"Don't, we really didn't steal anything, our two friends, you will put them back." Night Feather casually responded.

On the acting, every killer can be a part-time actress.

"That nature, as long as you are comfortable with me, no, as long as there is no dirt on you, let me check and check, naturally will put your friends, this is the place where Wang Fa." The county official's son wants For a while, the more you want to be excited.

The night feathers are facing back to the son of the son, and the bottom of the eyes reveals a deep chill, the corners of the mouth, all with a graceful smile.

The expression of the night feathers makes the black gauze slightly surprised. A person, a faceless killer, may be able to do it, but smiles and kills, and... laughs so naturally, the black gauze admits that he can't do it!

Come to the room.

As soon as he entered the door, the magistrate of the county magistrate could not wait to lock the door from the inside, for fear that the two beautiful people ran.

"Is it locked?" Night Feather asked softly.

"Locked, can't run." Gong Ziye subconsciously answered.

"Well? What do you mean?" The son of the son finally realized that there was something wrong.

Hey!

The night feathers turned around, and the soul-splitting blade in the hand reached the head of the son.

"Ah, ah!"

Hey!

Gongziye tried to scream for help, and the night feathers shot with lightning and picked up his chin.

"Ah! Ah!"

The son of the former ****, now full of horror, can not talk in the mouth, can only make a dumb scream.

Hey!

The son turned and ran to the door, and wanted to open the door to escape, but he just locked himself tightly...

This time, I really can't run.

The night feathers followed him, and he pulled out his back collar and swung it with one hand.

The body of more than one hundred kilograms of the son of the son was smashed into the house with a big windmill, and the table was knocked over.

The teapot in the teapot above was broken and broken.

The son of the shards is full of blood.

......

In the lobby on the first floor, some diners listened to this vague reaction and shook their heads.

"The two handsome girls are so ruined."

"You listen to this movement, Tang Jun loves this grandson, pigs and dogs are not as good!"

"What is the world."

Everyone has a lot of arguments. From time to time on the second floor, the screams and the sounds are quite miserable. These people are more worried about the two beautiful people, the night feathers and the black yarn.

......

Inside the room.

The county official’s son, Tang Junai, has been tied to the bed by black crepe. The whole person is sitting on the ground and can’t move.

"I am also a person who talks about Wang Fa. As long as you answer my question, I will spare you." Yu Yu played with the soul-splitting blade in his hand, and Tang Jun, who was chilling on the blade, was chilling.

"What is your name?" Night Feather asked a word gently.

"Ah! Ah-"

Tang Jun loves to struggle, twisting his body and trying to move farther away from the blade in the night.

"Well? Don't say it? It's no wonder that I am." The night feathers whispered, but the sound suddenly became cold.

Hey!

A toe of Tang Jun's love was cut by the night feathers.

"How old are you this year." Night Feather wiped the blood on the blade with Tang Jun's clothes.

"Oh! Ah! Ah!"

Tang Jun loves his eyes wide open, his mouth open, and his voice is loud.

"Don't you say?" The night feathers are another frown.

Hey!

Another knife.