my husband is a killer

Chapter 209 Lingering 12
Looking down from the cliffs facing the sea, the entire sea level is full of radiant colors and magnificent waves!

The ferry boat began to whistle and slowly entered the port. The seabirds circled and returned to their nests one after another. The wet sea breeze blows to the face, sending the sound of the tide and the sound of the birds far away. Standing on this high cliff, you can hear it. Suddenly, there is a feeling of staying away from the turmoil and climbing the high ground, watching the clouds rise and fall!

The tall man has been standing quietly on the cliff, the mist from the smoke in his hand was only blown away by the sea breeze, and when he inhaled the third one, a sweet and delicate voice sounded behind him:

"It's such a beautiful sunset. I didn't expect you to be so romantic and invite me to watch the sunset together!"

He turned his head and glanced at the charming woman with a face like a peach blossom. He didn't speak, and took a puff of cigarette with his head buried.

She curled up to his side, leaned softly on him, stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck intimately, and snatched the cigarette from his hand with her other crispy red hand, and held it to her lips with her slender fingers. She took a breath gracefully, and exhaled a cloud of misty air with her charming red lips slightly curled up, but it was immediately blown away by the wind. She flashed a pair of beautiful eyes, and exhaled like blue in his ear:

"Why, the matter is over, can we leave tomorrow, people are almost bored here!"

He stared at the sea level motionlessly, watched the ships returning to the port, and the petrels returning to their nests, without saying a word, only the whistling wind in his ears for a while.

She guessed his thoughts in her heart, and stopped talking, just lowered her head to smoke, took a few puffs, and suddenly heard him say:

"E, have you ever felt bored?"

"What do you mean, are you with me?" There was a flash of light in her eyes, and she immediately smiled coquettishly, "Honey, how could it be?"

"I mean—killing people, and this life without self."

She glanced at him thoughtfully, and smiled cautiously:

"Haven't we always lived like this, living for the fog, living for the task, this is the meaning of our existence, why, are you bored?"

The sun had already sunk below the sea level. At this time, the sky was shining brightly and the clouds and peaks were majestic, and a variety of colors fell into the sea, reflecting the sea surface in colorful colors. The eyes of the man standing quietly were also filled with splendor, and he said slowly :

"Live for the fog, live for the task - I used to think the same way, I don't know who I am, I don't know why I do these things, all needs are instincts, all behaviors are habits. We are just fog A killing machine, you have to restrain yourself at any time, you can't have your own judgment, you can't have your own feelings, you only know how to execute orders, you only know how to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, die like this, no one will care, And no one is going to be sad - I really thought it was going to be like this for the rest of my life."

(End of this chapter)