"Killer list ranked seventh’ shadow solo’? Hum so much. "
Before she pulled back the dagger and wiped it coldly, she turned around and passed away in a green dress like a flower.
"Is Zhuo dead?"
Jumping over the moat, the little girl grumpily asked her lying companion.
"I can still catch my breath and don’t help!" Zhuolun lying didn’t good the spirit ground to answer.
"People are all dead. Help. Let’s go." She tiptoed and kicked the people and walked straight ahead.
"Do you think I can walk? ！” Zhuolun struggled for two angrily scolded.
Suddenly, I felt that I was out of shape, and the whole person floated up and opened his eyes. I didn’t know when Lan Lingxiao came back. I was holding him to see my arms. The person opened his eyes and scolded "idiot …"
"Depend! Who is an idiot! "
"You are"
"LanLingXiao you a dead woman killer list ranked first is great. I just sent a little bit-"
"Shut up!"
"What if it’s not closed?"
"Bang-"in the dark night, the strange echo of life is like a person falling to the ground …
The sky is a fish-belly grey in the east, but the sun has not yet risen, but it has been dyed along the mountain. A girl walks alone with a bag on her back, looking down at her feet. The roadside is not cold and getting up early. All kinds of vendors have been busy setting up stalls to make a living all day. For these working people at the bottom of society, how much money they can earn today is the most important thing. It depends on whether their family will be hungry or not. The girl bought a sesame cake in an early shop and quickly stepped up her pace.
"Xiao-Xiao-hey! Lan Lingxiao! "
As soon as I got to the gate of Chengling High School, Leng Zhuxiang shouted her name and rushed over to rush headlong into Lan Lingxiao’s arms.
Lan Lingxiao was in a trance and was shocked. He pulled Leng Zhuxiang to smile and asked, "What’s wrong with Xiangxiang?"
Leng Zhuxiang ran out of breath and couldn’t speak for a while. She pulled Lan Lingxiao away. When she was in military training before the first year of high school, Lan Lingxiao hit it off as soon as she met. It has always been Lan Lingxiao’s best friend. Because his father is a medical practitioner, he often tells Lan Lingxiao some strange cases. I don’t know what to say this time.
Lan Lingxiao couldn’t stop being dragged by a friend for a long time with a smile. When Leng Zhuxiang didn’t stop, he couldn’t help but wake up and said, "Why is Xiangxiang still going to class and wants to be caught?"
"Ah, yes," Leng Zhuxiang touched her head and smiled shyly. Looking around the dead week, I saw that it was very quiet here. Few talents lowered their voices and mysteriously said, "Xiao, I told you that I know whose body my father examined yesterday? It was the man who was hit yesterday who dumped you in Nangong Stardust! It’s really hard to be rewarded, but it’s strange that dad said that Nangong stardust had died before it was hit! Do you say horrible? It’s a good thing you broke up, otherwise you would associate with the dead. It’s really cold! "
At this moment, it was suddenly strangely quiet, and the insects were noisy. When I didn’t know it, I had faded away, and the world around me was as empty as a dream.
The sun shone through the cracks in the leaves, and the pale faces of the two girls were blurred by the light, and a voice rang gently.
"He dumped me and died. He forgot to take back what he gave me …"
Leng Zhuxiang listened to Lan Lingxiao muttering something but didn’t catch it clearly and asked, "Xiao, what did you say?" I didn’t hear it. "
Lan Lingxiao smiled faintly. "No, it’s nothing. I said it’s not our turn to take care of this kind of thing. Let’s go."