I'm not talking about raising monsters

Chapter 41

He hugged the woman in his hands, and gently washed her black and thick hair with soap locusts and soap.Can't help but think of my first time...

It was a night when he and his brother were guarding the corpse at night, the pale candle swayed in the wind, slowly and suddenly it went out,

Brother went downstairs to fetch tea, leaving him alone in the room, he could finally appreciate the beauty in front of him openly.

Watching...watching...he felt more and more in doubt.

Even though he knew that this woman was dead, she was the most beautiful brothel woman here after all.She had no money to take care of her business while she was alive.

But now that she is dead, she is wearing the most beautiful clothes in her life. Her upper body is wearing grass green and multicolored wide-sleeved Dubu Shu shirt and purple nails and small threads of Campbell and flower soft satin. There are filigree plum blossom jade ear pendants on the ears, silk alexandrite cat's-eye nail buckles on the long and creamy hands, and a yellow double-ring four-fold Ruyi sash tied gracefully on the slender waist.On the feet are silk and satin transformed from black smoked satin sheepskin-soled boots.

There was also a thin layer of makeup on her face, except for her paleness, it was completely invisible that she was already a dead person.

No matter how you look at it, it feels like a fairy slowly falling asleep.

He watched for a long time...

He could hear his own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, he was just a mud leg, how could he be lucky enough to see such a delicate woman, even if he sat down and drank a cup of tea, it would be difficult for him to pass the first hurdle of reciting poems correctly.

But today, I was actually able to look at her fragile skin up close.

【You died, but your pale face looked even more lovely, lying there motionless, as if waiting for your own luck at any time. 】

When she was alive, she was a noble fairy, and she was a beauty that only dignitaries could meet.

But now she will never look at herself with the kind of eyes that look at trash and look at trash, and she will never give herself a straight look.

She will no longer scream for Mr. Turtle to drive her out, don't dirty her house, and she will never think that she stinks or looks poor.

Her death was like a baptism for her soul, stripping away all the bad things, those untamable, mean, and aggressive things from her.

Only this beautiful corpse was left behind, and only her most beautiful skin was left for himself.

She could no longer say to let herself go.

Her petite catkins are now in his hands, let him play with them.She can no longer refuse herself, she is like a cute little animal, lying there constantly tempting herself, inviting...

[Come here...I'm right here...Come here. 】

Now the only obstacle between me and the beauty is that third party who obstructs my eyes.The man who guarded the spirit with her is gone, as long as this man gets lost, the rest is the sweet world between the two of them.

As long as he thinks that such a beauty who was so delicate and pretty, who didn't even look at him, now collapses powerlessly in his arms, letting him play with him, he feels his heart beat so fast that it's hard to breathe.

I feel that I have full control over everything in the world, and the world is between my fingers.

This little watch is so beautiful.

Even death can arouse a man's desire, look at her small face, she doesn't even have a slap in the face.

This is the legendary Yangzhou thin horse, which has been meticulously groomed since childhood, and its small size is different from that of ordinary women.

Just like a jade pea that has not germinated but has been carefully crafted and snorted carefully.The three-inch golden lotus can be held in the hand.It was completely different from the rough women working in the country that she usually saw. Those big fat women looked so vulgar in front of her.

But in the past, he couldn't even enter the courtyard where the woman was staying. Just looking at it from a distance could make him feel fascinated.

But just such a glance caused him to be severely beaten. Those tortoises threw him out with clubs with thick wrists, and cursed: "Is this something you can see? How much money do you have?" , a poor and lowly stinky ruffian, you will dirty our nobleman just by looking at it."

The two men tacitly had certain thoughts about the woman lying in front of them, but they each had their own ghost plans.They all want to find something to make the other party leave the attic first.

"It's late at night, brother, let's go get some hot tea, it's getting colder."

"I don't feel cold. If you are cold, you can go by yourself first. Don't worry, I will watch over you here."

"Hehe, if you're not cold, I can still hold on."

The two men fell into a silent stalemate again.

"How about we drink some wine to strengthen our courage."

"Yes, yes, take courage, you are afraid."

"Let's go down together."

"Where are you going?"

"Go down by yourself first, I will stay here first."

The two fell into a stalemate again.One of the men had an idea and said, "Then I'll go out and eat something first, and I'll replace you later."

Men originally thought that as men, they have a tacit understanding with each other. Everyone makes concessions and leaves enough time for each other. Hello, hello, hello, everyone.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned around and walked out of the room, the door locked with a click.

After that, no matter how hard I knocked on the door, no one answered.

"What the hell do you mean, what's the matter with locking the door?"

There was a hurried sound from inside the door. "I don't know what's wrong, is the door locked? Is it stuck somewhere? Don't worry,"

"Wait for me to check, you go and have a cup of tea first." He stayed in the door, locked the door, and said anxiously.

Now it's done, only him and the female corpse are left in the room.

What can outsiders do to him?

This night is their wedding night, which belongs to themselves and the beauty, and no one can disturb them.

He was fascinated by the little beauty lying motionless on the bed, and his heart was surging, unbelievable.

Thinking back to the time when we first met him, the woman was so petite, as if the wind would melt into the wind and rain. Under a patch of pink cherry blossoms, the woman took a step, trembling three times, cooperating with a song that drifted like fireworks. Cherry blossom petals, holding on to the rockery, slowly walked over from behind the rockery.

Every step seems to be dancing in my heart.

As long as you don't hear the woman's screaming and harsh voice, everything about her is perfect.

Now all the bad things in her have disappeared, leaving only the best things in her.

She will never reject herself again, she will treat herself like a king, she will obey everything about herself, she is as docile as a puppy in front of herself.

He lifted the woman's cold gray hand to his face, and the skin of the dead person showed a smooth and dry texture, like kraft paper that would dry out.

Everything is so docile and obedient, without any resistance, the inaccessible beauty is now in my own hands.

Creamy and cold, in the palm of my hand.

At this moment he reached the peak...

How to describe this feeling?

The fairy flying in the sky is finally willing to fall into the dust and embrace herself.

It was the first time in his life that he felt this way.

The women he met were all so sharp, they always rejected themselves, they always disliked their ugliness, incompetence, and poverty.

Only she, only this beauty in front of her accepted everything about her so docilely.He treats himself like an emperor, she meets all his needs, and she puts her most important little pigeon in her hands.

When it was all over, he cleaned up the scene, opened the door, and out there were angry, unbelievable brothers.

Introduce the brother into the room.

For the first time in his life, he was so decent, so calm and at ease.After all, he is already a married man and has had a woman.It's not the same thing as these ordinary people.

The brother went into the room and inspected around, but found nothing. Of course, he had already cleaned up everything on the scene, and he couldn't find anything.

He's loved it ever since.What good is a living woman?

They're bitter, they're sharp, they're open to money, and their little heads are full of all sorts of intrigues.But when they die.All these bad sides will disappear.

The only regret is that good things are always short-lived.He had to fall in love again and again, and fall in love again and again, before their bodies decayed.

Gradually, the corpses could no longer satisfy him. Where are there so many beautiful corpses?

He decided to change from passive to active. After all, now that he is a man who has had more than a dozen concubines, he should be daring.

He began to try to get close to his next wife, and it would be better to cultivate the relationship earlier after all.

He was looking for his unique fawn in the forest like a king with a gun.

Then hunt...

Sometimes he would intentionally get close to a woman, letting her deceive him, abuse him, and insult him... All of this will become the most delicious dessert when they get married.

Girls crying and apologizing, crying and screaming, crying and saying I was wrong...

This damn... sweet love...

Smelling the lightly scented clothes, he went to heaven again...