Female president's private killer

Taoist Duan Tian took a breath and didn't tell Mo Mo that no one could tattoo such a beautiful butterfly on his shoulder: "all over the world, I only know an old man who can make ancient secret pigment patterns. His biggest hobby is to tattoo butterflies, and this tattoo can grow up with age... I also know a very beautiful girl, And as like as two peas in your shoulders... "

He didn't stop. These words also brought his thoughts back to the wonderful memory. At that time, there was always a beautiful and lively little girl who followed his ass like a fart... Oh, like a flying butterfly.

That girl was so simple, naive and lovely at that time... Who can imagine that she will grow up

"All right!" Mo Mo seemed to finally make up his mind: "I tell you! But remember to give the money! "

Duan Tiandao, who is having a good memory and is suddenly interrupted by money: "...."

"A few years ago, a sister passed by our village, and then she liked me very much, and then she tattooed this for me..." Mo Mo's memory seems to be very good, and there is some silence about these past events, but when she wanted to continue, Duan Tiandao rudely interrupted: "can you describe that sister again?"

"That sister is very beautiful..." Mo Mo frowned and hesitated for a long time: "well, the bridge of the nose is very high, well... Her forehead is a little wide, and her face is like almonds..."

"What's her name?" Duan Tiandao was suddenly shocked.

"Well, she just said let me call her sister Qin..."

Duan Tiandao was suddenly stunned!

Yes

Really

Duan Tiandao's eyes suddenly flashed a lovely and charming face, as well as the laughter that echoed in the valley like a silver bell

Is it really you

Wang Qin

For a period of time, Tiandao's eyes flashed countless pictures like electricity, and debris swarmed in like a tide. In those countless pictures, there was the same smiling face suitable for anger and joy

Where is she now?

"I don't want to betray myself..." Mo Mo bit his finger like a little white flower: "but I can't help it! I don't know why all the wells in the village suddenly dried up. My mother's health is not good. She has been supported by those wells all these years. The village is poor, and the big households who play with the well water don't have enough for themselves and won't give it to us... "

"Well, I'll give you the money for drilling the well. But do you know where that sister went later? " Duan Tiandao couldn't help sighing. He got out of the memories he thought he had forgotten. Finally, the money was not wasted today. Anyway, the man saved from the tiger's mouth is really someone who has something to do with her.

Even if you get so little information, it's still worth it.

"No, I don't know..." Mo looked at Duan Tian timidly and said, "will you not give me money because I don't know?"

Duan Tiandao, who has been regarded as a big liar for more than 200 times: "... I'll give it..."

"Hee hee!" Mo Mo immediately smiled and smiled happily, "that's good! In fact, that big sister taught me Kung Fu. I thought very well. I used myself as a cover. When someone really took the bait, I'll beat him and grab the money from him! Anyway, these rich people are not good people. It's so far from our village. I'll slip away after robbing. No one can find me... "

Duan Tiandao swallowed his saliva hard. Mo Mo was really naive. She thought that she could go everywhere with some Kung Fu. With her shallow life experience, how could she prevent those endless methods in the society? Even if she could fight again, if she didn't meet him today, she would only lose her body.

He couldn't help saying, "how old are you this year?"

Mo Mo timidly stirred his fingers: "horse, it will be fourteen soon..."

Duan Tiandao's eyes suddenly bulged out. If there were no eyes blocking him, he would have to fall to the ground!

Is there a mistake?

This little girl has so many beautiful rivers and mountains. She is tall and has long legs. How can she be eighteen or nine years old? She is... She is not yet an adult?

No

When the host introduced Mo Mo just now, he clearly said that he was eighteen

If you tell the real age of Mo Mo, I'm afraid the price will double again? Why should the host lie about this age?

This is a very unreasonable thing

While Duan Tiandao's brain was running at high speed, the door was suddenly opened, and a beautiful mushroom ran in in panic: "no, there are police coming! Just now a waiter coveted my beauty and secretly told me. Well, I don't mean to tell you how attractive I am. I mean to tell you that if you don't go again, you will be caught! "

"Catch me?" Duan Tiandao was stunned: "why did you catch me?"

"At least tell you..." Zeng qiongying was obviously out of breath. Her spectacular outline was matched with a light black tight skirt. She was particularly dazzling. She subconsciously looked at the foam next to her: "you can't explain it to your wife at that time!"

Duan Tiandao suddenly narrowed his eyes: "what's your room number?"

"No. 100..." Zeng qiongying was stunned: "why do you ask this? Why don't you run? "

"Hey, hey." Duan Tiandao shrugged: "what does it matter if I stay in the room alone? All right, just stay with Mo Mo... The police won't catch you anyway. "

Zeng qiongying was so happy at the moment: "good! Then hurry up, hurry up! " Then he pushed Duan Tiandao out of the door, and "Ka" closed the door.

At the moment, the beauty reporter's heart is almost happy. Just now I came to inform Duan Tiandao. I just wanted to show him kindness and let him promise to give himself an interview.

But now, the opportunity is at hand!

Ha ha ha ha!

Zeng qiongying skillfully took out a small book and a pen from Xiaokun's bag: "Miss Mo Mo, right... I'm a reporter of nanchun daily. Well, now I want to have a brief interview with you."

Mo Mo was stunned for a long time and finally squeezed out a sentence: "yes, do you have money?"

A beautiful reporter with a blank face: "

She hesitated for a moment and happily agreed: "no problem! As long as you give me a satisfactory answer, I'll pay! "

Mo Mo was very happy: "great! Then you have to give me 30000! "

The beautiful reporter who felt so expensive: "..." after thinking over and over again, she finally bit her teeth: "no problem! As long as this answer... "

"Draw the hook!"

For the sake of the explosive news, the beautiful reporter didn't go to the kindergarten, so she immediately reached out and hooked with Mo Mo, and went straight to the theme: "Miss Mo, the host just introduced that you are gifted and have a secret skill that can make the men who are happy with her not only lose their vitality, but also improve their spirit and prolong their life... Is it true?"

Mo Mo was stunned and patted his chest proudly: "of course it's true!"

"..." Zeng qiongying, who had never heard of this skill, couldn't help being silent for a long time: "how can you prove it?"

Mo Mo hesitated and looked at the beautiful reporter in front of him for a long time: "I can't prove it with you..."

Nothing can be proved. Zeng qiongying: "...."

Duan Tiandao is like a civet cat hiding in the dark. He carefully observes the surroundings and finds that at this time, the surrounding doors are still closed. According to the truth, there are some powerful characters here. How can he not receive any wind?

With a movement in his heart, he opened the door of room 98. The room was empty. Where was anyone?

Open another ninety-six.

Still no one!

"Hoo..." Duan Tiandao took a deep breath, smiled, opened the door of room 100, entered it, picked up the wine glass Zeng qiongying had just used and took a pleasant drink.

Whether the people here leave early or there are few people tonight, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that it must be a conspiracy.

A plot against yourself.

The plot was designed... Pretty good.

Suddenly there was a "click" sound at the entrance. The door was vigorously opened, followed by a chaotic sound of footsteps. The leader of the team was a valiant female police officer, tall, long legs and beautiful.

Well, unfortunately, her name is Su Tianlan.

Su Tianlan's expression was very serious. He turned his head and seemed to want to talk to the man behind him, but soon turned his eyes away. Although it's basically polite to see people when talking, it's just not polite to talk to this person: "what's your name? Are you sure it's here? "

The main reason is that this man looks too much like the moon.

Su Tianlan doesn't want to see the moon from now on.

However, the moon behind her didn't think about whether to see the moon in the future. He just flattered and followed behind Su Tianlan: "officer Su, my name is Zhou Wuyang. Jianghu people call me Dao... Oh, no, without Jianghu, my name is Zhou Wuyang. An honest businessman. I'm sure it's here, officer. You don't know. It's my first time to come to this nightclub. In fact, I'll just have a look at the general things! But they went to kidnap and sell young girls for auction! "

If anyone is willing to see this shovel now, he will be able to see that his face is very righteous, masculine and full of awe inspiring righteousness: "I am a good citizen. How can we tolerate this kind of thing! So I went out to the police when I had a chance! "

"Hmm..." as a just policeman, Su Tianlan still wanted to praise him. After thinking about it, she still didn't mean to say it.

Well, mainly because she wants to enjoy the moon in the future.

"Open all the doors!" Su Tianlan is really a little worried. According to the statement of this week... Zhou what, the young girl auction has been going on for a while. It is likely that she is experiencing a very unfortunate thing now. A minute late may cause irreparable results: "hit the door that can't be opened!"

"Yes!" The policemen under her command shouted loudly and rushed to the rows of rooms.

Shovel face as far as possible to maintain a look of no expression, but in the heart is like a small drum like a fight.

Duan Tiandao!

Now you're finished!

Don't get you down this time! I'm not a shovel face! Oh! no I'm not called knife week!

I can't tell whether he is a shovel face or a moon on the knife week.