The mistress came back while she was picking up the firewood with the sword, and stood beside him and stared at him.
It seems you know everything. After staring at her for a while, she said: Who is in that dark room, what he likes, what we want to do when we go in, you know all of these. Since you know, let's talk about it.
The mistress turned around and her face looked a little solemn: I don’t know, I don’t know anything. Remember that this person’s identity is a taboo in the Ghost Gate, don’t go to investigate.
Evening was shocked, and suddenly I felt that I had always looked down on this shadow before.
The mistress's face was slowing down at this time, and she lowered her hand: Did the master be selected?
Evening nodded, before I could say anything below, I heard a noise in the yard
She went out and saw four or five people suddenly in the yard. They all carried their bags and walked with their heads down. After a while, they all got into the originally vacant servant's room.
Wanka, who came with her, held her hand, dragged her to the gate of the courtyard, pointed her hand high and said: Congratulations to the girl for officially becoming a terrestrial killer. Look, this yard now has a name.
I looked up at night and saw that there were two beautiful regular characters in the gate of the courtyard, which read "Mèi Kill"
The girl was killed in the future. Wanxiang slapped her back intimately: We will sit on an equal footing in the future, but we must take care of each other.
Evening mèi understood a little. It turned out that the dark room was in the afternoon. After she was selected, she turned into a ground kill. Then the other three women should be the candidates.
So she smiled with a smile, and she was heartless: What are you saying? Sister, I don’t know anything when I came late, and I will rely on my sister to train me in the future.
After becoming a territorial killer, the life in the yard did not change much. The biggest change was that there were five more servants, and the mistress became much more idle.
The training still needs to continue. On this day, the mistress brought rice paper, pen and ink, saying that she would learn to write late.
The green outside moves, and I feel a little sleepy at night, and I stretch my waist impatiently: I don’t need to learn calligraphy anymore. My father is a scholar who failed. I have forced me to write big characters and recite the Book of Songs since I was a child.
Wanxiang happened to visit her at this time, and after hearing this, she smiled: You don’t understand this girl. It’s different from other places to learn writing.
After saying that, she clapped her hands, and her shadow came out in the eighth day of the lunar month, shrank her shoulders and lowered her head.
Wanxiang told him to get off the table, and smiled while giving instructions: Our 1st day of the 19th day of the country is amazing, and the lotus can bloom on his tongue.
The mistress followed and spoke: Then I'll ask my master to write a five-character poem, using regular script, and I'll talk about the Red Devil's Umbrella by the way
I sat down inexplicably at night, picked up a brush to dip ink, and wrote the word "Bed" very regularly
Under the table, I looked at the owner and moved forward slowly, and under the hem of the evening skirt.
The rule of the Ghost Gate is not to wear pants, so I quickly found my goal on the eighth day of the lunar month.
At this time, Mèi was writing a previous word, and suddenly she felt a clever and wet tongue slid across her thighs, and her body trembled and turned the word out.
Wanxiang was hilarious, and changed a piece of rice paper for her and signaled her to start from scratch
The mistress opened the red umbrella at this time and opened the truth: You already know the flower on the umbrella, and the name is Diyong Jinlian. This is a corpse flower, which originally grew specifically on the dead.
There was a strange feeling in the words, and my spine became cold at night, but it became hotter
At this time, the eighth day of the lunar month had already spread her legs, licked her hair with her tongue, and licked her carefully inch by inch.
I was trembling in my hands and feet, and finally I forced myself to write the word "Bed" again
The tongue of the eighth day of the lunar month had moved to the flower hole at this time. After licking it a few times, it started sucking, sucking and releasing it to stimulate her clitoris.
The numb pleasure wrapped around the whole body, moist, and the liquid in the mouth was taken in the eighth day of the lunar month, swallowing it
Evening Mèi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly finished the first sentence holding his breath
The mistress continues: The flower is now parasitic on the umbrella, and its root is entangled by the insects in the flower core. It is covered with the umbrella surface. Because it is a corpse flower, it usually has no movement. Only when it smells the smell of dead people will it stretch and suck the blood of dead people.
The insects in the flower core laughed when they heard this, and thought it was really appropriate.
The tongue of the eighth day of the lunar month was stretched straight and penetrated into her private parts, trembling and wrapping inside, not like a worm drilling into the flower core.
After a while of excitement, Mèi felt a little late. Her nipples were hard and her breathing was rapid. She quickly grabbed the table with her left hand and wrote two more sentences before she reached the climax.
The mistress continues: You have seen the golden lotus sucking blood. Those red silks are actually not stamens, but the tentacles of the blood insect inside, which stretch out to suck people's essence and blood...
Evening Mèi immediately remembered the scene that night, remembered how the red silk penetrated into Pang De's chest, entered his body, and sucked an eight-foot man into an empty bag.
Fear increased pleasure, the love juice in the private parts rolled down, the tongue of the eighth day of the lunar month rolled in a wetland, and finally retreated and kept biting her labia. Mèi finally couldn't bear it at night, and she felt that the climax was coming.
At this time, she was still very clear-headed, and she quickly wrote the last five words before her consciousness was distracted
When the last word "四" was finished, the climax came as scheduled, and the tongue of the eighth day of the lunar month was still trembling, so the climax rose one after another in the trembling, and finally the clouds broke through the sun and couldn't stop.
The handwriting on the rice paper was barely neat. Evening, Mèi gasped and put his head on the table and asked the mistress: Now it’s over.
The mistress looked up at her: So, Master, I just said that after sucking a few people's blood, the blood insect will mature and be used by the master?
I blinked my eyes and could only listen to him repeat: I just said that the insects sucked the blood of ten people and then matured. Master can pick it down to serve as a great use. You didn't hear it just now, which means that Master is not sober enough at the critical moment, and I have to do it again. I will recite the lyrics this time. Master, please remember
Mèi wailed and started to move again on the eighth day of the lunar month under him.
This time I changed my tricks. I opened my fingers in the eighth day of the lunar month and found the point of bliss inside her and kept stimulating, while my tongue was still licking and sucking outside.
The pleasure is even more unpleasant, and the words that mistress pronounced are complicated, and it is difficult to get through late, and only after three consecutive orgasms are there
After that, she was so wet that she lay on the table and gasped. Wanka took her words and looked at them carefully.
Feng Xiaoyin After reciting the name of the lyrics, she started to laugh: This word is appropriate, the girl has good concentration, I thought I couldn’t practice it all over the place, it’s no wonder the master appreciated you, and when I saw you twice, I would like to give you a fan.
The mistress was silent, and the room was filled with only the late XiūXiū gasping sound
But mistress, you shouldn't be so careless. After a while, Wanxiang turned around and watched the mistress deeply: After receiving the fan, she strolled to the door of the killer, and let her meet and ask you. After asking, she was jealous and sent a girl to perform such a dangerous mission.
There was clearly something else in this sentence. I noticed it immediately. I looked up at the mistress, and my eyes were burning with a cold light.
The mistress was still silent, not explaining, just lowered her head
※※※※
After nearly two months, the mistress didn't explain. In the eyes of the young man, this kind of silence was equivalent to a default. He deliberately cheated her and asked her to give her the most dangerous task.
This thought made her feel resentful, and the resentment continued to grow, reaching its peak when the mistress cold Gu attacked.
It's still the same rule. The sect leader personally summoned the late mèi to learn about the medicine. This time, there was no out-of-stop branch.
After returning, I found the mistress in the corner of the room and saw that he was squeezing like last time.
I'll give you another chance to explain. She bent down and shook her in front of him with the antidote: You'd better not lie.
The mistress opened her eyes with difficulty, saw her and the antidote, but finally she was silent, lowered her head and buried her face in her knees.
I closed my eyebrows at night and stopped talking. I opened the lid of the wooden box and covered the bottom of the sky, poured the antidote clean, and then pulled my feet away
She felt at ease when she did this and didn't feel regretful. She even went to the window of the mistress at night to see him look in pain to relieve his hatred.
I haven't seen the mistress curled up in the same place for a long time, with her back facing the corner of the wall and her head burying her knees
Evening Mèi found blood under his sleeves, so he walked into the door and saw that he was indeed biting his own shirt and holding a piece of meat in his mouth.
Evening mèi reached out to pull it out, and it took him a long time to pull out his arm
The piece of meat was also broken, and he bit his teeth and oozed blood.
Evening mèi turned around, went to bed and tear off a sheet and stuffed it into his mouth. He watched his body stiff and twitch gently, suddenly he couldn't bear it, and ran out of the door with his feet.
It's not sleepless at night, but I just wake up from time to time, and I feel that the sound of the wind outside the window is like sobbing
The second day and the third day, the cold poison has not faded. I suddenly remembered visiting each other and stayed at Wanxiang for a day.
I was a little hungry when I turned around at night. I turned into the kitchen at night, but saw the new cook holding the mistress, looking around and not knowing what to do
When she came in, the cook quickly put the person down: Master, look, I just came in to see the midnight snack, and saw him stuffing his hands into the furnace, and if he was one step later, his hands would burn out.
I lowered my waist at night and saw that the mistress's sleeves were indeed burnt halfway, and the arms and palms were terrible, and the skin was charred and the flesh was blooming.
She calmed down for a moment, watched the mistress struggle and wanted to warm the furnace, but suddenly shed tears and opened her arms to hug him.
This is the first time she cried after coming to the Ghost Sect. The tears were slightly cool but hot. The mistress was in her arms and gradually calmed down and stopped struggling.
It's finally over. The cold Gu attacks of three days and three nights, and the tortures of three days and three nights
After that, the mistress rested for two days and bandaged her wounds. According to his own words, there is a medicine for the healing wounds from the Ghost Sect, and these injuries are nothing at all.
Evening Mèi was a little regretful, but she refused to say that she was just stunned by the Chunmei outside the prison window.
Seeing the mistress standing behind her, she began to sigh: Today is my birthday, I am only seventeen years old, but why do I feel like I have lived for several lifetimes
She is a strong person and rarely feels sad about spring and autumn. The mistress couldn't bear it and turned around and went to the kitchen.
When I came back, I held a bowl of noodles in my hand, the soup was cool, and the fine green onion flowers were floating on it.
I picked a entrance and tasted the skills of a mistress rather than a cook.
After looking at the mistress's hands wrapped in gauze, she touched the soft part in her heart and said: Thank you for this bowl of longevity noodles. No matter whether you are sincere or false to me, I will thank you for this bowl of noodles.
The mistress still hangs her hands: Then after the master finishes eating, let’s plan this mission well
Evening mèi's eyes suddenly dim: Yes, I have to plan, that person is called Han Xiu, right? It is said that he is not only a first-class expert, but also an orthodox woman. He is a wife who loves her wife as much as her life.
It seems you know everything. After staring at her for a while, she said: Who is in that dark room, what he likes, what we want to do when we go in, you know all of these. Since you know, let's talk about it.
The mistress turned around and her face looked a little solemn: I don’t know, I don’t know anything. Remember that this person’s identity is a taboo in the Ghost Gate, don’t go to investigate.
Evening was shocked, and suddenly I felt that I had always looked down on this shadow before.
The mistress's face was slowing down at this time, and she lowered her hand: Did the master be selected?
Evening nodded, before I could say anything below, I heard a noise in the yard
She went out and saw four or five people suddenly in the yard. They all carried their bags and walked with their heads down. After a while, they all got into the originally vacant servant's room.
Wanka, who came with her, held her hand, dragged her to the gate of the courtyard, pointed her hand high and said: Congratulations to the girl for officially becoming a terrestrial killer. Look, this yard now has a name.
I looked up at night and saw that there were two beautiful regular characters in the gate of the courtyard, which read "Mèi Kill"
The girl was killed in the future. Wanxiang slapped her back intimately: We will sit on an equal footing in the future, but we must take care of each other.
Evening mèi understood a little. It turned out that the dark room was in the afternoon. After she was selected, she turned into a ground kill. Then the other three women should be the candidates.
So she smiled with a smile, and she was heartless: What are you saying? Sister, I don’t know anything when I came late, and I will rely on my sister to train me in the future.
After becoming a territorial killer, the life in the yard did not change much. The biggest change was that there were five more servants, and the mistress became much more idle.
The training still needs to continue. On this day, the mistress brought rice paper, pen and ink, saying that she would learn to write late.
The green outside moves, and I feel a little sleepy at night, and I stretch my waist impatiently: I don’t need to learn calligraphy anymore. My father is a scholar who failed. I have forced me to write big characters and recite the Book of Songs since I was a child.
Wanxiang happened to visit her at this time, and after hearing this, she smiled: You don’t understand this girl. It’s different from other places to learn writing.
After saying that, she clapped her hands, and her shadow came out in the eighth day of the lunar month, shrank her shoulders and lowered her head.
Wanxiang told him to get off the table, and smiled while giving instructions: Our 1st day of the 19th day of the country is amazing, and the lotus can bloom on his tongue.
The mistress followed and spoke: Then I'll ask my master to write a five-character poem, using regular script, and I'll talk about the Red Devil's Umbrella by the way
I sat down inexplicably at night, picked up a brush to dip ink, and wrote the word "Bed" very regularly
Under the table, I looked at the owner and moved forward slowly, and under the hem of the evening skirt.
The rule of the Ghost Gate is not to wear pants, so I quickly found my goal on the eighth day of the lunar month.
At this time, Mèi was writing a previous word, and suddenly she felt a clever and wet tongue slid across her thighs, and her body trembled and turned the word out.
Wanxiang was hilarious, and changed a piece of rice paper for her and signaled her to start from scratch
The mistress opened the red umbrella at this time and opened the truth: You already know the flower on the umbrella, and the name is Diyong Jinlian. This is a corpse flower, which originally grew specifically on the dead.
There was a strange feeling in the words, and my spine became cold at night, but it became hotter
At this time, the eighth day of the lunar month had already spread her legs, licked her hair with her tongue, and licked her carefully inch by inch.
I was trembling in my hands and feet, and finally I forced myself to write the word "Bed" again
The tongue of the eighth day of the lunar month had moved to the flower hole at this time. After licking it a few times, it started sucking, sucking and releasing it to stimulate her clitoris.
The numb pleasure wrapped around the whole body, moist, and the liquid in the mouth was taken in the eighth day of the lunar month, swallowing it
Evening Mèi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly finished the first sentence holding his breath
The mistress continues: The flower is now parasitic on the umbrella, and its root is entangled by the insects in the flower core. It is covered with the umbrella surface. Because it is a corpse flower, it usually has no movement. Only when it smells the smell of dead people will it stretch and suck the blood of dead people.
The insects in the flower core laughed when they heard this, and thought it was really appropriate.
The tongue of the eighth day of the lunar month was stretched straight and penetrated into her private parts, trembling and wrapping inside, not like a worm drilling into the flower core.
After a while of excitement, Mèi felt a little late. Her nipples were hard and her breathing was rapid. She quickly grabbed the table with her left hand and wrote two more sentences before she reached the climax.
The mistress continues: You have seen the golden lotus sucking blood. Those red silks are actually not stamens, but the tentacles of the blood insect inside, which stretch out to suck people's essence and blood...
Evening Mèi immediately remembered the scene that night, remembered how the red silk penetrated into Pang De's chest, entered his body, and sucked an eight-foot man into an empty bag.
Fear increased pleasure, the love juice in the private parts rolled down, the tongue of the eighth day of the lunar month rolled in a wetland, and finally retreated and kept biting her labia. Mèi finally couldn't bear it at night, and she felt that the climax was coming.
At this time, she was still very clear-headed, and she quickly wrote the last five words before her consciousness was distracted
When the last word "四" was finished, the climax came as scheduled, and the tongue of the eighth day of the lunar month was still trembling, so the climax rose one after another in the trembling, and finally the clouds broke through the sun and couldn't stop.
The handwriting on the rice paper was barely neat. Evening, Mèi gasped and put his head on the table and asked the mistress: Now it’s over.
The mistress looked up at her: So, Master, I just said that after sucking a few people's blood, the blood insect will mature and be used by the master?
I blinked my eyes and could only listen to him repeat: I just said that the insects sucked the blood of ten people and then matured. Master can pick it down to serve as a great use. You didn't hear it just now, which means that Master is not sober enough at the critical moment, and I have to do it again. I will recite the lyrics this time. Master, please remember
Mèi wailed and started to move again on the eighth day of the lunar month under him.
This time I changed my tricks. I opened my fingers in the eighth day of the lunar month and found the point of bliss inside her and kept stimulating, while my tongue was still licking and sucking outside.
The pleasure is even more unpleasant, and the words that mistress pronounced are complicated, and it is difficult to get through late, and only after three consecutive orgasms are there
After that, she was so wet that she lay on the table and gasped. Wanka took her words and looked at them carefully.
Feng Xiaoyin After reciting the name of the lyrics, she started to laugh: This word is appropriate, the girl has good concentration, I thought I couldn’t practice it all over the place, it’s no wonder the master appreciated you, and when I saw you twice, I would like to give you a fan.
The mistress was silent, and the room was filled with only the late XiūXiū gasping sound
But mistress, you shouldn't be so careless. After a while, Wanxiang turned around and watched the mistress deeply: After receiving the fan, she strolled to the door of the killer, and let her meet and ask you. After asking, she was jealous and sent a girl to perform such a dangerous mission.
There was clearly something else in this sentence. I noticed it immediately. I looked up at the mistress, and my eyes were burning with a cold light.
The mistress was still silent, not explaining, just lowered her head
※※※※
After nearly two months, the mistress didn't explain. In the eyes of the young man, this kind of silence was equivalent to a default. He deliberately cheated her and asked her to give her the most dangerous task.
This thought made her feel resentful, and the resentment continued to grow, reaching its peak when the mistress cold Gu attacked.
It's still the same rule. The sect leader personally summoned the late mèi to learn about the medicine. This time, there was no out-of-stop branch.
After returning, I found the mistress in the corner of the room and saw that he was squeezing like last time.
I'll give you another chance to explain. She bent down and shook her in front of him with the antidote: You'd better not lie.
The mistress opened her eyes with difficulty, saw her and the antidote, but finally she was silent, lowered her head and buried her face in her knees.
I closed my eyebrows at night and stopped talking. I opened the lid of the wooden box and covered the bottom of the sky, poured the antidote clean, and then pulled my feet away
She felt at ease when she did this and didn't feel regretful. She even went to the window of the mistress at night to see him look in pain to relieve his hatred.
I haven't seen the mistress curled up in the same place for a long time, with her back facing the corner of the wall and her head burying her knees
Evening Mèi found blood under his sleeves, so he walked into the door and saw that he was indeed biting his own shirt and holding a piece of meat in his mouth.
Evening mèi reached out to pull it out, and it took him a long time to pull out his arm
The piece of meat was also broken, and he bit his teeth and oozed blood.
Evening mèi turned around, went to bed and tear off a sheet and stuffed it into his mouth. He watched his body stiff and twitch gently, suddenly he couldn't bear it, and ran out of the door with his feet.
It's not sleepless at night, but I just wake up from time to time, and I feel that the sound of the wind outside the window is like sobbing
The second day and the third day, the cold poison has not faded. I suddenly remembered visiting each other and stayed at Wanxiang for a day.
I was a little hungry when I turned around at night. I turned into the kitchen at night, but saw the new cook holding the mistress, looking around and not knowing what to do
When she came in, the cook quickly put the person down: Master, look, I just came in to see the midnight snack, and saw him stuffing his hands into the furnace, and if he was one step later, his hands would burn out.
I lowered my waist at night and saw that the mistress's sleeves were indeed burnt halfway, and the arms and palms were terrible, and the skin was charred and the flesh was blooming.
She calmed down for a moment, watched the mistress struggle and wanted to warm the furnace, but suddenly shed tears and opened her arms to hug him.
This is the first time she cried after coming to the Ghost Sect. The tears were slightly cool but hot. The mistress was in her arms and gradually calmed down and stopped struggling.
It's finally over. The cold Gu attacks of three days and three nights, and the tortures of three days and three nights
After that, the mistress rested for two days and bandaged her wounds. According to his own words, there is a medicine for the healing wounds from the Ghost Sect, and these injuries are nothing at all.
Evening Mèi was a little regretful, but she refused to say that she was just stunned by the Chunmei outside the prison window.
Seeing the mistress standing behind her, she began to sigh: Today is my birthday, I am only seventeen years old, but why do I feel like I have lived for several lifetimes
She is a strong person and rarely feels sad about spring and autumn. The mistress couldn't bear it and turned around and went to the kitchen.
When I came back, I held a bowl of noodles in my hand, the soup was cool, and the fine green onion flowers were floating on it.
I picked a entrance and tasted the skills of a mistress rather than a cook.
After looking at the mistress's hands wrapped in gauze, she touched the soft part in her heart and said: Thank you for this bowl of longevity noodles. No matter whether you are sincere or false to me, I will thank you for this bowl of noodles.
The mistress still hangs her hands: Then after the master finishes eating, let’s plan this mission well
Evening mèi's eyes suddenly dim: Yes, I have to plan, that person is called Han Xiu, right? It is said that he is not only a first-class expert, but also an orthodox woman. He is a wife who loves her wife as much as her life.
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