The sound of rain outside the tent turned down, and the curtains were opened to let out heat. Drunk wolverines came out of the camp in the middle of the night. Lei Changming was so hot that he unbuttoned his clothes and exposed his breasts. He had a dark chest with many scars, and a handful of chest hairs like weeds were born in wantonly clothes. He embraced the woman drunk, sang and danced, and greeted Shen Zechuan: "Brother Shen, get up!"

At this moment, the curtains moved, and a few low-eyed soldiers entered to eat.

Shen Zechuan wiped the bamboo fan half off and stood up. The candlelight in the account was not bright enough. He raised his hand and slanted his face with a fan. Looking at Lei Changming, he said softly, "What dance do you want to watch?"

Lei Changming thought that Shen Zechuan was born very well, so it was not only beautiful to look at, but also very beautiful, and covered the whole house. He drank boldly and even pushed the woman away and rushed to Shen Zechuan, but unexpectedly tripped over the hip flask under his feet, and fell embarrassedly at the feet of Shen Zechuan. Lei Changming panted and drank on the ground, trying to catch Shen Zechuan's robe. He made a splash, but he laughed.

"Xiang," Lei Changming stretched his neck and sniffed vigorously in the air. "You are really fragrant. Brother Shen, come on, help me, I will jump with you, whatever you want to jump! Fuck, This is what people say about beauty! "

Shen Zechuan looked at him, looking at him like a thick-haired spider with a belly, crawling on the ground, chasing his own corner. For some reason, Shen Zechuan developed a hasty disgust at this ridiculous moment. His hatred that opened the fence was like lava, and his fingers holding the fan were blanching.

Mr. asked him to leave Badu and return to Zhongbo. He once dreamed of Duanzhou, but he has explained in the hands of such people. Lei Changming and others are like malicious incarnations, they are the ghosts who occupy the rivers.

Shen Zechuan's bamboo fan was placed lightly on his lips. He smiled, stepped back, and leaned a little in the noisy flickering noise, saying, "Come here.

Lei Changming originally wanted to get up, but at this moment it seemed like he couldn't help it. He crawled toward Shen Zechuan with his hands and feet. In this encounter, he felt that what he saw was not a person, but a nocturnal demon who could not touch. He swallowed saliva covetously, only to find that Shen Zechuan wore a tiny white jade in his right ear. That jade was carefully polished into a round shape, and the color in the lamp shadow was too gentle. On Shen Zechuan's earlobe, it was his only accessory except the small bamboo fan.

"Brother Shen ..." Lei Changming said urgently, "Hurry up, help me."

The soldiers buried their heads in a pan, holding the tray and letting go, as if preparing to withdraw. The shouts and laughter of men and women are like this drizzle, and in Lei Changming's ears they become another world that looks far and near. He was like a chained walking dog, saliva dripping, and was pulled towards Shen Zechuan by an invisible force. The account is upside down, Lei Changming is dizzy, it is because the wine is drunk too much.

Brother Shen.

Lei Changming said in worship.

Shen Zechuan. beauty. Brother Shen.

Lei Changming tore his open clothes chaotically, feeling that the scars on his chest were burning. He had never done this before, with his eyes open obviously, but he seemed to be asleep. He was still crawling, as if finally approaching Shen Zechuan's feet. He raised his hair with vague laughter, and wanted to grab Shen Zechuan's robe corners as white as clouds.

"The evil spirit ..." Lei Changming poked out his hand, murmured to Shen Zechuan generally, "how did you create this look ..."

Lei Changming has killed many people at Zhongbo, robbed countless women, and forced many children. People like him seem to love people like pearls in their nature. Those who are delicate, clean, and even ignorant, he wants to be torn and stained with blood. He has done a lot of evil things, and he consciously wants to take a detour even when he sees a ghost. He is not afraid of any cause and effect-they have done wrong things, they can still sleep soundly, and they still have countless glory and wealth. They don't even remember the body that was crushed by them. Those who are like clouds are people they have never met.

Lei Changming's eyes were faint, and Shen Zechuan's face gradually blurred. The mellow little jade became more and more clear, and it became a little jade ball that he seemed to know.

Little brother.

Lei Changming once coaxed a child like this, he held the other's hands and feet, and put the other in the dark account to practice. He still remembered that day when he drank alcohol, so did the scars on his chest. The pinched hands and feet were too thin, and Lei Changming even wanted to break them in excitement. He folded hard, watching the ruddy turn into green and white, and finally a mess.

Lei Changming panted, but failed to touch Shen Zechuan several times. He shook his head hard and had a headache in the chaotic voices. He scrambled forward, bumping into a small case on the side, where drinks and dishes splashed him. He was half naked and shouted: "Shen--"

The account in Lei Changming's eyes suddenly came over, and a large amount of blood was spilled on his cheek. He opened his mouth wide, his body was still stiff, but his head was rolled out, and he leaned against the wooden leg of the small case, his expression was sickeningly fresh.

The laughter in the tent came to an abrupt end, the candlelight was still swaying, everyone kept the original movement, but it seemed to be stiff and dead. There was some wind between the open curtains, the drizzle was still falling, and the night was like the climbing silence, putting out the last candlelight.

Shen Zechuan silently wiped the Yang Shanxue tablecloth drawn from under the mat, the blade peeled off the blood, leaving a long red scar on the cotton cloth. He wiped very slowly, and no one saw when he pulled the knife, so he could only appreciate his patient wiping.

Shen Zechuan laughed inexplicably, and he laughed, like the most wanton laugh in these days. He retracted the knife, held the folding fan, and stepped on Lei Changming's head.

"Dancing," Shen Zechuan said, looking down at Lei Changming, "are you worth it?"

***

The **** soldier took off his pants, and his throat was cut and dragged into the grass. The patrol in the camp was loose, and Lei Changming's soldiers gathered in groups of three and down to watch the dice. They did not notice that their people were quietly decreasing.

"Let the husband save a few mouthfuls of meat and make a plate for our brothers. This rain is like diarrhea. It's uncomfortable. Don't drink a bit of it, how hard it is!" Xiaoqi shook the dice and looked up behind him. Shouted, "You go, it's up to you, Pestle is in trouble here!"

Having said that, they lowered their heads again, they head to head, chewed the jerky, and threw the last bit of copper in the waistband into the gamble, all looking forward to their luck.

"This hand is also stink!" One of them slaps, as if slaps his hands, wipes and rubs on his legs, and says, "I'm not playing!"

"Don't!" The other dragged him, "That's boring! Minger entered the city, don't you have to ask for money to spend time on the boat in the kiln? You have another one! Always work!"

"Yeah!" The one who was about to go was slobbering at the other person. "With our big name, we still need money to go to the city to go to the kiln? Give me a dirty disease! Don't play anymore! I think it's going to be all night in my account tonight. Drinking it like this won't fight tomorrow. I'll sleep for a few hours. "

As soon as this person turned around, he bumped into someone. He struck his arm on the armor, listening to the "bang", and knocked him out. He hesitated for a moment, and then started shoving the other side, scolding: "Stop your father--"

Just listening to a dull throbbing sound, this man had to plant forward without any time to speak. Blocked by the opponent's body, he just backed up and hit the crowd who was still rolling the dice. The dice was knocked to the ground immediately, their vigil's temper was soaring, they would fight after grabbing the collar, who knows to twist the person over, and the eyes stared outside, already dead!

The embargo pulls out its knives without giving them a chance to respond. Blood splattered on the armor, and the Taihu tiger wiped his face and shouted, "Kill!"

Without a patrolling letter from the patrol, the soldiers who had been resting in the camp were caught off guard by the embargo. Hutaitai rushed into the tent with people, covered their noses and noses, stabbed across with a knife, leaving a red mattress. The surviving bandits ran out of their military accounts in panic without receiving any order. They were like flocks of headless flies, running away in a panic in the rainy night. The camp has been completely surrounded by the embargo. When the old Youzi, who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, saw those scabbard knives, he immediately seized them, crowded together, and knelt across the muddy water to ask for mercy.

Xiao Chi came to the horse, Lang Tao Xue Jin stepped on the horseshoe in front of the crowd. Hai Dongqing descended from the sky and landed on Xiao Chiye's shoulder. Xiao Chiye Jianshuo's body is like the ink cloud covering the light in the rainy night. He carried the candlelight in that distant and faint account, his eyes were like a knife, and those prying eyes disappeared in a panic.

Huantai Tiger is counting people.

Xiao Chiye turned his head and his shoulders were wet. Leaning his head, holding the deadly military account, as if knowing that there was flesh and blood in it to eat. Shen Zechuan was not in the tent. He stood outside, holding an umbrella, and looked down at his blood-stained boots.

Xiao Chiye leaned down and jumped to Shen Zechuan's shoulder. Shen Zechuan looked up, facing Xiao Chiye's eyes.

"This little boy," Xiao Chiye lifted, pointedly scratching the tip of Shen Zechuan's nose, "how can one stand here to get the rain?"

Shen Zechuan wiped away the small bamboo fan and showed it to Xiao Chiye, saying with a bit of anger, "My fan is dirty."

A few drops of blood spattered on that fan, like the red plum splashing on the word, sulking open, how unattractive. This word was written by Xiao Chiye. Since the fan was sent in, it is like Shen Fanglan's.

"It's pretty chic," Xiao Chiye's eyes didn't leave Shen Zechuan's face. He said, "Give me this and I'll make one for you."

Shen Zechuan slanted the fan into Xiao Chiye's back and nodded. Xiao Chiye smiled at him and asked, "Is the yummy delicious?"

Shen Zechuan shook open his umbrella, blocked two people, and said, "It's too noisy."

Xiao Chi got off the horse, took the umbrella, and only covered Shen Zechuan. He was exposed outside, and he lifted the curtain with one hand, looked inside, and said, "This camp is a little weird."

Shen Zechuan raised his hand to cover the man who wanted to fly in, and said, "I don't think he is the rumored Lei Changming who can conquer the two states."

The two of them were still talking, but suddenly the Huantai Tiger approached. The tiger's blood was not wiped, and his face was not good. He saluted the two of them and said, "Master, their number is not at all right. I asked some flags, and even a few people below me couldn't tell . I asked again before I realized that they were all bandits that Lei Changming had just accepted. They were not the ones he brought from Luoshan at all! "

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