A month passed quickly, and the night mèi grew amazingly in this month, and the bright light shone out from under her skin. Suddenly, she could no longer look at her.
However, she didn't know all this. She only knew that her life was depressed. The mistress was so hateful. She was so useless to humiliate her and torture her.
During this period, the Chinese New Year's Eighth Day, with her shadow, she often chatted together, and kissed her intimately like sisters
I started to know that there were only twenty-one female killers in the Ghost Gate, sixteen of which were earth killers, with the lowest status, and then heaven killers, with four, and the last one was the ultimate killer, and they were the commander of all female killers.
Among them, the land killing is not martial arts. Just killing people is very dangerous every mission, so we need to constantly cultivate substitutes like late.
Once the month's deadline arrives, a mission will be assigned to be a killing mission in the evening.
After completing the mission, she officially became the candidate for the land kill. If the mission fails, she will have to die.
The day was getting closer and closer. I felt the pressure at night and started to be unable to sleep at night and feel uneasy.
If you are not mentally healthy, you will easily make mistakes. On this day, when she was on the eighth day of the lunar month, her subordinates accidentally exerted great force, and they did not hold down their glans. The eighth day of the lunar month could not help but ejaculate, and she was ejaculated with one hand.
They are doing flute blowing exercises and they are good at intervals, but the biggest key to flute blowing is to let the other person ejaculate in your mouth, and it is best to be deep in your throat. She made a lot of mistakes
Wanmie was a little stunned, and the night scent quickly said it was okay, but turned his face but slapped the eighth day of the lunar month.
I bowed my head at the eighth day of the lunar month and didn't dare to look at my master. It was indeed a hundred times more gentle than the mistress.
Wanxiang smiled and carefully wiped Wanmimi's fingers with cloth, then she looked up at the sky
The sun is going west. After a while, she suddenly knocked her head with her hand: Then, let's go quickly, the master should summon you at Shenshi today
The news came suddenly, and she dragged her hands and walked further and further away. It was not until she entered the door that she was sure that the leader of the sect really wanted to summon her.
The sect leader is the god of the Ghost Sect, but the god also has a name. In the evening, I know that the sect leader is Cailuo, and has ruled the Ghost Sect for 13 years.
In her impression, the sect leader was a kind person, and the same was true when he saw him today
Seeing her and Wanxiang enter the door, Cailuo stood up slightly from the imperial concubine, nodding to both of them, regardless of size.
Evening, my heart was slightly relaxed, and I slowly walked to the middle of the room, lowered my head and waited for instructions
For a long time, Cailuo didn't speak, the room had no windows, it was very dark, and I stood there in the evening, and only the sound of the palace lanterns above Cailuo's head swaying softly
After a while, I heard a very low sound coming from the northwest corner of the room.
She was young and curious and couldn't help but stretch out her head to look at her.
There were two people standing in the corner, looking tall, they should be two men
Cailuo seemed a little impatient and frowned with her cheeks: Have you peeled it? Are you really old when your hands and feet are so slow?
It's old. The man in the corner replied, smiling: Who told you not to light the lights? My old eyes are so dizzy that I can't see clearly
Cailuo snorted coldly, pointed his hand at the copper gauze lamp on the table next door, and said: Then you go and give this old immortal hand lamp.
Evening around, I found that Wanxiang was gone, so I could only use myself to hold the lights.
So she had to go forward, hold the lamp and walk to the two of them softly.
Only when I got close to it did they see that there were indeed two men. One of them was wearing a gray shirt and the corners of the clothes were washed a little white. He was a gentle middle-aged man, and he should be the one who had just spoken.
The other person had his back facing out, and the light in the room was really too dark and he couldn't see clearly at night, so he put the light closer again
The scene in front of her was shocked. She almost made the gauze lantern fall to the ground after a mistake.
It was indeed a man's back, but the skin on his back was incomplete. He had been cut and hung on his back. At this moment, he was trembling slightly by the breeze.
Cut the skin. It turns out that what they were going to cut a person's skin while they were chatting and laughing just now was a person's skin, a living skin!
At night, Mèi's scalp exploded, and his hands holding the lamp began to tremble constantly
The elegant man smiled and watched her speak: Don't be afraid if you hold it firmly. There is nothing scary. You won't see a drop of blood.
After saying that, he began to hold the knife. His knife, as thin as a cicada, moved inch by inch, separated the skin and flesh and blood.
Sure enough, a drop of blood disappeared. I saw clearly that after the skin was peeled off, a thin layer of yellow fat on the man's back, and blood vessels that were densely covered with fat, and blood was flowing inside.
The skinned man didn't make any sound anymore and sat upright until half of his back was torn off
The middle-aged man sighed and handed the skin to the palm of his hand, signaling her to give it to the master of the sect
Evening Mèi held the leather and his hands and feet were trembling all the way. I don’t know how he walked to the front of the imperial concubine.
Cai Luo got up on the couch, picked up the brush on his hand and dipped it ink, and quickly drew a vine on it.
Then you draw a butterfly. She spoke up later and handed the pen to the nightmèi: This is to be a fan face in the future. You can see where the painting is suitable.
Even though I was shaking, I still quickly fell into ink and drew a pink butterfly in the blank space.
With this butterfly, the whole painting came alive. Cai Luo nodded and secretly praised her for her intelligence and spirituality.
Carry the person down. Hold the skin, Cailuo remembered and waved: Don't call him dead, his skin is pretty good. If you peel it carefully, maybe you can make a lantern. You should be careful, don't break the things I like
There were figures in the room, and it was obvious that there were a group of male servants who carried the person out without a single sound.
I felt a little cold in my teeth at night, and my legs were weak when I stood there. I bit my lower lip and then bit my
Cai Luo still said in a quiet voice: Don't worry, you are different from these servants. I can see that you are a useful person. As long as you are obedient, no one will make things difficult for you.
Evening, the middle-aged man walked over and looked at her with a smile: Master, have you noticed that this child looks very much like you, and he is so handsome that he was as a teenager.
Cai Luo smiled and said to him: So do you mean I am old now? You are so brave, my master of torture
The two of them seemed to be flirting with each other, but they were still breathing a sigh of relief.
The head of Xing Tang Hall, Xing Feng, had heard of this name, and knew that he was a very important figure in the Ghost Sect, and was in charge of punishments and accounting in the Governor.
The low house where the mistress brought her to was the punishment hall. In the evening, I couldn't help but think of the two women, one without feet and the other crawled with a thin snake.
She never thought that the owner of that kind of place would be such a kind and handsome middle-aged man
I guess it might be because I was scared by my name, Xing Feng clenched his fists and coughed lightly: Then, master, don’t forget, she has something serious to come today
Cai Luo knocked on the forehead: I almost forgot that this servant disturbed me. She is here to get the medicine today
So are you ready? She turned around and looked at Xing Feng, rolled up her sleeves and exposed a piece of her arm: What kind of Gu is her shadow falling?
Xing Feng nodded, took out a small wooden box from his arms, opened the lid, and there was a fiery red nematode inside.
If the fire Gu is suppressed, then the cold Gu will be the one he is the one he is in. Cai Luodao, cut open his wrist and release a cluster of blood.
Blood fell into the box and a ray of white smoke rose. The red nematode disappeared immediately, and only a pool of blood was left in the box.
Seeing that I was speechless, Xing Feng laughed: You don’t know that today is the day when your shadow poison attacks. He must be worse than death now, and he is waiting for your master to save him.
Of course, you can not give him the antidote in front of him, or let him beg you like a dog, because you are his master. When I put the wooden box in the evening, I added another sentence, and the voice was still soft and appropriate.
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I went back to the yard and searched for the door holes one by one, and finally found the mistress curled up in the kitchen.
The mistress didn't notice that she was coming in. She was in the cold pond at this moment, curling up her body and curling up, wishing she could squeeze her flesh and bones together to keep warm.
Cold, a cold disease that occurs every two months. He thought he would get used to it, but in the end the word cold is still invincible and easily defeated him.
He felt that he was already a thousand-year-old piece of ice, and even his breathing was thorny, but he didn't know why the pain was still so hot, so hot that it could burn through all his steel bones.
He didn't make a sound, he forgot to exclaim, and he used all his strength to curl up his body.
Evening mèi squatted beside him, watching him almost squeeze his bones, his eyes slowly began to illuminate
She stretched out her hand and pulled his white robe with force. The white robe broke in response to the sound, and his back suddenly lit up outside.
Without resistance, he has no ability to resist
Evening mèi's eyes became brighter, he bent down and hugged him with all his might, dragging him into his bedroom step by step
The mistress lying on the bed closed her eyes, her face turned pale and had a scar on her right cheek, which was just the masterpiece of the night.
Evening mèi found a rope from the room. The mistress had tied her hands and feet separately, tied him to the bed railing, and tied him into a big character.
The mistress was drowsy and instinctively wanted to curl up. Unfortunately, her physical strength was exhausted and she couldn't struggle at all.
I laughed late, picked up scissors and cut his clothes to pieces, letting him come in front of me.
The skin at the tentacles is cold, and I sneer at night: It's so cold, it's not interesting to play with a piece of ice lump
After thinking about it, she had an idea again, turned around and flipped through the cage, and picked out all the jars.
I remember the dark red ones, I bent the corners of my mouth, hollowed out the bottom of the can, and took a few hands to apply the paste to the mistress.
After waiting for a while, the mistress reacted. Her eyelashes trembled and opened her eyes. A dark fire began to burn in her eyes.
Aside from the cold, he began to feel empty, there was an endless hole in his body, screaming and wondering who would fill it.
The male root between the legs also reacted, slowly standing up and calling silently
Evening mèi chuckled, bent down and held it in his mouth, slid his tongue around the tip, and then let it penetrate deep into its throat
After a few sucking and spitting, she stood up and looked at the mistress and picked up her arms.
The mistress started to vent her breath, and she raised her head and neck from somehow she raised her head and neck, and knocked her heavily on the bed board to knock herself out.
Evening Mèi picked up the scissors, cut off the rope in his right hand with a click, and he began to hold his male root, going up and down like crazy
The climax came soon after, and again and again, white liquid ejaculated all over the bed, but it still refused to extinguish. The hollow in the anus was expanding rapidly, and he and the whole world were sucked in.
Give me a quick breath, his hand stretched out, his voice almost hoarse: Please...you, give it to me
Evening Mèi took out the wooden box, then took out the thickest wooden stick in the box, tied it with red silk at the end, and the two things swayed in front of him.
You choose the same two things. She smiled, vicious and happy: You have to think about which one you want.
The mistress called out hoarsely, unable to withstand the two torments of ice and fire. In desperation, she bit her right hand and bit off a piece of her tail finger without any effort.
Evening was shocked, and he looked at her, his mouth was covered in blood and his eyes were full of despair.
When will I be really embarrassed... You closed your eyes and started to speak hard: I have tried my best... How can you understand that you are alone here, only I am your shadow, only I am...
Sentences intermittently every word
In this ghost gate, only he and her fate are connected. She is alone, and the only thing she can rely on is his shadow.
He had done his best, although Cold Noodles had tried his best to make her suffer as little as possible.
I didn't understand all these inside stories lately, but I couldn't help but feel a little touched, and my eyes darkened slightly
Open the wooden box, she poured the antidote into his mouth, then hugged him again, took off all her clothes and hugged him
Indeed, she only has him, only him accompanying each other day and night, and they can't be separated from each other
She held his hands and stopped him from filling the things into the anus, asking him to enter himself and quench his thirst with her body
The mistress then hugged her tightly, biting her and biting her and couldn't help but pierce her. The hot sweat of the two was almost flowing into a river.
The medicine still couldn't be dissipated, and at the end of the day, Mèi couldn't do it, so he had to pick up the vase and knock him on the back of his head, smashing him out with a punch.
The mistress was quiet now, and the person was lying down and breathing lightly. The blood on his fingers gradually stopped.
After hesitating for a moment, he slowly leaned his head on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat
The night outside is as cool as water, and I leaned against her shadow at night. After coming to the Ghost Sect, I fell into my dream for the first time.
However, she didn't know all this. She only knew that her life was depressed. The mistress was so hateful. She was so useless to humiliate her and torture her.
During this period, the Chinese New Year's Eighth Day, with her shadow, she often chatted together, and kissed her intimately like sisters
I started to know that there were only twenty-one female killers in the Ghost Gate, sixteen of which were earth killers, with the lowest status, and then heaven killers, with four, and the last one was the ultimate killer, and they were the commander of all female killers.
Among them, the land killing is not martial arts. Just killing people is very dangerous every mission, so we need to constantly cultivate substitutes like late.
Once the month's deadline arrives, a mission will be assigned to be a killing mission in the evening.
After completing the mission, she officially became the candidate for the land kill. If the mission fails, she will have to die.
The day was getting closer and closer. I felt the pressure at night and started to be unable to sleep at night and feel uneasy.
If you are not mentally healthy, you will easily make mistakes. On this day, when she was on the eighth day of the lunar month, her subordinates accidentally exerted great force, and they did not hold down their glans. The eighth day of the lunar month could not help but ejaculate, and she was ejaculated with one hand.
They are doing flute blowing exercises and they are good at intervals, but the biggest key to flute blowing is to let the other person ejaculate in your mouth, and it is best to be deep in your throat. She made a lot of mistakes
Wanmie was a little stunned, and the night scent quickly said it was okay, but turned his face but slapped the eighth day of the lunar month.
I bowed my head at the eighth day of the lunar month and didn't dare to look at my master. It was indeed a hundred times more gentle than the mistress.
Wanxiang smiled and carefully wiped Wanmimi's fingers with cloth, then she looked up at the sky
The sun is going west. After a while, she suddenly knocked her head with her hand: Then, let's go quickly, the master should summon you at Shenshi today
The news came suddenly, and she dragged her hands and walked further and further away. It was not until she entered the door that she was sure that the leader of the sect really wanted to summon her.
The sect leader is the god of the Ghost Sect, but the god also has a name. In the evening, I know that the sect leader is Cailuo, and has ruled the Ghost Sect for 13 years.
In her impression, the sect leader was a kind person, and the same was true when he saw him today
Seeing her and Wanxiang enter the door, Cailuo stood up slightly from the imperial concubine, nodding to both of them, regardless of size.
Evening, my heart was slightly relaxed, and I slowly walked to the middle of the room, lowered my head and waited for instructions
For a long time, Cailuo didn't speak, the room had no windows, it was very dark, and I stood there in the evening, and only the sound of the palace lanterns above Cailuo's head swaying softly
After a while, I heard a very low sound coming from the northwest corner of the room.
She was young and curious and couldn't help but stretch out her head to look at her.
There were two people standing in the corner, looking tall, they should be two men
Cailuo seemed a little impatient and frowned with her cheeks: Have you peeled it? Are you really old when your hands and feet are so slow?
It's old. The man in the corner replied, smiling: Who told you not to light the lights? My old eyes are so dizzy that I can't see clearly
Cailuo snorted coldly, pointed his hand at the copper gauze lamp on the table next door, and said: Then you go and give this old immortal hand lamp.
Evening around, I found that Wanxiang was gone, so I could only use myself to hold the lights.
So she had to go forward, hold the lamp and walk to the two of them softly.
Only when I got close to it did they see that there were indeed two men. One of them was wearing a gray shirt and the corners of the clothes were washed a little white. He was a gentle middle-aged man, and he should be the one who had just spoken.
The other person had his back facing out, and the light in the room was really too dark and he couldn't see clearly at night, so he put the light closer again
The scene in front of her was shocked. She almost made the gauze lantern fall to the ground after a mistake.
It was indeed a man's back, but the skin on his back was incomplete. He had been cut and hung on his back. At this moment, he was trembling slightly by the breeze.
Cut the skin. It turns out that what they were going to cut a person's skin while they were chatting and laughing just now was a person's skin, a living skin!
At night, Mèi's scalp exploded, and his hands holding the lamp began to tremble constantly
The elegant man smiled and watched her speak: Don't be afraid if you hold it firmly. There is nothing scary. You won't see a drop of blood.
After saying that, he began to hold the knife. His knife, as thin as a cicada, moved inch by inch, separated the skin and flesh and blood.
Sure enough, a drop of blood disappeared. I saw clearly that after the skin was peeled off, a thin layer of yellow fat on the man's back, and blood vessels that were densely covered with fat, and blood was flowing inside.
The skinned man didn't make any sound anymore and sat upright until half of his back was torn off
The middle-aged man sighed and handed the skin to the palm of his hand, signaling her to give it to the master of the sect
Evening Mèi held the leather and his hands and feet were trembling all the way. I don’t know how he walked to the front of the imperial concubine.
Cai Luo got up on the couch, picked up the brush on his hand and dipped it ink, and quickly drew a vine on it.
Then you draw a butterfly. She spoke up later and handed the pen to the nightmèi: This is to be a fan face in the future. You can see where the painting is suitable.
Even though I was shaking, I still quickly fell into ink and drew a pink butterfly in the blank space.
With this butterfly, the whole painting came alive. Cai Luo nodded and secretly praised her for her intelligence and spirituality.
Carry the person down. Hold the skin, Cailuo remembered and waved: Don't call him dead, his skin is pretty good. If you peel it carefully, maybe you can make a lantern. You should be careful, don't break the things I like
There were figures in the room, and it was obvious that there were a group of male servants who carried the person out without a single sound.
I felt a little cold in my teeth at night, and my legs were weak when I stood there. I bit my lower lip and then bit my
Cai Luo still said in a quiet voice: Don't worry, you are different from these servants. I can see that you are a useful person. As long as you are obedient, no one will make things difficult for you.
Evening, the middle-aged man walked over and looked at her with a smile: Master, have you noticed that this child looks very much like you, and he is so handsome that he was as a teenager.
Cai Luo smiled and said to him: So do you mean I am old now? You are so brave, my master of torture
The two of them seemed to be flirting with each other, but they were still breathing a sigh of relief.
The head of Xing Tang Hall, Xing Feng, had heard of this name, and knew that he was a very important figure in the Ghost Sect, and was in charge of punishments and accounting in the Governor.
The low house where the mistress brought her to was the punishment hall. In the evening, I couldn't help but think of the two women, one without feet and the other crawled with a thin snake.
She never thought that the owner of that kind of place would be such a kind and handsome middle-aged man
I guess it might be because I was scared by my name, Xing Feng clenched his fists and coughed lightly: Then, master, don’t forget, she has something serious to come today
Cai Luo knocked on the forehead: I almost forgot that this servant disturbed me. She is here to get the medicine today
So are you ready? She turned around and looked at Xing Feng, rolled up her sleeves and exposed a piece of her arm: What kind of Gu is her shadow falling?
Xing Feng nodded, took out a small wooden box from his arms, opened the lid, and there was a fiery red nematode inside.
If the fire Gu is suppressed, then the cold Gu will be the one he is the one he is in. Cai Luodao, cut open his wrist and release a cluster of blood.
Blood fell into the box and a ray of white smoke rose. The red nematode disappeared immediately, and only a pool of blood was left in the box.
Seeing that I was speechless, Xing Feng laughed: You don’t know that today is the day when your shadow poison attacks. He must be worse than death now, and he is waiting for your master to save him.
Of course, you can not give him the antidote in front of him, or let him beg you like a dog, because you are his master. When I put the wooden box in the evening, I added another sentence, and the voice was still soft and appropriate.
※※※※
I went back to the yard and searched for the door holes one by one, and finally found the mistress curled up in the kitchen.
The mistress didn't notice that she was coming in. She was in the cold pond at this moment, curling up her body and curling up, wishing she could squeeze her flesh and bones together to keep warm.
Cold, a cold disease that occurs every two months. He thought he would get used to it, but in the end the word cold is still invincible and easily defeated him.
He felt that he was already a thousand-year-old piece of ice, and even his breathing was thorny, but he didn't know why the pain was still so hot, so hot that it could burn through all his steel bones.
He didn't make a sound, he forgot to exclaim, and he used all his strength to curl up his body.
Evening mèi squatted beside him, watching him almost squeeze his bones, his eyes slowly began to illuminate
She stretched out her hand and pulled his white robe with force. The white robe broke in response to the sound, and his back suddenly lit up outside.
Without resistance, he has no ability to resist
Evening mèi's eyes became brighter, he bent down and hugged him with all his might, dragging him into his bedroom step by step
The mistress lying on the bed closed her eyes, her face turned pale and had a scar on her right cheek, which was just the masterpiece of the night.
Evening mèi found a rope from the room. The mistress had tied her hands and feet separately, tied him to the bed railing, and tied him into a big character.
The mistress was drowsy and instinctively wanted to curl up. Unfortunately, her physical strength was exhausted and she couldn't struggle at all.
I laughed late, picked up scissors and cut his clothes to pieces, letting him come in front of me.
The skin at the tentacles is cold, and I sneer at night: It's so cold, it's not interesting to play with a piece of ice lump
After thinking about it, she had an idea again, turned around and flipped through the cage, and picked out all the jars.
I remember the dark red ones, I bent the corners of my mouth, hollowed out the bottom of the can, and took a few hands to apply the paste to the mistress.
After waiting for a while, the mistress reacted. Her eyelashes trembled and opened her eyes. A dark fire began to burn in her eyes.
Aside from the cold, he began to feel empty, there was an endless hole in his body, screaming and wondering who would fill it.
The male root between the legs also reacted, slowly standing up and calling silently
Evening mèi chuckled, bent down and held it in his mouth, slid his tongue around the tip, and then let it penetrate deep into its throat
After a few sucking and spitting, she stood up and looked at the mistress and picked up her arms.
The mistress started to vent her breath, and she raised her head and neck from somehow she raised her head and neck, and knocked her heavily on the bed board to knock herself out.
Evening Mèi picked up the scissors, cut off the rope in his right hand with a click, and he began to hold his male root, going up and down like crazy
The climax came soon after, and again and again, white liquid ejaculated all over the bed, but it still refused to extinguish. The hollow in the anus was expanding rapidly, and he and the whole world were sucked in.
Give me a quick breath, his hand stretched out, his voice almost hoarse: Please...you, give it to me
Evening Mèi took out the wooden box, then took out the thickest wooden stick in the box, tied it with red silk at the end, and the two things swayed in front of him.
You choose the same two things. She smiled, vicious and happy: You have to think about which one you want.
The mistress called out hoarsely, unable to withstand the two torments of ice and fire. In desperation, she bit her right hand and bit off a piece of her tail finger without any effort.
Evening was shocked, and he looked at her, his mouth was covered in blood and his eyes were full of despair.
When will I be really embarrassed... You closed your eyes and started to speak hard: I have tried my best... How can you understand that you are alone here, only I am your shadow, only I am...
Sentences intermittently every word
In this ghost gate, only he and her fate are connected. She is alone, and the only thing she can rely on is his shadow.
He had done his best, although Cold Noodles had tried his best to make her suffer as little as possible.
I didn't understand all these inside stories lately, but I couldn't help but feel a little touched, and my eyes darkened slightly
Open the wooden box, she poured the antidote into his mouth, then hugged him again, took off all her clothes and hugged him
Indeed, she only has him, only him accompanying each other day and night, and they can't be separated from each other
She held his hands and stopped him from filling the things into the anus, asking him to enter himself and quench his thirst with her body
The mistress then hugged her tightly, biting her and biting her and couldn't help but pierce her. The hot sweat of the two was almost flowing into a river.
The medicine still couldn't be dissipated, and at the end of the day, Mèi couldn't do it, so he had to pick up the vase and knock him on the back of his head, smashing him out with a punch.
The mistress was quiet now, and the person was lying down and breathing lightly. The blood on his fingers gradually stopped.
After hesitating for a moment, he slowly leaned his head on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat
The night outside is as cool as water, and I leaned against her shadow at night. After coming to the Ghost Sect, I fell into my dream for the first time.
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