Chapter 203: His eyes are very good his eyes are also very good

Chapter 203 His Eyes Are Very Good His Eyes Are Very Good
There were no fingers in the dark room, and the person sitting in the room was wrapped in a black cloak, blending with the night. He closed his eyes and breathed slightly. Perhaps because the smell in the woman's boudoir made him feel very comfortable, he hesitated for a while, then got up and walked to the bed, then lay down on the bed, and buried his head deeply in the soft quilt and sniffed.
This feeling was very strange. He had never felt guilty before entering the women's room, and was more curious. A guy who didn't blink before killing was even anxious about entering the woman's boudoir, which made him feel a little ridiculous. So he smiled, showing his white teeth.
If in the sun, his smile must be beautiful.
He had two rows of neat and white teeth, and the corners of his mouth were soft when smiling. If he is willing to wash his face carefully, he may still be a man who is not too ugly. I don't know if it was because he was lazy or deliberately doing it. His face was very dirty, and although the smell in those dirt had disappeared, he was still disgusting. In fact, this is a weird face. His eyes were young, but his skin was old enough to have a lot of age spots.
He wanted to pull the quilt over his body and feel the comfort of the comfortable bed. But his outstretched hand stiffened in midair, and he didn't dare.
In the end, he sighed slightly. Get up and clean up your messy quilt, and even pinch a piece of hair on the quilt. He could easily see a hair fall in the dark, if anyone saw this scene, he would be surprised. Da Sui men also had hair, but this man's hair was very short.
His face was dirty and disgusting, and if someone saw such a face while eating, he could not help but want to vomit. But his hands were surprisingly clean, not even a trace of dirt in the cracks in his nails. His hands were slightly thicker and shorter, not slender and pretty. Old people often say that such hands can't play beautiful music, because the fingers are thick and broken, they must not be flexible enough.
The clothes on his body were also very strange. The black-looking cloak was actually a gray cloth robe that was torn apart and changed to black, because it was too dirty. The thread to sew this cape is thicker and thicker. If the daughter-in-law of such a daughter-in-law is so ugly, she might be ashamed to death.
He left the couch and sat down in his chair, looking down at the cloak on his body.
"So ugly"
After a while, he whispered to himself very suddenly. I don't know if the ugly thing he said was his own cloak or something else. But these two words are full of disgust, really disgust.
When he looked up, he found a big rag doll hanging in the window. It was wrapped in a rag with a handkerchief, and it was easy to make. White handkerchiefs have rounded eyebrows and rounded eyes, and a mouth with a large curvature. I have to say that this is not a pretty doll, but also a very cute doll. It should be made by the hostess of this room, hanging on the window or wanting to see the happy smile on the doll's face often.
Because the window was closed, he didn't see the ragdoll at first. He got up and walked over, took off the ragdoll from the window and looked closely. I seem to like it, and even rubbed it on my face a few times. Then he tied the doll to his belt, very carefully and seriously.
When he tied the ragdoll, he suddenly thought of something, and then a tangle appeared in his brows.
kill?
do not kill?
He murmured.
Looking at the rag doll swinging around his waist, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave. He knew that his decision was very naive and an idiot. He took a ragdoll and let the woman die. If someone who taught himself knew it, he would be scolded by him.
The man's figure appeared in his head, and a sudden flash of hatred flashed in his eyes. Behind hate is intense fear.
Why should I listen to you everything?
On what basis?
What will you teach me to kill? I will obey everything you do? No no no, the ability to kill is not what you taught me, but I learned from elsewhere. Don't try to control me anymore, I have left, I want to live my own life, I want to have my own life!
Get away!
Suddenly he crouched on the ground with his head on his face, his face pained.
You don't want to change me back to me, since I have already returned, I will not go back with you! I am me, not you! Yes, I am killing people, but these people are killed for myself and not for you! Don't say anything again ... mine is mine, don't even think about taking it back.
I'm not crazy!
You are a lunatic!
The man squatting on the ground raised his head sharply, his eyes were killing. I didn't know what he had just experienced, but his weird expression on his face became even more haggard. He glanced resentfully across the room, and immediately saw the bronze mirror. He stood up and ran over, raising his finger to himself in the mirror: "Do you believe me will kill you?"
He spoke softly and hoarsely, wondering why he was a little tired.
His eyes in the mirror looked at him outside the mirror with scorn, and the contempt was unbearable. He snarled low outside the mirror: "Why do you look down on me? Now I'm very powerful, if you dare to look at me with that look, I will kill you, I will kill you ! "
Then he raised his hands around his neck and tried hard.
"Hey, scared!"
He smiled smugly, because his breathing was difficult, so his voice was very sharp.
"After you leave yours, I leave mys!"
He said to himself in the mirror, "I don't want to kill people today, I will not kill them!"
Then he turned to leave, and at this time the voice of an old housekeeper in General Guide's house suddenly sounded: "Miss is back ... what is this boy?"
He ran to the window and pushed the window through a small gap to look out. He saw the schoolgirl standing at the door, as if talking to the guy called Fangjie. It should be thanking him for escorting himself home, he could see the shy expression on her face.
And the guy named Fang Xie said two words and then said goodbye. He saw the pretty and beautiful woman standing behind Fang Jie. He could feel the power of that woman, so he chose to give up halfway. Just as he met Fang Jie's night in Chang'an City for the first time, he also suppressed the urge to kill. That guy is the hardest to kill, so stay in the end.
He pursed his lips and thought in his heart that since you were unlucky, don't blame me. Why don't you come back late and why? If you come back a little later and I'll be gone in a little while, you can be safe ... at least, it's safe tonight.
That's an ordinary but cute girl. Would it be a pity to die?
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The tiny gap in the window closed, and the man wrapped in the cloak walked back to the chair and sat down. He faced the door, and his hand stuck out of the cloak. The moment Ma Lilian opened the door and walked in, she would be surprised why there was a dark shadow in the room?
And when a person is panic, there will be many, many flaws, so she is dead. Even if he kills a woman who is not very high, he has done some calculations. This is another perfect homicide case, and the arresters in Chang'an Province cannot find any clues.
He closed his eyes and counted in his heart. He calculated that it would take no more than fifty steps from the door to the room, even if the woman's steps were slightly smaller, it would not exceed fifty-three steps. When the woman who reached the door raised her hand to push the door of the door, he opened his eyes a little bit earlier.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and the black outside seemed much lighter than the room. So after the door opens, people outside the door need a while to get used to the light in the room. At this moment, the man in the cape stood up, waiting for the woman to enter the room. He wants to kill, he wants to kill perfection. After killing the woman silently in the room, he will not leave until he falls asleep again in General Guide's Mansion. Then he rushed to the next place. During the day, he followed another student to find his place, but he didn't rush to start.
Night is the time of the devil.
That was what the man said, and the only thing he thought was right.
The woman standing at the door only paused for a moment, then walked in. Then she turned to close the door, and felt the fire on a table in the door.
The moment the fire was about to light, he shot suddenly.
He had figured out the next move, killed, and caught the fire. Light the candle and he will control the woman's body and walk back to the bed. People outside will never find his presence, and then he will cover the quilt for the woman. He just smelled the quilt deeply.
His fingers were as sharp as a knife, but he didn't want to ruin the woman's appearance. During the day, he had seen from afar, this woman was not beautiful but liked. He decided to poke his fingers through her back of the head and crush her directly. She can't see a little trauma, she will die very calmly.
Just as his fingers were about to reach behind the woman's head, he suddenly turned back abruptly. There was a squeak, and the cloak on his body fell from the air ~ EbookFREE.me ~ When the fragment of the cloak fluttered and fell, the woman shook the flames and turned around, then smiled .
The man wrapped in the cloak's eyes stared, surprised.
This woman is not Ma Lilian.
It was the woman with the color of the city next to Fang Xie. She stood at the door with a pinch, and the other hand was empty, but he clearly felt that her empty hand was holding a sharp long handle. sword. There is no doubt that if he reacted slightly more slowly, the previous sword qi would hit his body. Shen Shenfan, who does not need a sword, seems even more scary.
"pretty shocked?"
Shen Qingfan said lightly, "You shouldn't open a window to look out, because you don't know there is someone with good eyes outside ... he called Fang Jie, do you want to kill him?"
Without waiting for the man to answer, Shen Qingfan continued: "You think, you want to kill Fang Xie the night he removed the red sleeve move. So ... you can die."
She didn't move, but the man wrapped in the cloak immediately backed away. He kept waving to block, as if there was an invisible long sword in the air that kept stabbing and chopping.
Not a handle.
The sinking fan holding Huozizi forward slowly, the man wrapped in the cloak stepped back. On the floor between two people, on the table next to it, on the wall, and on the window, there are constantly narrow sword marks appearing. One by one, densely packed. With a click, the table shattered. With a sound of nails, the copper mirror broke from the middle. With a bang, the bed collapsed.
Countless traces of cracks were cut on the hard ground and on the wall, and many cracks appeared in almost every blink of an eye.
The man wrapped in the cape suddenly turned around and ran out of the window, and then he saw the man who was laughing and smiling in a sunny way.
A punch is coming!
PS: Let the red ticket fly for a while.