Su Kuiyun raised his hand lightly, and the silk thread quickly retracted. Qin Shisi fell to the ground in an embarrassing manner, rolled twice, and came into close contact with the cold, bloody thing on the ground.
He screamed and quickly climbed up.
Except for one person present there was no breath, the others were tied to the ground, and they were all alive and well. Naturally, I also witnessed the chilling scene from the bottom of my own eyes. Except in the movie horror films, I have never seen it in reality except for the horror movies!
They looked at Qin Fourteen and shook their heads desperately in fear.
Qin Fourteen sneered, got up and kicked it hard, "Mr. Sirs, let go of you. I didn't expect that some of you would be impatient to live this year and catch up to death by yourself? Didn't you think about it before you came here? My husband has been walking on this road for too many young people. Since he can sit firmly in the leading position, he can't be dragged down by the younger generation!"
really-
Since he is not dead, he will not let go of this group of people.
A few steps walked to the edge of the cliff, he looked down and looked down. The endless abyss was tumbling with black mist, and a faint suffocation was rushing toward his face, as if countless voices were hypnotizing his brain, telling him: Jump down, Jump down—
He shook his head abruptly, walked away quickly, and at the moment a group of people begged for mercy and swears, he threw them like dumplings.
On the precipitous cliff, the remaining five cars were quietly parked in the darkness, and their owners would never be able to return.
This is an uninhabited dead mountain. Since many weird accidents, it has been sealed off, and the sun may not be seen for decades. The people who came here secretly, except for the most vicious, are racers who treat life like grass and pursue excitement.
The bright black Land Rover galloped down the mountain and quickly disappeared.
The late autumn passed in the blink of an eye, and it was early winter. Ling Li's cold wind blew a person's face like a knife, as if it could cut off a piece of meat.
This year's snow is exceptionally early. Over the magnificent old mansion, melodious white flakes of snowflakes are falling. The tiny snow, in mid-air, was dissolved by the air, turned into water and fell down.
A shallow layer of snow flocculates on the plum blossoms that bloom outside the window, and the red petals and light yellow stamens are extraordinarily gorgeous in the pale winter.
Through the half-open carved window, you can faintly hear the sound of the piano.
Indoor, study room.
Qin Yu leaned on the soft collapse, his clearly articulated fingers slowly nodded on the table beside him, and followed the sound of the guzheng to beat. He casually held a book in his other hand and glanced at him from time to time.
By the window, Su Kui's long black hair was tied behind her head loosely. The snow-white silk gown, the neckline is a retro button design, her eyebrows are drooping, and she is calm and peaceful. Slender fingers plucked the strings lazily at will, and a string of melodious piano sounds flowed out from the fingertips.
The sandalwood on the table is curled up, floating in the study, wrapped in the fragrance of the logs, which is refreshing.
The two did not talk, each doing what was in their own hands, but they seemed to have a natural tacit understanding, not interfering with each other, but they were linked together.
"Yinluo." As soon as the faint voice fell, a cup of steaming white tea was handed to her hand.
He raised his eyes and took it. The tips of the green leaves in the tea cup were floating one by one. With a light blow, he gathered into a ball along the fluctuations of the water. He took a sip, his lips and teeth fragrant.