Fortunately, Feng knelt down and didn't know what these two sentences mean, otherwise he would have been scared to pee his pants.

Three days later, Feng knelt in a gorgeous carriage.

Outside the car window, the cold air was blowing.

Feng knelt down and wrapped his thin body in a thick cloak. The boss who drove the car was a strong middle-aged man. His dark skin and honest smile looked like a simple and honest man at first glance.

I don’t know if it was the car owner’s superb skills or the golden leaf that was kneeling on the maple kneeling. The brand new and spacious carriage was walking steadily on the bumpy road.

This is the official road leading to the capital. Unexpectedly, the road conditions are so bad.

Feng knelt on the soft cushion and tried to straighten his legs.

The car owner suddenly shouted and the carriage slowly stopped.

Feng knelt down and frowned and said, "What's going on?"

The owner of the car immediately replied: "Ke-yeah, there is a young woman lying on the official road."

Feng knelt down and lifted the curtain, and saw a young and petite woman curled up not far away in front of him.

The woman has a beautiful face, and her pale little face is filled with a pathological rosy redness.

In such a cold winter, this woman actually wore a thin low-cut jacket.

Feng's eyes were slowly widening, his nose was swelling gently, and a heat current rose from the abdominal cavity. Feng's kneeling was thinking about it again.

Boss Che is a person who is ignorant of the charm, and he can't see Feng's intention to kneel down. He frowned and looked anxious: "Master, should we go around?"

Feng knelt down and sat upright, saying seriously: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! How can we not save our lives?"

The handsome boss of the car face was full of smiles: "Hisser is really a bodhisattva. That little woman might agree with her body, and then..."

Feng knelt down and said coldly, "What are you talking about? You have bad intentions!" Although his face was cold, his heart was filled with heat.

The woman was rescued into the car.

The woman's soft body leaned obliquely against the seat, and a strong smell of alcohol came to her face.

Feng knelt down and couldn't help but look at the woman's delicate little face.

The woman's little face was flushed, and her smooth forehead was covered with a faint mist. She breathed evenly, and her towering chest was undulating rhythmically. Feng knelt down and deliberately tilted her head over. He wanted to see the woman's body, but he smelled a very strange fragrance.

Soon, Feng knelt down and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

The big green horse pulling the cart is running wildly.

Heavy snow covered the sky and the ground.

The black-faced coachman was still trying hard to beat the horse, as if something extremely urgent was waiting for him to do.

The carriage suddenly turned and entered the black forest next to the official road.

In the forest, there are tall and green old pine trees, and under the old pine trees are all tall and bulging graves.

There are stone tablets more than one person tall standing in front of the grave.

This place turned out to be a cemetery.

The carriage was running through the forest with difficulty. The deeper the forest, the darker the light.

There is no way out ahead. The dense pine and cypress trees form a natural barrier.

The black-faced coachman had a gloomy face and looked very solemn.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted up, and the woman's pale face was poked out.

Large swaths of snowflakes fell from the cloudy sky, falling on the face, nose, and eyebrows of the black-faced coachman...

The woman's face no longer had the charm she had just now, and there was a sad look on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

The black-faced coachman stood in the snow all over the sky, his expression as if he was a general who commanded thousands of troops.

The woman sighed and suddenly said, "What should we do next?"

The black-faced coachman looked at the woman coldly and said for a while: "You can leave now! Go back and tell your master that Xu's face is black, but this heart is bright red.

The woman stared at the black-faced coachman blankly, her eyes full of pain and loneliness. She looked at the sky with her eyes dazed, and her voice was trembling: "I know if you don't say it, I will definitely do what you promised others!"

The black-faced coachman didn't speak, and his face was so gloomy that water was about to drip into it.

The woman slowly walked out of the car, as if she was talking to herself: "Maybe in your eyes, I am a perfectly slutty woman. In fact, I also want to live a normal life."

The black-faced coachman said coldly: "People are in the world and cannot help themselves! No one will blame you."

The woman's white lips were trembling violently: "Maybe no one would blame me, because no one cares about me at all, so I take me to heart."

The muscles on the black-faced coachman's face beat violently. The corners of his stubborn mouth couldn't help but twitch violently. He looked up at the sky, allowing the cold snowflakes to cover his face.

The woman suddenly rushed over, hugged his broad shoulders, and sobbed, "I know you have me in your heart...but why... you never say it?"

The muscles on the black-faced coachman's face were violently moved. He stood in the wind and snow, motionless, as if he had turned into a lifeless statue.

The woman pressed her tears tightly against his broad and solid back, and her body was trembling gently due to sobs.

The woman spoke again, like a lover's dream in the dark: "These days... I'm thinking of you... as long as you want... I..."

The woman did not finish her words, but she knew that the words she had not finished were the most charming and charming.

The black-faced coachman had a blue face. He stared at his eyes, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and trembled all over. He turned around suddenly and slapped the woman's blushing little face.

The slap was too powerful, and the woman's petite body had already flown out, and blood was bleed from her mouth and nose.

The black-faced coachman looked at his palm and his whole body trembled even harder. He knew the power of the slap he had just now. Deep in his heart, the unforgettable resentment gradually loosened with the slap.

The woman's soft body lies in the snow, and her small face is terrifyingly pale.

The black-faced coachman turned his face and went to see the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

The woman suddenly laughed, her laughter was sad and sad, and it made people feel sad when she heard it.

The big green horse next to him suddenly neighed at the sky.

The big green horse trampled back and forth in the snow, and the entire carriage was jogging violently.

The black-faced coachman turned around in shock.

A short sword was actually inserted into the body of the big green horse. A piece of parchment was nailed under the tip of the sword.

There is a line of fly-headed calligraphy written on the parchment paper.

"The white clothes have nothing, so I have to have spring in the garden!"

The black-faced coachman's pupils were tightened. He clenched his fists, his face turned pale.

The Baiyi Spark is another Baiyi Spark! But he really couldn't figure it out that his secret action was exposed again.

The woman stopped laughing, her charming eyes full of panic and fear.

In Piaomiaoda6, I don’t know that there are not many people in Baiyijian! This mysterious organization has mysterious actions, but its power is amazing. I want to talk about "Danzun Evil God" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to read novels, talk about life, and find friends~

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