Thousand Face Demonic Concubine

"Hey, remember it." Lou Qingwu smiled a little, Yi Ruohuan flashed.

She leaned down, still Qing Lingling's voice, "Since you think of it, then you should not forget what you did then. In the 11th year of Yonghe, you saw the owner of the Jade Rouge Shop in Beijing. Ken, so you took the thugs and violently at night. After being discovered, you killed fifteen people in Rougepu even more.

"..."

"Li Ziqing, sixteen lives, I have been looking for you for three years." The person who stood alive the day before yesterday became the scorched corpse the next day, the feeling, she thought, she had forgotten in her life Can't afford it anymore. "Li Ziqing, have I told you that the real boss of Rouge Shop is me. And they are my people."

He killed them, how could this revenge not be reported?

"Hmm ..." Li Ziqing suddenly struggled desperately, staring at Lou Qingwu in horror.

Lou Qingwu's smile deepened, but he asked an inexplicable sentence: "Do you like painting?"

Li Ziqing was frightened and nodded intuitively.

Lou Qingwu's brows were softer, "I like it too."

Since everyone likes it, it's a snap.

So, under Li Ziqing's disturbed eyes, she slowly turned around. When I came back, I had an extra wooden box, golden locks, dark lines, delicate, but inexplicably uneasy.

He desperately moved backwards, but couldn't get any points.

"It's not good." Lou Qingwu stooped down and approached his body, but in a split second, a cold wave slid to Li Ziqing's face again.

Only this time, it was no longer a finger, but a delicate knife.

Lou Qingwu smirked a perfect smile and pressed the button to the side. Li Ziqing was horrified to find that the rope on her wrist started to rise, hung up, not high or low, and suspended for half a foot. He was terrified and looked at the gentle and beautiful woman on the other side with anxiety.

Pure is like white lotus, but who can guarantee that her heart is not made of poppy?

Lou Qingwu looked up at his body, handsome face, and good figure, and sure enough ... it was very suitable for painting.

Now, where do we start?

She tilted her head and hesitated.

"It doesn't look good if you hurt any skin."

She murmured, still a soft voice, but Li Ziqing was frightened by her next move and the three souls went to the two souls.

What does she, she she ... want to do? !!

"Then start from here." The hand was raised slightly, revealing the veins on the wrist that were exposed due to tension.

The sharp blade stroked lightly, the blood beads rolled out, and poured on the cold ground, blooming a gorgeous residual flower.

Beauty is really beautiful.

Lou Qingwu took two steps back, watching the blood drops drip continuously, and the excitement in his eyes became even more eye-catching.

But the dust was immaculate, night fright.

Early the next morning, a golden glow sprinkled on the towers of Linyang Town, and a huge painting was hanging on it. Not long after, because of his magnificent painting style, the lifelike brush-tip attracted many people to stand and watch.

"This is really a good painting."

"Not at all? Look at that mountain, that water, that mountain peak ... especially the fan-boy in the painting, the painting is really realistic, but ... it looks familiar."

"Well, it looks like Master Li Jiatang."

"You read that right?"

"Of course not! Did n’t you see the lawsuit between the Li family and the Shen family yesterday? It was so uproaring, and that sister died so terribly. Until now, no one had collected the body outside Shen ’s house. Two dead lives, hey ... "

"Speaking of this Master Li Jiatang, since he came to Linyang Town three years ago, how many good family women have he abandoned, and no one cares?"

"Oh? How ?! You do n’t know. I heard that Li Sangong came from Jingli and was related to the Prime Minister. If you did n’t leave yesterday ’s scene, why would you have to go to jail! Hey, this is not our concern Yes, just look at the paintings ... "

"Yes! Look at the picture! The picture is really like it, you see, the skin is so tender, the eyeballs, the pens and lips of the lips are so delicate and realistic that you ca n’t speak, you see, the hair still moves What about? "

"Uh? ... hair moves?"

The onlookers were closer.

"what--"

I don't know who screamed first, scaring everyone to tremble: "That ... that's human skin, evil ... it's human skin painting ..."

"Dead ... dead ..."

The onlookers all dispersed instantly.

The screams in horror disturbed the eardrums.

Lou Qingwu opened the curtain, holding her chin innocently to look at the panic crowd, her gaze shifted, and she landed on the painting occupying a large part of the gate of the city gate. The smile on the corner of her mouth was softer, and it really looked good what.

No, she didn't sleep all night.

Look, everyone likes it.

"Master, it's windy, we should go back." The lame teenager beside the carriage said in a timely manner. The teenager is about 15 or 16 years old. He wears a wide brimmed hat that covers most of his face. The exposed half of his young face has not been fully opened, but he is born perfectly. His lips are red and white, but when he raises his eyes, the teenager However, he had dark eyes that did not match his age, as deep as ink, and vicissitudes and loneliness were deposited in his eyes. One more glance made him curious about his past.

"Wing, what about things?" Lou Qingwu, holding her chin lazily, favored her eyes, and looked straight at each other, giving a very gentle feeling. People who knew her could see from this gentleness. Ghostly excitement. I have n’t practiced for a long time, I ’m afraid of being rusty.

The teenager turned around and handed a delicate wooden box.

Lou Qingwu's slender fingers protruded and took the wooden box. She looked at the skull totem blooming on the box, her eyes crooked, like a simple girl who got her beloved, it 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 washed clean and almost white, like white jade. She looked greedily, twisted a piece, played in her hands, reluctantly, and the more she looked, the more she rejoiced, immediately holding a small cicada-like knife on the right side of the wooden box, flipping her fingers, flying freely on the bone .

Her whole person is more like a painting, bright and energetic, and the girl's serious face is gentle and calm, like a real sculpting artist, if her hand ... is not a human bone.

The young man glanced at his master who had completely forgotten him, and the grownup sighed. He closed the curtain, got into the carriage, raised his whip, the carriage moved slowly, and passed by another carriage that was stopped here somehow. The curtains of the two cars were blown by the wind, and the bone debris under the Lou Qingwu knife fell into another carriage like a flying butterfly, lying in the palm of a man.

The man's slender fingertips gently crushed the bone debris, and the purple streamer flashed through the dark eyes, almost too fast to catch.

Human bone?

"Master, it's time to leave, and the gates will be closed later."

"Then leave it for another day." The muffled voice was soft and light, short but with unquestionable sorrow.