How can you write a sick letter with “Hing, sister’s waist”? – What?
“Sigh, sister’s waist is so thin. I’m sorry.
I didn’t speak because I couldn’t speak because I was dumb and because I didn’t know who my brother was behind me.
Or a perverted killer.
Dizziness.
The Zero that has just entered the world is too soft to stand.
It seems that the arm was slightly carried, and the unconsciously leaned on it, with the dizziness of his head, the man resisted, and in the end did not push away.
The feeling of the soul and body grinding down is not a good thing, and the stars are present in front of the eyes, and the ears are buzzing.
It took a while for her to open her eyes, but when she saw what was before her eyes, she fainted again.
Only a few steps away from the grass, a woman’s head is separated from her head, full of blood, and her eyes are in despair as if she had seen something terrible before death.
Her hands and feet were mutilated, and the rituals were set on the right side of her head, and the stench of blood spilled over the ground, and the whole picture was strange and chilling.
Even in the last life, many bodies have been seen as a result of natural or man-made disasters, but the limbs in front of them are clearly filled with the perverted taste of the killer.
“Are you all right sister?” I’m sorry.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry.
I was just trying to answer the question, and I didn’t know she was rolling in her throat without making a sound.
And the people behind him.
What’s she wearing in the last world?
The body’s discomfort remained strong, and the physical tears quickly shrouded away the Zero line of sight, and she was unable to move under her feet and left to blame for the man behind, leaving him to drag himself in a rude manner.
System? Why isn’t the story coming? The system? I’m sorry.
The story of the novel, which was said to be transmitted automatically, was not transmitted, she was completely unaware of her current situation, and there was no response to successive calls for a number of systems, which could have led to an increased fever.
The last world is still in a new school love letter, and the world has arrived at the scene of a bloody and horrendous murder — a time when it is difficult to accept the sound of an unprepared and unprepared.
She was dragged by people for a long time and felt like she had been thrown on the couch.
The feeling of feeling was strong, and while it was a relief, it was only when I wanted to lie down that I felt that I was clearly in conflict with myself, and now I’m reaching out to her.
Although it was a false hug, because the man was so close, the heat of his speech was spilling over her neck, warm and itchy, calling him to hide.
“Sonlo is here! I’m sorry.
The low-eared sound, with its youth-specific clarity, appears to have been caught in some impotence and debauchery.
Sister… Sister?
That’s what he calls himself.
Shouldn’t family be the most trusted? In that case, he had to relax his guard and leave him alone.
The change in the human being in his arms was detected, and Rosenro’s eyes were dazzled and his eyes were blinded.
It took a while to get better and better prepared.
Without the drama and the system, it’s all up to her.
Open your eyes and look around the circle first, and immediately discover the gravity of the matter.
This appears to be the living room of an old villa, where light from a crystal chandelier spreads over its head.
And by the window of the ground, can see the darker sky, and the thick forest, surrounded by a long couch of four sides, or standing, or sitting, or sitting,
A short-haired woman on the other side of the sofa was crying, and the woman with the high-ball head could not comfort her.
On the left couch, a man with a pair of legs on his back, with a thin face and a cigarette on his face.
On the right the couch was a chubby man with his hands on his head and afraid of shaking his legs.
And he was sitting behind a couch, standing on a five-and-a-half-strong man who was walking around and on his face.
So he took a glance at her so-called “brother” and turned his head, and then he looked in the eye,
The young are barely 17 years old, their skin is sick, their lips are red, their faces are red, their contours begin to surface, and the black short hairs of the natural microfilm lined up with the precipice.
At this point, he is resting behind his eyes, and the enviable eyelashes are thick and thick, and the whole man is as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
I can’t help but take a breath.
He was so beautiful at a young age that he could grow up to become a demon that would destroy his country.
Thinking of her new body, trying out her mouth and finding out she can’t make a sound, does she have a little mute in her body this time?
The bodies previously seen on the grass were also contacted, with the first two large at the moment.
Where there are homicides, it’s not good to be dumb, and she can’t sign, and it’s hard to get into the Yellow River when she becomes a suspect.
At a time of grief, the eyes were cold and cold, and the body was shivering, and the heart was a strange feeling.
In response to his own shock, Rosenro smiled and showed two glamorous little tiger teeth, reflecting an unknown glow in his dark eyes.
“Man’s dead! How long are you gonna cry? I’m sorry.
The short-haired girl cried so hard that the man put down the tea table in front of his leg and threw a bang! “The sound of a loud sound, it screams at the fat man on the couch across the street.
It’s so noisy.
He frowned his head in the shadow of his heart, and then covered her ear with a little cold hand.
When he turned his back, he looked on his side and looked at his eyelashes, laughing at two dimples, and he looked like he was so good.
There’s a brother who looks good?
In order to live up to his sweetness, he turned his back with care, and he didn’t feel any comfort in his mouth.
“What are you doing? Chan Xiaoshan is the cousin of Xiao Ye, isn’t it sad that she was murdered? “How come you have no compassion? I’m sorry.
How dare you? You’re tired of living, aren’t you? “It’s just Sun Daqi, who walks around behind the couch, and he stops, with a dark face.
He had to go to Yoo Dang to pay for his sleeves, but he was stopped from trying to make things worse.
“What are you doing?” You’re the one who screams and kills all day! I’m sorry.
“What did you say? “Sundar’s mind was so angry that he threw his hand at me and threw himself at me, and the two were twirling on the couch.
“Okay! Let’s call the police on a landline. I’m sorry.
After the tears were wiped, the lumbering lumber will smite her ears and show her pretty face: “I had a feeling that the killer would probably do it again.” I’m sorry.
Sun Daji had to look at Liu, let go of his collar and get up and make phone calls.
He had his clothes cut on the sofa, and Liu was stinging at Sun Daqi’s back and scolding.
The main character in the novel world is very well-identified, for example, the woman who is supposed to be the master of the novel.
So he glanced at his eyes, and he was laughing at himself — he was afraid.
So she’s the man’s sister this time?
Sundazhi, who left, came back in a state of panic, and the rough five were filled with unease: “The electricity, the telephone lines, were cut! I’m sorry.
What?
People’s heads are covered in sacks.
You take your own clothes out of your pocket, and there’s nothing in it.
It’s strange. Don’t you have a cell phone with your original?
“Is sister looking for a cell phone?”
“Did you forget to keep your phone here?” I’m sorry.
The heart almost had to jump out of its throat in an instant, laughter on one side and nodding on the phone, and for a while it was too stiff to have any extra movement to show abnormality.
“It must be the killer’s cutter… it must be the killer… Wang Dong-wook on the sofa has apparently lost his mind and his obese body is shaking.
“I said I’m staying in a hotel. You want to live in a place like this? Look at this. “It’s not good to look like Yoon, but it’s not good to be angry.
“I made you come here? Who was the one who said he wanted to follow when he didn’t want to rent? I’m sorry.
Having heard Liu’s responsibilities in such a way, he is blushing and can’t speak to himself in a bad way.
“Okay, stop it! “Well, since she can’t get in touch with the police now, it’s up to us to solve it by tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
When I see a serious look in the forest, Liu Zan and Ho Wing stop talking.
I’m going to take a deep breath and I’m going to try to adjust my condition. She called, “Are you the first person to see Xiaoshan?” I’m sorry.
Speaking of the murdered cousin, the tone of the linquoise is still overwhelming, but her eyes on Zero are unexpectedly sharp, as if she wanted to see through her whole body.
Questioned quickly, he was unprepared for the mobile phone incident, and he wondered whether to nod his head while he was facing his face.
“Yes, my sister was on the ground by herself when I came.” “I didn’t see anyone else, except for that. I’m sorry.
A young man’s clean voice flowed like a spring of summer and caught the attention of everyone in the room.
Sun Daqi’s eyes were still attached to linquois, and at a time when he wanted to grow up in Rosenro’s face, he was so surprised that he was always wearing a mask and that the boy was so beautiful.
It’s all the more apocalyptic, and it’s been on Rosenro for a long time, and it’s just a short, sticky feeling that it’s all sweaty and hairy, and it reminds me of snakes in the dark and wet.
Looking at Rosenro over there with his fear and his hands on his hands, she’s just frowning again in her eyes.
Why didn’t you notice they were brothers? Looks like they still don’t have their own investigative capacity…
When the heart was lost, the forest was turned to the rest of the rest of the world, and the volume was raised: “What were you all doing before Xiaoshan was killed? I’m sorry.
“I played cards in the living room and Sun Daji, as you saw. After looking at Rosenro, he also reaped a sneerly smile from Liu’s heart.
Apparently he wants to get rid of his suspicions quickly, and Sun Daqi on the other side has been busy nodding his head. He and Liu have always looked down on each other, but it’s okay to get bored and play cards together.
And he said, “I’ve been cooking dinner in the kitchen with the small. I’m sorry.
“I … I read novels in my room…” Wang Dong-wook’s voice is weak and his voice is even smaller like a mosquito.
The others are 20% pairs, except for Wang Dong Wuk.
“Who can prove it?” I’m sorry.
“I, I really read novels in my room! “If you don’t believe me, you can go through the history of my phone! I’m sorry.
The phone was turned over and there was a reading of the time period.
He also asked Wang Xudong about some novels, and he could answer them quickly and give him back his cell phone.
“My sister and I have been resting in the room. “Smiling at her, and seeing her eyes shiver, Rosenro went on soft, and said, “Then sister said she wanted to go for a walk. Then it just happened. I’m sorry.
“Is that so?” “Little Zero.”
Although she did not accept the story, nor did she know if it was, the answer was not harmful to her at the present time and noded at nothing.
Does everyone have an alibi?
The forest is in the thinking.
But one thing she’s sure is that the killer must be one of them!
Who is it? So cruelly killed cousin…
Tears are pouring out again, and after two breaths of deep-seated air, he looks up at the clock on the wall and says to the people, “Now that there is nothing to ask, it is too early. Let’s go back to the room and get some rest. We’ll be down in the morning. I’m sorry.
People naturally did not agree with this proposal. After all, the day came as a shock and a shock, from physical to mental, and everyone went home in silence.
“Sister, let’s go home and rest. “Standing up Zero’s hand naturally, Rosenro took her upstairs.
This brother is so comprehensible that she wouldn’t have known where her room was.
Thinking of the skills she had taken after the end of the last world, she couldn’t help but take a look at the thinness of his face again.
Insert the key, screw the door.
Rosenro holds the door with his hands, and the gentleman leaves the first room to zero.
Looking at the big bed in the centre of the room, he turned around and followed her to Rosenro after locking the door, showing a few points. Why didn’t he go back to his room for doubt?
Look at him, Rosenro bends his eyelids and shows his lovely little teeth: “Sleep together!” Sister. I’m sorry.
Boy, didn’t your mom teach you guys how to kiss?
Scrambling.
And look at Rosenro over there, the porcelain doll’s face looks serious and natural, as if he said, “Sleep together” was a natural thing.
But if it’s my brother…
She had to hesitate, without the help of the drama, and she knew nothing about the habits of the family.
If they were to sleep in one room before she came in, then her impudence to refuse now would probably give rise to the suspicion of Rosenro — for example, in the case of a mobile phone accident, which left Zero in a bit of a state of uncertainty.
Don’t worry, it’s okay to sleep in one bed.
Moreover, Rosenro was also able to witness the mutilation of a woman on the grass and guessed that he was probably really afraid to sleep with himself.
It’s kind of tacit to think of it, to go back and make the bed.
But I didn’t see the moment when she turned around, even though Rosenro was smiling behind her.
But in the dark, in the dark, the light is extinguished, the godless, the empty, like a dead body without soul.
I don’t know.
A hot bath was taken in comfort, and it was only then that the nervous tension was relaxed for a moment.
Unknown plot, unknown mission, unknown system…
There is only one thing that is known, and that’s how bad she is on this mission.
For the first time, the system had never said what would happen to her if her mission failed, but it would probably have guessed.
After all, even her soul is firmly held in the hands of the system, and it seems better to take this time to think about how to accomplish it than to worry about the punishment for failing.
Ever since entering the world of fiction, which is clearly based on suspense novels, it has become clear that the complexity of the task overlaps.
Fortunately, after the end of the last world, she took the skills of “The Great King in the World” and called it the first time that she was in such a dangerous mission with a sense of comfort.
The Buddha, the Buddha, the Lord of mercy, the Savior of Jesus, drew a cross, then put his hands together in the shower and prayed with his eyes closed.
If that “the emperor is alive” technique really works, let her be lucky enough to do nothing to do her job.
Once again, with two breaths of repositioning, drying your body in your pajamas and pushing out the bathroom door, Rosenro has been sleeping in a big bed, with a small amount of one-on-one, which looks cute and unattractive.
I can’t help but talk.
You’re still a kid.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, looking in the cold, looking at an extra glass of milk on the nightstand, reaching out and touching the glass wall was still warm.
Milk for God’s sake.
And look at Rosenro over there with his back to his sleep, knowing that he had prepared this for himself.
With two hands in the milk, the warmth of warmth rises from the palm to the heart, blinks and blinks, and suddenly the nose is sour.
“Friends die early, friend. Now, most of these tragic experiences of the “last life” have been deliberately codified by the system to test itself, but they are true for zero.
She’s still real, having a brief and sweet relationship in her room, like a flower, even though only a present is enough for her to forget.
Intimacy, based on blood and integration into the bone marrow, is full of unrewarded love and giving, as well as sincere care and blessing — the world’s most primitive and beautiful feeling.
…good want.
A sip of milk was taken in the face of nothing, and then it was no longer available.
But now she’s not the one she’s got, she’s just a bookwriter, just an outsider who helps the original to fulfill her wishes.
She’s not entitled to the nest.
It was not until the hand-held milk completely cooled down that the milk was put on the bed, and the light was turned off.
Quiet at night, with a small and steady breath in the ear of Rosenro, he put his hands on his stomach, forcing himself to refocus on the mission itself.
If this novel world really comes from a mystery detective’s novel, then the entire world’s trajectories must have revolved around the investigation.
And if not by accident, the murderers should be at the side of the main writer, excluding the male and female masters.
Is that the one who looks like a thief?
Or the big, angry Sun Daqi?
Or is it the one who seems the least and least likely to win?
Or…
The murderer is herself!
Look into the eyes of the ceiling because the idea came out and looked at the boss.
It’s not like it’s possible to jump at the heart, feel your brain hole open.
If the original was the killer, what would the original wish be?
She can’t help herself, at least if she’s a murderer, she’ll definitely try to escape the law and moral sanctions.
I’m afraid.
It’s moral and ethical, and it’s grotesque.
She turned over, and she was suffocating.
In any case, tonight is destined to be an insomnia…
Wait. Why is she asleep?
She woke up from a dream and found that she was not only asleep but also very well asleep.
It was hard not to admire her heart, and it was difficult to find that the bed on her left had been empty at some point.
Strange. Didn’t she sleep with Rosenro?
The brain is not yet completely sober, rubbing its eyes, looking at the right corner on the left, and even wondering if it’s a mess.
“Looking for me? Sister. I’m sorry.
The voice of the young man is so sweet in the dark room.
For the sixth sense of danger, call Ziu Ziu Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi at this moment.
She twitched her head in a stiff, light moonlight that came in through the window, and looked at Rosenro, who was not far away.
“Aah-aah-aah!”
And that was when a heart-broken scream, with a sharp knife cut through a quiet night sky, so that everyone in the villa had a cold heart.
That’s a scream coming from next door.
Rosenro’s face is as pale as it is, and he’s beating with his heart and holding him next door.
Did someone else get killed? It wasn’t her… who would it be?
The door next door was closed and the door was knocked on several times.
In a hurry, he kicked the door on his feet, and the door, which appeared to be solid, opened.
If you don’t mind, you’ll run into the bedroom.
Only Wang Dong Wuk sits down on the ground, shaking like a sift, with his fingers on his window and whispering.
It’s not like someone broke in.
There was nothing else than to look out of the window in the direction of his finger, a square window of more than one metre tall, full of dark night.
She looked at her lips and she knew that Wang Dong Wuk had seen something to scare her like this.
The rest of the people who heard the noise came, and the room was at the end of the forest.
She squeezed over people, looked at Wang Dong-woo, who was bloodless on the ground, and looked at the nearest Zero, with her eyebrows swollen, and she said, “What happened?” I’m sorry.
She looked at her face and tried to answer, and remembered that she was mute and had to shut up and shake her head.
Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!
Instead, the King Dong Wuk, who was so excited, suddenly got nervous and screamed, and the sound was so sad that people jumped.
Sun Da Chitton, who was also so scared, was so angry and ashamed that he had the nerve to see Wang Dong-woo, the first man to panic.
“What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
He was kicked almost a round and Wang Dong Wuk came down with tears and snot.
“That’s enough! @SundaZi: #SunDai #egypt
“Don’t be afraid, it’s safe. We’re all here. We’ll be fine. Tell me slowly what you saw.” I’m sorry.
It appears that the sedition of the forest has helped, and Wang Dong Xu has become more and more stable.
He rubbed his head with cold sweat and pointed his hand at the dark window, and he was still wrangling: “I, I saw … outside the window, there was…”
The sound was squeezed by fear, and Wang Dong-wook seemed like he was dying to breathe. I’m sorry.
In the middle of the night, it is a strange thing to say, and the hearts of all people are stomping and sweating.
Sundazhi was holding on to fear, and on Wang Dong Wuk’s back was one foot: “You are asleep!” What are you talking about? This is the second floor.
Having said that, Sun Daqi was frightened by the images that he had imagined and stopped talking, and the rest of the population naturally thought of that picture, and the room was in a terrible silence.
“Yes, yes.” “Wherein is Liu Yan?” I’m sorry.
It was only when she said so that people found out that she had never seen Yoo-ran, and Sun Daqi, who lived next door to him, said, “Well, I didn’t seem to have seen it when I left.”
“Aah! Aah!
His words were not finished, and Wang Dong Wuk, who was staring at the windows on the ground, screamed again.
And when you look at it, you see a man in a black robe flying through the window, and she holds in her hand a round, red thing — that’s the head of Yoo-ran!
“Ah, aaaah, aaaah, aaah, aaah, aaah! Help! I’m sorry.
Where he came from, Wang went from the floor and took the door.
And those who were afraid of losing their ability to think followed him in fear.
In the face of the day, the horrifying Zero of Rosenro would follow, turning his head cold and seeing the faint smile of the corner of Rosenro’s mouth.
Smile?
And when you look at Zero, it’s the same poor little thing behind you.
Is she mistaken?
It’s too late to think about it.
Turning all the lights on in the living room, the shocked crowds were regrouping back in the living room, and it was ugly to see a face without blood.
“Let’s not part again tonight. It’s safer to get together. * As a tacit leader in the ranks, the overall mood is stable, although the face of the forest is poor. She suggested to those who were panicking, “Just get through tonight and we’ll get down at dawn. I’m sorry.
“I, I just want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I’ve always been so nice and sturdy with my hair all over my shirt and her eyes red and my arms in the corner of the sofa I’ve obviously been scared to the extreme.
“Did you see the man’s face?” I’m sorry.
“…there is. I’m sorry.
Rosenro’s face is still pale, and there’s water in his slightly higher black eye.
In the eyes of the forest, he had to get closer and closer to zero, like a child who wanted to feel safe from his sister because he was afraid.
“I see that man, like a goose face, with a long, dark hair like a young woman…”
The young woman with the black hair on his face?
Not only did Rosenro’s account stop crying on the couch, but even Wang Dong-woo and Sun Daqi with their fists.
Three pairs of eyes brushing up to Rosenro.
It is just different from what happened when they last looked at Rosenro, when the eyes of those people were filled with so much fear that they could not hide, as if there was something that was deliberately forgotten.
They’re scared!
I realized that right away.
What are they afraid of?
You don’t do anything wrong in your life, you don’t have to knock in the middle of the night.
So far, it is almost certain that the killer was killed for revenge.
On the other hand, there is a suspicion that Ho Ho, Wang Dong Xu and Sun Da Chi will not escape.
They also noted their anomaly, when the forest gardeners were busy pacifying three people and plaguing them, and the two men were left alone.
But whether or not she’s accepted that he’s a relative of his own, looking away behind her with a shivers in her head.
Remembering the milk that had been put on the nightstand, he lost a piece of his heart — he was just a kid anyway.
So, with his other hand rubbing on the curly hair of Rosenro, she felt that he was shaking, and she felt more and more loving. She went down and looked up, and comforted him with her mouth, saying, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t be afraid, there’s a sister. I’m sorry.
Two completely different faces in the mind, two similar phrases, one of which immediately overlapped, and Rosenlo stayed, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
But when he was frightened, he used his Zero-Presentity formula: “I am Zero.” I’m sorry.
Zero…
The two simple notes were tumbled by Rosenro’s teeth, and he said, “Why are you so nice to me? I’m sorry.
She doesn’t think she’s good for Rosenro.
With the exception of consolation and company, she did nothing but act as her own and as his sister.
But of course not to Rosenro.
Because I’m your sister, and we’re family, and family will treat each other unconditionally.
I don’t know.
It’s like you’re going to get me some pre-slept milk. You’re being nice to me, aren’t you?
No, but it will.
Rosenro’s black eyes light up a little.
Because they’re family now.
If it had been in his eyes, it would have been a “available item of eyes and nose”.
So now it’s like the fog is gone, the first time after the rain, that Rosenro really saw the face of zero — the soft five, the caring look, and, above all, only him in her eyes.
She cares about him, cares about him, is good to him, is not for his skin, is for him.
With a little breath, Rosenro’s pale face appeared light red.
She’s his new family.
And this time, he won’t lose it again.
Sister…
Rumoring that Rosenro’s eyes were staring at zero without blinking, it seemed as if she was going to capture the soul directly through her skin.
Huh?
It’s a little bit of a response.
Sister… Sister. I’m sorry.
It’s like it’s been a long time since you’ve tasted the sweet child again and again, and Rosenro’s over and over and over and over and over again, trying to get more responses.
“Sister, sister, sister. I’m sorry.
I’m here.
I wonder what happened to him. I was just surprised to see the tears of two glass beads falling out of the red eye of Rosenro’s eyes, and the dark eyes, which dazzled by water, shined in the light.
Why are you crying? Too scared?
Instead of waiting for the no-go exit, only listening to the thunderbolt, the whole villa fell into darkness without any sign, and the sound of people’s screams sounded.
“It’s her! She’s coming for revenge! Ha ha ha ha ha! She’s coming for revenge! I’m sorry.
It was like the last straw that crushed the camels, and the fallen King Dong-woo laughed and screamed, and the voice of the demons stung into a man’s eardrum and made his heart suffer. There she is!”
“Shut the fuck up! “What can Wang Dong Wuk say when he fears madness? Then Sundazhi, the closest to him, smitten with anger.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! I’m sorry.
The sound of boxing swollen flesh, the sound of the body falling down and smashing the tea table, the sound of the glass bursting, the sound of the voice of the voice of the silent screams, and the sound of the forest’s groaning and the sound of calming everyone down…
A lot of voices are ringing in their ears like pyrotechnic cracks, but they’re not very clear.
At this point, she was all tense and all the noise from the outside was isolated.
“Welcome home, sister.” I’m sorry.
As the prey of a trap, she was blinded by an even more disturbing sense of crisis than before, and told to hold her breath.
As she understood, Rosenro was kind enough to swoop his neck, and didn’t mind his own identity: “These people took Samro’s last family, so they deserve to die.” I’m sorry.
“And sister is Senro’s new family, so Senro won’t hurt her. I’m sorry.
A few simple words have been described by Rosenro as easy and random, with the full-blown intent of killing, yet they still give Zero a chill.
It’s been a long time since we got here.
The man she first excluded, Rosenro, was the real killer.
The thought of living with a perverted murderer, even for so long, feared that the rest of his life would go cold throughout his back.
Quiet! Quiet! It’s just a power outage. Don’t panic! I’m sorry.
It is also natural to hear from Wang Dong-woo’s nonsense, and the linquoise is now trying to stay calm.
She turned on her phone’s flashlight to the corridor: “You stay where you are, and I’ll check the fuse soon.” I’m sorry.
Wait! I’ll go with you! “I don’t want to be separated from the forest, but I’ve been busy with it.
The rest of the people, who seemed to be as panicky as they were, lost their mobile phones, as the light of the forest was moving away and in darkness, and could hear Sun Da Zhi’s squawking, and Wang Dong Wuk should have fainted, so he could not hear.
Stay where you are, and the brain is stuck because of the amount of information that it’s plugged into, and it’s left to Rosenro, and its limbs are so tight.
Wait, what’s that smell?
Like… bloody smell.
The shell’s brain finally started to recommence, trying to get out of Rosenro’s grip, who knows what she’s trying to do, starts with a humming, and then gets tighter.
He felt his own ribs were crushed.
Don’t move.
When she finally calmed down, Rosenro took a deep breath of zero with satisfaction, hiding in the darkness of the cat, like a hunting beast, glazing near madness of greed and possession.
The same time has passed. Rosenro stopped counting seconds, was happy, and his elaborate game of revenge was a gift to his new family.
Biting on her earplugs, feeling her body again a little tremor, Rosenro smiled, and the sound of being down in her ear sounded so sweet and soft that she fell out.
He said: Sister, which do you want me to kill first? I’m sorry.
Father, I just want you to stop.
You can’t just shake your head and say no.
“What a good sister! The voice of Rosenro sounds boring, and he does, “But unfortunately, I’m not like my sister. I’m sorry.
It seems to be responding to him that the sound of Rosenro’s words suddenly lighted all the lights in the villa and the whole house was as bright as day.
“Aah!”
Then the sound of the screams began to sound like a tuning bow, and the light was thrust into a disfigured house, and it broke.
The King Dong Wuk, who fell a few steps away from his tea table and was strewn with glass and blood, was frightened by this bloody scene even if he was prepared.
“Aah!”
When I saw this scene, I went back to the living room, screaming out of fear, and my legs fell flat on the floor.
And may not stretch out his hand to help Ho Wen, and the forest gnaws tight on his teeth, and scours the people in the living room with a beautiful eye.
He’s the same guy who shouted at Wang Dong Xue, who fell down on a broken tea table, sitting on the couch behind his feet, and on the couch to the right.
Look at Rosenro over there still holding on to her Zero like a bag bear.
Too close.
This should not be the case even for relatives, especially when they have different family names.
It’s like something that belongs to you, and it’s like being robbed of it.
The sour feeling of eccentric pressure, and the luminous luminous twirl exhale for two breaths.
She was impatient to rise up on the ground and tossed her on the couch and went to see Wang Dong Wuk.
There’s no nose anymore.
Take back your hands, and the heart of the forest is sinking.
Blood under the victim’s nose and bruises on his left cheek…
The forest troupe is staring at Sun Daqi.
She was forced by her sharp eyes, and Sun Daqi, who was in a state of panic, could no longer be in a state of disquiet.
He waved his head off to argue, “Not me! It wasn’t me this time! I just punched him and I didn’t mean to kill him. I’m sorry.
“I know you didn’t kill him. @sundaki: #Sundaki’s emotions are getting worse, and #sundaki can’t do it anymore.
Sun Daji is a good man for recklessness, but he’s not a bad person for a few days.
“The edges of these broken glass are too well-structured to be formed under accidental conditions, and it is clear that someone was prepared in advance. I’m sorry.
Speaking of “someone” , the eyes of the forest troupe turn to zero.
In the face of such a terrible crime, even a grown man would be paralysed by the look of a zero.
It’s too peaceful to see the forest.
From the very beginning to the present, the man was too calm and, occasionally, he showed his panic, but she was very upset with the inside and out.
She’s like an outsider, and she’s waiting for things to change.
In the light of this, the forest is continuing to think.
The body of Xiaoshan was first discovered by her and, although Rosenro subsequently testified, most of their testimony as brothers and sisters was not credible.
And she seemed to be the first to arrive in Wang Dong-wook’s room, except that Wang Dong-wook came to the floor when he arrived. How did she get in if he didn’t open the door without the key to Wang Dong-woo’s room?
Yoo-ran is a swindler, and it would not have been impossible for her to wait for him again if she visited Liu late at night.
But what about the weird “ghost” that went through the window of Wang Dong-wook’s room? I was there for you.
The vision of the Zhang Lin Zhi is too obvious and is now being swept away from time to time by her, with her hair lost in her skin, and her heart is still squeaky.
While she cannot yet rule out that she is also suspected of being an accomplice to Rosenro, it is not a good thing that she was singled out for suspicion by the forest industry.
She was in a trance, and the Sundazi, who was always watching her face, saw her doubts about Zero.
For the first time, it was not good to look at the little mute, but the eyebrows were filled with a war-torn and calm, and Sunda had a bit of irritation and frustration.
He hasn’t seen a good thing since he entered this damn villa!
The fear of Wang Xudong’s death, the fear of being questioned by the police academy’s trophies, and the strong feelings at the moment about the lack of respect for his name, are scrambling around Sun Daqi’s chest, placing it at the top.
Anyone can become a suspect, but he can’t! He can’t be a murderer, he’s not married, he can’t be destroyed…
So, there must be someone other than him, and now lay down the charges against him!
With this in mind, Sun Daji suddenly got angry from the heart and evil from the guts.
He stood up with his face down and yelled at him, “Well, you little dumb-ass set me up, you murderer! You killed Wang Dong-woo! You did it!
Sundazhi’s explosion, and the sudden and violent march of violence, like the more unreasonable the fight, the more threatening and threatening the voice, without even a zero reaction, to see Sundazhi’s body come to her.
Shit!
And that’s when a sudden push on the back threw the whole person on the side couch.
The sound of a body impacting on the sauna skeleton was still rousing the eardrum, while another Sun Da Zhi shouted in front of his ears.
“Aah!”
If you can’t get your arm rubbed, you can’t get up with zero, and you can’t get up.
But on the sofa, Sun Daji’s large body is as tight as a mountain on Rosenro’s body, and in the sutures, he can only see the pale elbow of Roseniro.
Senro!
He’s his own brother, and he just saved himself.
However, as soon as the leg was lifted and the pain of the heart drilled from the ankles, it was called on the couch to be soft for a second.
Her name was Rosenro, but there was no sound in her mouth, like a fish caught in a fishing net, burning her eyebrow in a hurry, putting her finger on the sofa and dragging her in the direction of Rosenro.
What are you doing? I’m sorry.
Sun Daqi’s reaction was unexpectedly excessive, and he fell to the other side when he returned, and Rosendo was overwhelmed by Sun Daqi.
She almost screamed, “Senlo! Sun Daqi, what are you doing? Get up!”
Sundaji’s body moved, and he didn’t wait for a second call from the forest to see Sun Daji’s whole body being kicked out like a foot.
It’s like a slow motion of a movie, a folding knife in his chest, and a beautiful silver in the air and in the eyes of the forest.
Bang! I’m sorry.
As soon as Sundazhi’s body came to her, Lin Zeng fell back in a panic, and she was left behind in an attempt to hide.
“It’s heavy. I’m sorry.
He was not the one who kicked Sun Daqi on his body, who stood up and patted his clothes on the wrinkles.
It’s just that when he saw the white on the side of the couch and the hair on the forehead stuck in cold sweat, Rosenro’s horrible, unrealistic feeling broke again.
Sister! Are you okay? Three steps and two steps, one by Rosenro will take back the couch.
His brows were tight and he looked like a cute brother who was worried about his sister, if he ignored the red blood on his right cheek at the moment.
Everything changes too fast, even if the stress of zero is much better than the normal.
But this series of turns, too, is not always acceptable to anyone, and before the Zero brain can turn, it feels like she’s being held up in a little bit, and then she’s sad about the eyes of a cat that’s going to cry.
Why are you crying again?
The blood stains on his cheeks, reaching out to wipe out the dirt, and Rosenro put his head right in his face and put it in his hands, and he couldn’t hold his mouth down.
It’s so annoying to be driven away by the deep-seated image of my sister, who was driven away by the forest, first to examine Sun Daqi, who fell on Wang Dong-suk’s body, and to see how he can still moan with his mouth and blood. I’m sorry.
Wait, Rosenlo?
For the first time, I heard from the rest of the population the full name of Rosenro.
So they’re not brothers and sisters? Is it cousin?
I don’t care if I ask you, but don’t worry, Rosenro just sits down and grabs Zero’s left wrist, and his eyes are all red with his little face on his back: “I’m sorry, sister, it’s too hard on Samro. I’m sorry.
With such an ice-cold hand holding his ankles, he tried to get his feet back, but under his feet he looked “lightly” at Rosenro, and he was still holding his head on his head with his eyes red, and he couldn’t move half, no matter how hard.
Faced with the dangerous role of weakness and subterfuge, Zero had to bite his teeth and shake his head in a false smile.
It’s not good. It’s really bad.
It was not an illusion that suddenly there was a strong feeling that she was now like a wiring puppet that allowed Rosenro, an atypical evil lord, to be completely strung by his nose one by one.
“Rosenlo! Did you hear me? “See Rosenro’s disregard for his own, and the forest plagiarism has been agitated to raise its tone.
“Sir, sit here and deal with the buzzing little insects — come back soon.” I’m sorry.
The smile on Rosenro’s face as if he were a child, but when he turned to the forest, it completely faded, “Shut up. I’m sorry.
When Rosenro didn’t laugh, it seemed that a pair of cat pupils were dead, and the light from the faint chandelier hit the sea of Liu, which was curling in his forehead, cast a strange shadow.
Together with the red blood on his right cheek, which had been removed from his abdomen by finger, the whole man looked like an emissary from the underworld.
She’s scared by Rosenro’s face, standing there in the middle of nowhere, panicking, and the sixth sense of the siren soaring makes her realize that everything is too late.
“At the bottom…”
In this brief silence, Rosenro suddenly opened his mouth and showed a pair of sharp teeth, making it impossible to remember the word “cute.”
“The trial begins. I’m sorry.
“Please, our victim, Miss Rosen Yu. I’m sorry.
Rosenro’s mouth is ticking, and the little gentleman usually shows a “please” gesture.
And look at him in the direction of his finger, a black-haired woman in a black robe, without knowing when to fall out of a huge window,
It’s the same smile as Rosenro.
It’s not the same as the five of you, but it’s the smile that reminds you of the word “beauty.”
Victim Rosen Yu?
It’s like a puddle and it’s like being hit by a second line, with all the questions ahead and behind, and all the unsolved places responding in this instant.
Rosenro, Rosen Yu-victim.
Zero heart almost stops beating at this moment.
The truth is about to surface.
If Rosenro kills in succession to avenge the girl named Rosen Yu…
If Liu is killed because they killed Rosen Yu…
If the girl named Rosen Yu is the real sister of Rosenro…
What’s her so-called sister?
And what does she think she’s been doing?
And suddenly remember what Rosenro said when the power went out. And she’s Samro’s new family, so Samro won’t hurt her. I’m sorry.
So what does “new family” mean?
There’s new, there’s old, there’s no new.
An unprecedented cold current normally climbs all the way to her head along the zero-garded spine, calling her to strangle her fingers.
It is clear at this point that there is more to fear than nothing, and that what happened on the couch was screaming like a ghost after seeing the black-haired woman outside the window.
Her pupils were shrunk, her face twisted, and she was swinging her arms with her feet to the ground, as if she wanted to flee the place immediately.
With her fingers in her arms, Rosenro smiled at a proper “director” for a moment and was clearly satisfied with her fears and ugliness.
“I think you haven’t forgotten. “A decade ago today, an innocent woman was buried in the hands of three dirty men. I’m sorry.
Rosenro’s face was still smiling, but his cold eyes and bones were ringing in his palms, but he told everyone to go numb.
“The three men are murderers, and as for the two women who watched and mocked…”
“Accomplices.” I’m sorry.
“No no, I didn’t kill him! Not me! Not me!
It’s like remembering something, and her voice gets sharper.
“It was she who seduced them… and if it wasn’t for her, how could they force her? Who told her to go out alone, who told her to talk to Yoo-ran, who told her to wear short skirts at night… she made herself suffer! “Do what you deserve!”
And when He stood up as a witch, and the pompous bellows of her head fell apart, and the five officials who had always kept their stupendous position, and the pagans were like the middle.
She pointed out to the window: “It’s all because of you, you frivolous bitch!” You deserve to die! What face do you have to scare me now? I’m sorry.
Faced with the hysteria of Ho, the black-haired woman outside the window still looked at her in silence and smiled softly and with tolerance — just as she had taken away the eyes of all, even her fiancé, 10 years ago.
And when the fear that was hidden in her heart for many years was set on fire at this moment by a fire of jealousy, she fell at the door, screaming, “Bitch! I am not afraid of you! Come on! I am not afraid of you!” I’m sorry.
“Ho Wing! “I can’t stop a crazy woman, and I can see her disappearing from the door and falling out of the window, and she’s always so elegant and decent that she’s as mad as a madman tearing up a black woman outside.
Don’t want to look at the ugly faces of these people who died without regret.
“Punishment – death penalty. I’m sorry.
Boom! I’m sorry.
The sound of heavy matter falling through a window was very inaccurate and followed by a glass of blood and flesh. It was Ho Wing, who was squeezed into a deformed body — her clothes were ripped apart, she was exposed to large pieces of pieces, and she was covered in her guts with white breasts.
She was finally “dirty” as she was when she laughed and was attacked.
Seeing a complete journey, the lumber legs were soft and unable to fall on the couch where there was still some leftover temperature.
“The master of Sun Daqi is indefatigable. I’m sorry.
A glimpse of Sun Dazhi, who was still struggling on Wang Dong Wuk’s body, and Rosenro’s eyes were as though he were looking at a dying insect, and he drifted, “Pension, death.” I’m sorry.
Sun Daqi, who still has a mind, struggles with fear, but the more he struggles, the more blood in his heart flows.
The trachea was blocked with blood and Sundazhi was unable to speak, but he was crying in pain.
And it was not long before this ugly soul, which had vandalized a young girl, was drawn from hell by devils in endless pain and fear, laughing, to the point where he deserved it.
To appreciate Sun Daqi’s slow death until his pupils spread, Rosenro didn’t raise his eyelids to see the frightful lumber of the couch, the tone of which was laziness and teasing: “What do you say? Future Officer Lin. I’m sorry.
Rosenro’s mouth is rounded, and normally looks like the sweet smile of a neighbor’s brother, but at this moment it’s like death. I’m sorry.
Their throats are dry as if they had been burned by a fire, and linquoises are dying to bite their lower lips, and the fearful eyes reflect the murderous intent of Rosenro’s face.
He came to her, step by step with the threat of death, and stepped on her heart.
No, don’t come over…
Bang! I’m sorry.
When Rosenro turned back, he fell on the ground with his cell phone, and his thin arms were broken by broken glass on the ground, leaving a blood flower on the ground.
Sister! “The anger surrounding Rosenro fades away, and no matter what the forest is, he doesn’t want to turn to zero.
It’s broken!
It was only with this opportunity that Fong seemed unresisting and suddenly jumped and pulled out a knife that had been inserted into Sun Daqi’s chest.
She pointed at Rosenro, and a beautiful face fell to the ground: “Don’t force me! I’m sorry.
Ten years ago, a girl named Rosen Yu was defiled by Sun Daji, Yoon and Wang Donghui during her journey.
After learning about this, Ho and Chan Xiaoshan, instead of helping each other, they showed her their pointers and mocked her.
The flowering young girls, who had experienced both physical and mental shocks, could no longer bear it, and finally, in tears and despair, the girl chose to end her life and free her clean soul forever from the mud.
Ten years later, a young man named Rosenro embarked on a journey to re-assembly the most iniquitous of the criminals.
And trapped them in a villa in the mountains, one by one, in the most cruel and swift manner of their hearts, calling them blood and blood.
Obviously, it’s a story of revenge and retribution.
Sundazhi, who deserves it, is the condemned, Rosenro, who avenges his sister, and the police officer, who comes from the forest, is the judge.
As for her, what is her role in this story of revenge?
If she is not an accomplice to the knife and is suspected of being tried, then she has only one status –
A scapegoat.
Don’t think you’re born smart, and don’t think you’re born stupid.
Just looking over there and seeing yourself injured, even at a critical juncture, he didn’t hesitate to come and hold his own Rosenro, and he felt something was wrong.
Or, in this well-defined, orderly story, which role has suddenly defected.
The pain of a glass cut through the veins, amplified by the loss of the sense of sound, with a big, cold sweat coming out of her Zero, but more of it comes from her acute fear than from the pain on the skin.
Before entering the world, he wondered whether the skills he had taken were time-barred, and it was only by the way that he had accidentally touched the phone that Rosenro had left behind.
However, until she was happy to find the key items, her right hand fell and her mobile phone, which had been held in good hands, fell.
In order to catch the cell phone, Ben dragged a crippled Zero and fell the whole person together on a pile of broken glass.
In short, she’s just a little bit lucky, and she’s just in trouble.
The distance from the floor to the sofa is not far, and can even be described as an arm-lifting exercise.
But being held by Rosenro in his arms, he felt that time was too long to suffocate, that his arms were so long and so powerful as to hold on to her waist, as if two heavy chains created a terrible illusion that even his soul would be locked in him.
It’s like there’s no sound of a crash in the back of the woods, water on her back, a cat’s eye on her tail, staring right at her.
His mouth was soared in a straight line that he was grotesque and obstinate.
I don’t know what he’d do to himself, with his Zero heart almost to his throat.
But in the end, Rosenro was just a little snuffing out, putting a tight Zero on the couch and kissing her nostrils in the past. “The voice of the young marshmallows turned to heat and spit in his ear, and “Senlo, as a reward, let’s be careful this time, but if there’s another time…”
The rest of the threat became self-evident when he bit his ears hard.
“Behave good sister.” I’m sorry.
Crazy…
He’s crazy!
The sound of this careless approach has been so eccentric that it has been agreed with the forest.
Don’t force me! Do you hear me? I’m sorry.
Again and again, Rosenro has been ignored, from childhood to age, by the greatness of the face, and by the nature of the criminal intelligence that was born, by the attention of the audience, and has finally left her with the last calm in the screams that she felt.
She’s dead, Liu’s dead, Ho’s dead, and now she’s dead, even Sun Daqi, the strongest and most listenable.
The forest is breathing and holding a knife in both hands.
It’s the tip of Sun Da Chi’s heart, and it’s still dripping stinking blood.
From the very beginning, the Rosenro tried to kill all of them, and he didn’t even look at the rules and the consequences.
He is a madman who, in the name of revenge, meets his desire to kill!
His head was sore that he turned back to Rosenro, who was in the middle of the forest, apparently without playing like the last time he was playing with the prey. He’s frowning, he’s in his pocket, he’s not wearing any dangerous items, and he’s so impatient, “Why don’t you shut up forever? I’m sorry.
“Don’t come… don’t come! @Roseiro: @Roseiro: @Roseiro: @Roseiro: #Jan25: #Yan25 #Jan25 #Yan25 #Jan25 “Rosenlo, let’s talk! I’m sorry.
The voice of Lin Qianxian shivering, but she spoke very quickly: “You can’t get away with killing people, you can’t get away with killing so many people but I can help you, I can help you! I’m sorry.
“Help me?” It’s like the black cat who’s been acting like a stranger to attention, and Rosenro’s standing at a distance of less than a metre from the forest, he’s crooked, he’s stuck in his pocket, “How can you help me? I’m sorry.
When there was room for negotiation, the forest troupe almost answered with a loud reply: “I can be your witness!” We’re the only ones here who don’t know what’s going on. I can get you out of this. I’m sorry.
“Ooh. “It’s like hearing something interesting about Rosenro’s ice-smuggling smile almost as bright as “I didn’t kill people, who killed them?” I’m sorry.
He’s got a big smile on his face, and he can’t stop talking about it: “Gone Zero, killed Zero… she was a mute, unable to speak, the ideal scapegoat!” I can find friends, we can find a way to frame her…”
However, she realized her stupidity and ludicrousness only when she came back to see the luminous cynicism in Rosenro’s eyes.
Find a scapegoat?
How can you not think of this, and how can you not set up a trap for the sheep that he wants to trap?
It’s self-evident.
She’s the one who was chosen by Rosenro.
If forced down the main story of the altar, all sorts of anger and incredible madness rush to the heart of the forest.
She had numerous questions and arguments that she wanted to say, but when her eyes were unwittingly glimpsed where Rosenro had taken her to the couch, thinking of herself as the moon to come to the stars, she was now less than a little mute who could not even match the story, the psychological defence of her pride had finally collapsed.
She crashed and screamed, “Why me? Why isn’t she? She’s not even your sister! She’s a mute! Why are you protecting her like this? I’m sorry.
“She?”
It’s like turning a blind eye to the screams of the forest, and it’s like answering the questions of the forest.
“She’s my next light to chase. I’m sorry.
As soon as it came out, it was not just linquoise, but even Zero on the couch.
Next light to chase?
In addition to one-sided misunderstandings about sister-to-sister relations, it is creepy to be faced with such a sudden gesture and concern by Rosenro, except for being inexplicable.
Before that, there was the weird term “new family” and now he’s listening to himself as “light” and thinking that he’s being watched by a hungry beast with a cold back.
The love of lunatics is often the most unreasonable and deadly.
In comparison to the absence of zero, the forest troupe experience the pain of being called “suspect.”
For some reason, when she saw Rosenro’s first eyes, she agreed in her heart that the boy would belong to her, and now she’s listening to her other girl as “light” and asking her how she could…
Without waiting for the linquoise show here to finish its inner entourage, the Rosenro there is like a child with a toy, with no sign of it, and has to suffocate the linquoise neck and throw a white pill into her throat.
“I said it. “Leave the wild, dreary, gruesome, gruesome return of Rosenro.
Looking at him in a state of shock, he slowly rips down his hands like a skin-skinned film, then pulls out the lighter, sets the fire, sets it on fire and throws it on the body of a Bin Sundazh, “I will shut you up forever. I’m sorry.
Sundaji’s chest also has water stains that had been spilled on him before, and the flames on him are burning as fast as the Zero Brains think.
Then Wang Dong Wuk’s body, followed by a dry, flammable couch.
The fire, the smoke.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
With their fingers to their throats, they want to spit out the pills that have already become available, choke into the smoke of a nose, and throw out almost all the gall.
She looked up with her eyes covered in blood, into the flames surrounding her and the total hatred.
Unutilised pills, gloves to prevent fingerprints…
He thought of himself as a dead man from the beginning!
Hatred, pain, despair, frustration…
The radiance of the role of justice can no longer conceal the poor and dark roots of the nature of humanity and, with a certain external pressure, they will eventually be ready to break out and grow up.
“Aah-aah-aah!”
And the deadly dagger once again struck in the sky a beautiful silver arc, a comforting siren, with the roaring of the dead of the forested fish.
Boom! I’m sorry.
A shot.
It’s over.
It’s over, but not completely.
At least Rosenro’s not dead and the trouble with Zero won’t end.
It’s the same feeling that the drama goes along and is completely out of control.
She was fed strange pills by Rosenro and lost her ability to make a normal sound as a result of the violent behaviour of the military police officers who came in and shot her in the right hand.
She was the one who wanted to be her own, and probably the one who used to be.
And Rosenro, who managed to take a step back when the forest was strangling, the wound was so serious, but not so deadly, that he was able to relive himself for days after he had taken a few stitches to the hospital.
As for myself…
Turning around behind her and following her with her little tail all morning, even in the middle of the street in the sun, there is no impunity when faced with this incalculable young man, who often behaves differently than normal.
“I’m not your sister. I’m sorry.
Once again, she repeated her words in silence.
It was not only my brother-in-law or a distant relative who went to the police station to learn that the body had nothing to do with Rosenro.
In fact, if it hadn’t been for the unexpected dissolution of her original travel party, she wouldn’t have been temporarily added to the group where Rosenro was…
And suddenly, from a roadman who had nothing to do with his life and death, he turned into a “sister” that he had called, and even a fool wouldn’t believe it if he had nothing to do with it.
The common sense cannot be explained, but to assume that it was the original or his own unwitting act, that Rosenro mistook her for the reincarnation of her sister or for the possession of her soul?
If that’s the case, then it’s not possible for a little lunatic like Rosenro to harm his sister’s soul again.
Somehow, I can’t help but remember the black dress that I saw just a few days ago outside the window of the mountain house, and now I still remember that the doll is so beautiful, five officials are alive, and it’s as good as real.
The cold beats a chill and doesn’t want to think.
“You’re my sister. I’m sorry.
It’s like there’s no sign of Zero’s protection, and Rosenro’s so close, he smiles and he learns nothing.
What do you mean you’re not lucky? This is what he calls bad luck in his life — the Zero, who hasn’t spoken a word for two lifetimes, is very sceptical that she will ever have that skill.
But whatever the reasons behind it, it’s obvious that Rosenro is a “sniffing sleeper” and that if he’s a normal teenager, he’s got a little bit of a beating, but he’s a murderous little lunatic.
And the legal system in this world, derived from mythical novels, is clearly flawed.
It’s not a good thing to be caught up in an extra-legal maniac.
What do you mean “new family”? I’m sorry.
I can’t help but ask her the question that has been bothering her for so long.
According to the news, Rosenro’s crooked head seems to wonder why she doesn’t even know the common sense: “The new family means the new family.” I’m sorry.
“I know this, but it’s blood that’s family. I know you, not family.” I’m sorry.
Rosenro also learned to nod and shake his head.
“The kind of family you say is the most common, shallow and meaningless type, bound by biological genetic and moral requirements. That’s so boring, and the family I’m saying is here. “Roseno means his heart.”
“The Heart?” Go to zero.
“No, no. “Rosenro smiled, naive and unattractive, “is the soul. “His dark eyes are straight, and your soul is brand new. I’m sorry.
I’m stuck.
It’s like someone’s been watching the most hidden secrets, and it’s cold.
Her soul is new?
Yes, for this body, the soul of her soul, which has fulfilled her wish, is indeed new and strange — how do you know that?
And the family of the soul…
An incomprehensible sense of familiarity is like a sprouts that break through the earth and turn on the cynics, as if she had thought of it and said it to people.
“What was sister thinking? “The first time I noticed a distraction from Zero, the smile on Rosenro’s face was dim, and there were a few shadows. The rest of your sister’s family?”
Listening to him, she shook her head and fought alone until now, and she never had any family.
The answer to the question is satisfactory, and Rosenro is turning his eyes again: “Senro has only one sister and one sister alone is enough.” I’m sorry.
As if the words about the soul were nothing but his unintentioned words, Rosenro used to speak of his children who proclaimed sovereignty.
Zero wants to be relieved, but she doesn’t have the kind of agitation she wants, knowing that it’s something left over from the original, and the system once said that the legacy of the “food residue” would not be too bad for the reader.
But now it seems that there is no retreat in the system’s ability to talk nonsense.
He tried to get rid of him without pissing off Rosenro.
“I have something to do. Don’t follow me. I’m sorry.
When it came out, he smiled, and then he blinked, and his eyes were red.
It’s like I’m talking about the worst of sin, and Rosenro starts scrambling and tears. Senro only has a sister. Don’t leave Senro alone.”
In the streets, people come and cry in the rain, and the pears of Rosenlot lead many people to stop watching, and to look in the eye, all of which is a harsh condemnation of the vicious sister who abandoned his lovely brother.
Nothing.
She was the first to be called to account by the wicked, and she couldn’t even say it.
Rosenro’s looks were so ingested that the more people looking at it, the more they were afraid of making a big deal of it, the harder they were, the harder they were, the more they were, the better they were, and the more they were, the better they were, the better they were.
Looking at the sleeves of his shirts held hostage by his side, with tears on his cheeks, Rosenlo, laughing at two dimples.
In the middle of the day, he finally took off the street and let go of his sleeves, and felt something cool went into her hands.
When you look at one of them, you pull back your arms, and you turn your face and look at the cat in Upper Rosenona, and it’s full of “the inch.”
“Sister, hold hands. “Scrambling away, Rosenro is holding his right hand in his mouth.
It was not clear whether the person in front of him was a perverted murderer or a mentally retarded brother, and the black-faced Zero had left Rosenro happy with her 10 fingers, walking along with a very childish swinging of their hands.
Except when Rosenro came to the destination of this journey, his happy smile disappeared.
What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
Standing in front of the door of the prison building, which was under heavy cloud pressure, was a strong sense of crisis.
As if he had not done so, it would become a bubble and disappear.
It was not clear how to answer him that Zou Zhuo had simply continued to go inside on her own initiative, even without having to be led by a guard, and that she knew her house well.
This is it.
The cry in the depths of the soul disappeared as soon as it entered this dark, damp room, and Zero only felt that the surroundings were suddenly so quiet that she could swallow her mouth.
It’s not…
The forest?
“Sister, let’s go. “What did Rosenro feel like?
However, his words had just been heard and it appeared that the people in prison recognized the voice of Rosenro.
And his ears were full of his own heart beats, and he was keenly aware of the tremors of the lumber, and then saw what she had pulled out of her arms of silver.
Not good!
It’s like watching a movie, and everything that’s in front of you becomes slow motion.
Rosenro looked at the eccentric linquoise over there and threw a sharp dagger in his own direction, and looked at him to find his family without hesitation.
The cold blade piercs the root of the rose, and the squirted juice will fall on the petals of the earth to dye the beauty and romance.
And that was the way she was dying, even when death was with her, and she became a poem worth recited.
She reminds him of his last family.
A gentle, kind, naive person who wants to save his own poor soul, even if it rots.
Unfortunately, her soul is so boring that a thin piece of paper can easily destroy and tear apart.
But it’s different.
She’s like him, his new family.
He’s been alone for too long. He’s looking for someone.
So, his dear sister, it’s useless to run away, and it’s useless to run away.
Sitting silently on his knees, Rosenro’s black eye hole, like a puppet cut off from a tow.
In his ears was a cry of derangement from the wild beasts of the forest, accompanied by a crowd of guards and medical personnel, kneeling in the middle of the crowd, with Rosenro holding the cold body, filled with rose juice.
Sister, are you asleep?
To let medical personnel take his empty body, Rosenro spoke to himself and to whom he was talking. He looked up and showed a clean and pure smile like a child to a corner of the air. “When the sister wakes up, Samro will come to you. I’m sorry.
“Congratulations to the book-dresser on his mission.”
Returning to the same space of consciousness as her eggshell, Zero almost immediately collapsed on the couch, with her face lying down with her chest hurried.
She was in the air as a soul form … Rosenro saw her.
It’s only a short-term confrontation with Rosenro, and it’s just a little bit of hair.
As if a hunter’s gun were pointed at him, it was just a glance, but it was as if he and his soul were to be imprisoned — that fear. And the feeling of suffocation doesn’t want to happen again.
I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have a heart or because I’m used to beating workers in my last life.
Neither does it matter that the story goes well or bad, nor does it have much to say about the role of novels other than the original one, if it can be done, everything can be used and everything can be said.
It is also in this mindset that any reaction to external stimulus by the approximation is temporary and unaffordable.
Happy, sad, angry, afraid, but quickly forgotten, as long as she remembers her identity as a writer.
But it is still difficult to ease the negative mood in the chest even now that we are back at this “specially tailored rest stop for people who wear books”.
And a few deep breaths, and that’s why you’re sitting on the sofa, and your tongue’s a little bit of a stiff when you talk, “System, are you there? I’m sorry.
“I’m on” immediately.
“I have a question, if I could apply to be a writer, to travel through the world of novels what about other novel characters? Can they also apply to be book-dressers and travel? I’m sorry.
“Not really.”
The system rarely gives such an uncertain answer: “The conditions for being a writer are so harsh that they must be a wake-up call, and the chances of awakening the general novel role are only one in a million. After all, it is difficult, in a general environment where the body is accustomed, to overturn the author’s three-viewed vision, to leap out of the bounds and to discover the blind areas and loopholes of the novel world, so as to awaken itself.”
The system rarely explained it in such detail, listening carefully and hearing the small probabilities, but when she threw up in half, she was choked back by the second half of the system, “but the probabilities don’t mean nothing.”
Not when you choke in the middle of your throat.
“There are two methods of travel known to other novelists, apart from the formal writers permitted by the rules: the first is the ” wisher” under the rules, the offering of the soul, any wish, and, naturally, going through other novels.”
A little change in the tone of the system mechanics, “if, of course, their narrow thinking can outrun their novel world — but if they realize what to wish for.”
If she’s right, the system’s in…
Of course, this joke is not funny except for being insulting.
The system itself was somewhat embarrassed and stopped for a while, so it continued to explain in a hard manner: “The second is the “rebels” who, with the strong spiritual power of the first or the second, escape from the control of the rules, will sooner or later be removed from the rules.”
Rebels?
The first time I heard the term, I thought I wanted to ask her again, but the system apparently did not intend to give her the opportunity to pass all the failed stories into her mind.
I finally accepted the whole story of the novel, and many of the details of what happened were that I was sitting on the couch, and I couldn’t even look back on my fingers for half a day.
This time, she did go through a skeptical novel, ostensibly a story of a criminal police girl in love with a genius criminal, but it did contain numerous nuanced human problems.
The male lord Rosenro was born a genius and lived with his gentle and kind sister, Rosen Yu.
The book describes the young children, Rosenro, who are increasingly feeling more than intimacy towards their sisters.
When Rosen Yu, who was aware of this, decided to leave her brother for a while, she reported on a few days of a travel party, on which she met with a group of Sun Daqis, while others, like the girl, turned a blind eye and ended up desperate to commit suicide.
In order to avenge the death, Rosenro had planned for 10 years, again gathering those who had been there by various means and killing a whole population in a mountain villa with blood and debt.
But the plan didn’t change, and two completely innocent people were added to the Rosenro Revenge team.
One is the master of the police academy, who, in the course of her murder, was very interested in her and, of course, released her.
As for the other, it’s the original.
The original body was not killed by Rosenro, but an “accident” broke off the hands on which he communicated, guided by the evidence that Rosenro had deliberately left behind and deduced by the Rinjiang art as the killer.
So, in a story that opens with such a background as the character, the original person who is too frightened and has little capacity to defend becomes Rosenro’s scapegoat.
With his life and innocence, he paved the way for the love of Rosenro and Lin Yu.
It’s worth a lot of money.
Read the novels carefully again, and Zoyo found that there were many places in the book where Rosenro was the killer.
But the master of the forest, who has not seen it, has been willing to work with Rosenro, playing with him in pursuit, and has finally left the innocent with his eyes closed and charged with murder…
“The mission is to find the real killer and to punish him and Lin Yuen for his crimes.”
Due punishment?
For what she called “love” in her original work, she sacrificed her life without hesitation, betraying fairness and justice.
This time, she was “sacrificed” without hesitation by her beloved Rosenro, hoping that she would figure out what she wanted to do to others in the dark prison.
As for Rosenro, he was right to avenge his sister, but it was wrong to kill innocent people in the name of revenge.
Now that he has become a demon, and that he has spoken of chasing his so-called “light”, let him see the light be extinguished before him.
Look, she’d rather die than be around him.
Perhaps Rosenro is alone enough to want to arrest a person as a family, but for a few days he prefers to understand Rosenro’s feelings for his sister, or his feelings, as “the best of all.”
This is why she ended up following her own wish to see Lin Yu’s karma be punished for it, and to shield Roseniro from it when she left, so that he would never be able to get it and never have it.
For the second time, a “done mind” trick was used, and this time it was even more dangerous than the first.
She was even prepared to fail, but now it appears that she is again fortunately mistakenly completing her mission.
Wait. Lucky?
She suddenly remembered the one-time skill she had taken from the “The King is alive”.
She remembers that in the novel, the original body didn’t appear to be a moon… Also reminiscent of the eccentric moves of Rosenro that night, suddenly there was a bold but credible assumption.
In the milk that Rosenro gave her, she put sleeping pills.
She just woke up in the middle of the night because she drank too little, and happened to be back with Rosenro, who had not finished the blood.
If it hadn’t been for her sudden arrival at the time giving Rosenro an explanation step, she wouldn’t have lived that night.
Besides, the original was not the same as Rosenro, but when she was in it, Rosenro called out a “sister”
Now it’s all a test.
So from the beginning, Rosenro knew she wasn’t the original.
It’s like a cold silver line entangled in a zero-crop ridge.
So why does Rosenro then treat himself like a sister or a family?
In that sense, she realized that her mission, with the help of the skills of the Great King in the World, had been won, and that she had spent almost no effort at all.
The Emperor is alive, fortunately.
I don’t know if I’m lucky or lost, but I’m not sure I’m happy.
On the one hand, as a freshman, she had this delicate task for the first time on her own and could not have done it without the help of her skills.
On the other hand, one-time skills can only protect her this time, and the task that will follow will have to be done on her own.
It’s time that the system picks up on the emotional indicators of the readers, which are largely normal: “What has the readers learned through this mission world? I’m sorry.
The same problem as at the end of the last world, with a zero-sum pattern, was provoked by the preface’s lack of a posteriori.
Did you learn anything else? “Nothing has been learned. I’m sorry.
To be honest with you, “It’s a real win-win, not even a dream. I’m sorry.
It seems to be a dissatisfied answer, and the mechanized sound of no human face repeats again: “What has been learned by those who wear books through this mission world? I’m sorry.
What do you have to learn? What kind of hard education is this?
“Can’t you learn anything? I’m sorry.
“What has the writer learned through this mission world? I’m sorry.
And the system reacts as if it were the lowest-intelligence repeater.
“…”
“What has the writer learned through this mission world? I’m sorry.
“…”
“What has the writer learned through this mission world? I’m sorry.
“Come on, I’ve learned. * It’s too much to worry about * or compromise *
The first thought that comes out of my head is, “Late sometimes matters more than power, that’s what I learned. I’m sorry.
The second world feedback has finally stopped its rereading.
How about that? “Then it’s my turn to ask questions.” I’m sorry.
If you don’t know what you’re looking at, just lift your chin and take your nostrils to the sky. Why haven’t I been able to contact you since I got into the world? I’m sorry.
Accident
Automatically filtering out “because of the emergence of a rebel in this novel world, his spiritual strength is too strong and even blocking the connection between the system and the reader.” It’s not gonna happen again.
It’s not like it’s so squeaky, it’s like, “That’s it?” No other indication or compensation? I’m sorry.
System one.
“…to compensate for the 5% increase in the progress of this mission.”
“That’s more like it. “It’s a reward for a job for a white prostitute, who lays down his hand to his own satisfaction and says that the bargaining position he learned in his last life with a vegetable-marketing mom is really useful.
“The rate of progress of the award for the completion of this mission is 10%, and the current rate of completion of the readers is 15%.
Look at the blue progress strips, they’re so long, they’re in a good mood, they’re on the couch, “Yes. I’m sorry.
The sound of the word is that a large, semi-transparent, large blue wheel has appeared in the white closed space, and as it accelerates, the acetal light on the edge presents an extremely beautiful radioactive form.
Thirty seconds later, the wheel slows down and points to…
“Supermax.”
Zero fun now.
Super-Governance, don’t think about what the next world is going to score to school.
The “Whether or not to go into the next task world” system asks:
“Yes. I’m sorry.
He’s holding his chest up and his head up.
She’s had enough of the last two worlds, and the next one, she’s got to be on campus!
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
