Thousand Face Demonic Concubine

"Well, I remember." It's like a flash in the pan.

She leaned down, still in a clear voice. "Now that you remember, you should not forget what you did. In the 11th year of Yonghe, you fell in love with the landlady of Jingzhong feicui Rouge shop, but she refused. So you took the thugs to commit violence at night. When you were found, you killed 15 people in the rouge shop and burned them clean. "

“……”

"Li Ziqing, sixteen lives. I've been looking for you for three years." The person who was standing in front of her the day before became a burnt corpse the next day. She thought that she would never forget that feeling in her life. "Li Ziqing, have I ever told you that the real boss of rouge shop is me. And they are my people. "

He killed them. How can he not take revenge?

"No..." Li Ziqing suddenly struggled and stared at Lou Qingwu in panic.

Lou Qingwu's smile deepened, but he asked a strange question: "do you like painting?"

Frightened, Li Ziqing nodded intuitively.

Floor light dance eyebrow eye more gentle, "I also like."

Since everyone likes it, it's a hit.

So she turned slowly under Li Ziqing's suspicious eyes. When I came back again, I had a black wooden box, gilded locks and dark lines in my hand. It was very delicate, but inexplicably cold and uneasy.

He tried his best to move back, but could not move at all.

"That's not good." Lou Qingwu bent down, close to his body, just for a moment, a touch of ice once again slid to Li Ziqing's face.

Just this time, it's no longer a finger, but a delicate knife.

With a perfect smile, Lou Qingwu presses the button to one side. Li Ziqing was terrified to find that the rope on his wrist began to rise and hang up, not high or low, hanging half a foot in the air. He was so frightened that he looked uneasily at the gentle and beautiful woman opposite him.

Pure as white lotus, but who can guarantee that her heart is not refined by poppy?

Lou Qingwu looks up at his body. His beautiful face and figure are good. Sure enough It's very suitable for painting.

Well, where do we start?

She tilted her head and hesitated.

"If you hurt any skin, it doesn't look good."

She murmured, still a soft voice, but Li Ziqing was frightened by her next action.

She, she, she What do you want to do?!

"Well, let's start here." Hand was gently raised, revealing the wrist because of tension and exposed tendons.

The sharp blade gently stroke, blood beads rolling out, watering on the cold ground, blooming flowers.

Beautiful. It's really beautiful.

The floor lightly dances back two steps, looking at that blood bead continuously drip, the fundus of the eye's excitement, more dazzling.

But it's spotless, it's frightening at night.

The next morning, the golden glow fell on the tower of Linyang Town, and a huge painting was hung on it. Not long ago, because of its majestic painting style, lifelike strokes attracted many people to stand and watch.

"It's really a good picture."

"No? Look at the mountain, the water, the peak Especially the young master with the fan in the painting, the painting is really realistic, but It looks familiar. "

"Well, it looks like Master Li."

"Are you right?"

"Of course not! Didn't you watch the lawsuit between the Li and Shen sisters yesterday? It's very noisy. The elder sister died miserably. Up to now, she is still outside Shen's house, and no one has collected her corpse. One corpse has two lives. Ah... "

"Speaking of the young master Li Jiatang, since he came to Linyang three years ago, there are many good women who have been abandoned by him, and no one is in charge of them?"

"Who cares? What do you care?! You don't know. It's said that the third young master Li is from Beijing. He has something to do with the Prime Minister of the current Dynasty. Otherwise, he would have to be put in prison! Well, it's not something we worry about. Let's look at the paintings... "

"Yes! Look at the picture! Look at the picture! This painting is really like ah, you see, the skin is really tender ah, eyes, lips, ink are exquisite lifelike to unspeakable, ah! You see, the hair still moves? "

"Well Does the hair move? "

The onlookers got closer.

"Ah -"

I don't know who was the first to scream, which made everyone tremble: "then That's human skin, evil It's human skin painting... "

"Death It's dead... "

All the onlookers scattered in an instant.

The scream of panic made the eardrum ache.

Lou Qingwu lifted the curtain and looked innocently at the flustered crowd holding his chin. His sight moved up and fell on the painting that occupied a large space of the city gate. The smile with his mouth softened. It was really a beautiful painting.

It's true that she stayed up all night.Look, everyone likes it.

"Master, it's windy. It's time for us to go back." The lame boy beside the carriage spoke at the right time. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a wide brimmed hat and covered most of his face. Half of his young face was not fully open, but he was very well born. His lips were red and his teeth were white. When he looked up, he had a pair of dark eyes that did not match his age. They were as deep as ink. There were vicissitudes and loneliness in his eyes. One could not help but wonder about his past,.

"Wing, where's the thing?" Lou Qingwu holds her chin lazily and looks at each other with bright eyes. It gives people a very gentle feeling. People who know her can see the excitement of ghosts from the tenderness. I haven't practiced for a long time. I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar.

The boy turned around and handed over a delicate wooden box.

Lou Qingwu's slender and white fingers came out and swept over the wooden box. She looked at the totem of skeleton blooming on the box. Her eyes and eyebrows were bent. She looked like a simple girl who had got something she loved. She was easy to be satisfied.

She couldn't wait to open it, and a neat row of bones appeared at the bottom of her eyes.

The bones were clean and almost transparent, as if they were white jade. She looked at it greedily, twisted a piece of it and played with it in her hand. The more she looked at it, the more happy she was. She immediately picked up a knife on the right side of the wooden box, which was as thin as a cicada's wing. Her fingers flew over the white bone.

She is more like a painting, bright and energetic. The girl's serious side face is gentle and calm, like a real sculptor. If the If it's not a human bone.

The young man looked at him and forgot his master completely. With a sigh, the old man drew the curtain, got on the carriage, raised his whip, and the carriage moved slowly, passing another carriage which was stopped here at some time. The curtain of the two carriages was blown up by the wind, and the bone scraps under Lou Qingwu's knife fell into another carriage like flying butterflies, lying in the palm of one person.

The man's slender, jade like finger pulp gently grinds the bone chips, and the purple streamer in his dark, ink like eyes flickers by, almost too fast for people to grasp.

Human bone?

"My Lord, it's time to leave. If it's too late, the gate will be closed."

"One more day." The deep and pleasant voice is clear and light, short but with unquestionable awe inspiring.

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