Master of the Stars

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Hancheng is a city reconstructed from the ruins. Due to geographical reasons, it was struck by Beishan Lake and the southern bay, forming a barbell-like urban layout.

Beishan Lake is the northernmost point of Hancheng, but the southern bank of Beishan Lake is definitely not. Around the central and southern area of ​​Beishan Lake, there are still a considerable number of residential facilities, many of which are high-end residential areas.

Do n’t wonder why under the threat of the distorted species, some people will build mansions here. Basically, a large part of the big figures of Hancheng are configured as “hunting villas”. Especially in the past few years after the Dark Blue Walker was born, the world government has basically turned into an attack on the wilderness. Under the continued decline in threat, the high-level social mode of "surrounding lake hunting" has become common practice.

However, this season is just the gap between spring hunting and summer hunting. The "hunting villa" community by the lake looks empty, with few pedestrians and relatively deserted. It's still more difficult for the two to pass each other and ignore each other.

"Good evening, Mrs. Beishan."

"good evening."

"The wind is cool tonight."

"Yes."

The two crossed each other, leaving only the housewife's stiff smile in the cool night breeze.

Taking this small detail as the starting point, it quickly formed the main topic of the high-end villa area tonight. At the boring meeting of women friends, many people commented:

"Beishan Xuehui, what a rude man!"

"She's just an entertainer, really arrogant."

"It is said that Mr. Beishan is a powerful person in society?"

"Yes, I have heard of it. So a long time ago, Mrs. Beishan barely went out. But I said again ... The powerful Mr. Beishan is probably dead!"

"Oh, really?"

"Isn't it? I used to have a car to pick her up at the door every one or two months, and then come back in about a week. But that kind of car hasn't appeared in a long time. Hancheng attacked the community a while ago. People were hospitalized and died! "

"Ahhhhhh, is this the case! So Mrs. Beishan often visits Mr. Zuo Jiaweimen recently ..."

"Let's pray, maybe the future is like a duckweed. Here, maybe we won't see her anytime soon."

Whispers of surprise and excitement may or may not spread. Beishan Xuehua, the center of public opinion, may or may not hear it. As far as the present is concerned, she is still walking at a slow pace, keeping a quiet and indifferent attitude, and walking on the narrow and tidy tree-lined path.

After all, the time is relatively late. Perhaps life in the major business and entertainment districts of Hancheng is just beginning, but for the people in this community, it is basically the time to rest at home.

Walking further along the tree-lined road, the more scarce the figure is, and in the end walking hundreds of meters tortuously, no one is seen.

But this time, Beishan Xuehui also arrived at his doorstep. The smart housekeeper detected her sign data, and the security system opened the portal:

"You are back, ma'am."

Beishan Xuehui walked into the courtyard silently, still at the same pace as before, passing through the exquisite vestibular courtyard, the breeze came, the low shrubs and the red maple leaves in the courtyard were rustling, welcome The hostess went home.

The door of the main house also opened, and Beishan Xuehui walked to the entrance, put down his handbag, and bent over to change his shoes.

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly flickered out, and the intelligent housekeeper uttered again: "Sorry, some trouble ..."

The sound cut off immediately, and the lights in the room went out completely.

Beishan Xuehui straightened up and froze there. Without waiting for her to react, a figure suddenly rushed in from outside the house, rushed into the moment of the porch, and clung tightly to Beishan Xuehua's waist, leaving no gaps, and at the same time stretched her elbow over her shoulder, horizontal She crossed her throat and squeezed it back again, firmly blocking her trachea and also choking the possibility of her vocalization.

"Mrs. Beishan, poor man, don't panic, I'm here to help you!" The intruder behind was hoarse and breathed heavily, and the hot air rushed past Beishan Xuehua's ear. It has nothing to do with physical strength, just the natural response after hormone secretion.

"Have you lost the care of powerful people? Without a backer, how can you maintain such an elegant and calm life? The future is simply a visible tragedy ... Come on, I will help you, no extra effort, You just need to treat me in the same way you treat that person! "

Feeling that Beishan Xuehui's resistance to resistance was very weak, the intruder pulled her over, still holding her throat with her hand, and admiring the beauty's stiffness from panic through the moonlight shining through the window, but still exquisite Face.

Yes, this face. He has been watching under the camphor tree for two full months-perfectly matching his aesthetics, with both beauty and fame.

Although in the industry. This woman is also a relatively low-key kind, but after more than ten years of acting career, there should be many fans! Countless people can't be expected, but they will soon groan and beg under him-is this not the biggest source of motivation for him to become a capable person and a strong person and willing to work hard?

"Now I am such a person!"

The faint light of the corner emergency light reflected the intruder's face. This face has laid out a pious and profound practice model. Under the "Sakajiamon", he sat on and off for almost a year. He was still wearing a wide robe at this time, but soon torn it off impatiently.

"Mrs. Kitayama, remember me! My Sakuoka Okano ... Hey!"

The "fake monk" named Ichiro Okano was also too excited. When tearing his own clothes, he gave Beishan Xuehui a chance to struggle. The woman dominated by fear, somehow, pulled out of his palm control, staggering back, but the hind legs stumbled at the corner of the entrance, the body fell backward, fell heavily on the tatami.

Okano Soichiro thought that Kitayama Xuehui was about to scream and rush forward quickly.

But the expected cry did not come. Beishan Xuehui in front of him was like a beautiful doll, his eyes widened only in fear.

The hem of the kimono is stretched out by the legs that naturally diverge. Above the snow-white foot pockets, there is no inferior or even smoother calf skin. This posture is slightly inelegant, but it is more suitable for the current situation and in an appropriate way Highlight her beautiful posture.

Okano Soichiro was a little surprised, and his heart rose and rose twice, crackling into a crack.

He couldn't help but admire in his heart: I really deserve to be a senior mistress who has followed powerful people for many years and knows how to use his own capital to avoid greater harm!

This is even better!

Okano Soichiro was really about to explode, and he quickly tossed his wide robe aside, revealing a sturdy body wrapped only in the lower gear:

"Mrs. Kitayama, you have done a good job! From tonight, you will live a new life and be more comfortable than before! Me, Soichiro Okano, a senior cadre of the Wanling Order, a person who is close to the gods and close to the gods , The so-called 'powerful people' in the underworld are not worth mentioning compared to me! Come on, ma'am, you can continue to do it and come up with your best skills ... "

Beishan Xuehui didn't fully obey the intruder's request. Perhaps it was her fear that completely grabbed her soul. She just sat down on the tatami, her elbows propped her body up and half, staring at the fake monk under the weak light source.

If Ruoqiang said that there was any action, it was probably the lips with light pink lipstick, gently opened and closed, and murmured something.

At first, Okano Soichiro thought it was to beg for mercy, but in the next second he heard part of the content: "It's a life curse, a world sentiment curse, a great equality curse! Apocalypse and all souls, no difference; good and evil, all lives Yes……"

In fact, Beishan Xuehui's voice is low and his lips are not obvious. It is difficult to tell if he has changed something else. But Ichiro Okano is so familiar.

He was stunned first, and then he couldn't help laughing. Isn't this the blessing of their All Souls?

This set of blessings obviously changed from the Buddhist scriptures, the editors are not sincere, but within the aura coverage of "Zuo Jiaweimen", it is indeed quite effective. If this were not the case, who would be able to pay attention to those who have the ability to look above the top?

Unexpectedly, Beishan Xuehui is still a devout church member! However, in front of him, a senior cadre of the Wanling Religious Order, recite the Wanling Mantra ... This is to cater to it, it must be to cater to it!

"Come on, Mrs. Beishan, I will teach you a more correct way of thinking. I will show you miracles and let you see the new world!"

It may be interesting that Sakuichiro Okano wants to come up with some missionary appearance. But with all that said, he was so utterly dry by the flames in his body that he couldn't bear it any more. He took a step forward and reached out and grabbed the front of Beishanxue's dark blue kimono, which was lined with it. They ripped together, and even the body straps were loosened.

Beishan Xuehui's loose neckline still hasn't exposed much, but the clear and perfect collarbone is another **** part of mature women.

Okano Soichiro was so excited that he almost howled, and he couldn't care about looking for a bed or something anymore, so he pressed down again to taste the cold fragrance of Beishan Xuehui's body again.

But at this moment, his chest shook violently, and there was some resistance. It was not too big, but it was a strange feeling that was difficult to understand. From there, he stirred all the way back in the chest cavity, and then his back. Wear out.

Numbness and slight pain, as well as the instinct of the human body's instinct to awaken spontaneously, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the beautiful face close to him, still muttering with that unique sense of rigidity, The second and third penetrating shocks hit consecutively.

Okano Soichiro finally turned his gaze between his chest and abdomen, and then he saw that three rattan sticks with thick thumbs are penetrating into the body from different positions on his chest and abdomen, and worn from behind he could not see Out.

Fear stimulated the spirit consciousness. Although he could not see it, he could sense that the three rattans were intertwined and flipped over the back, swimming and coiling like a spirit snake.

Where is the rattan ... Am I dying?

Confusion and fear, as well as fatal real damage, instantly took away all his strength.

His body is so soft that it is impossible to support his body anymore. He naturally fell to the north mountain snow painting, but the fourth root and the fifth root ... Ichiro Okano is completely unclear, and his remaining consciousness is no longer suitable. Such a complicated job.

Numerous rattan and tree roots flew from the cluttered kimonos of Kitayama Snow Paint, from the original neat tatami, and also from the walls and ceilings of the upper, lower, left, and right sides, not just the chest, abdomen, and spine of Okicano Ichiro The head and all places where you can pierce the force and **** the flesh.

In a blink of an eye, Soichiro Okano was framed in the air by the roots of rattan trees. He hadn't died yet, the familiar spell still echoed in his ear.

Why is this happening?

Of course, Ichiro Okano was unwilling to die in such a way. He also tried to mantra and mobilize extraordinary powers to save himself, but everything was melted in the rigid tone of Beishan Xuehui.

His extraordinary strength was not strong, and the roots of the rattan that had been penetrated into the body collected all vitality and turned into a filthy backwater.

And the source of the power to kill him ...

Okano Soichiro made a hazy sound of "Ho Ho", trying to reach out and trying to touch the beautiful face in close proximity.

However, the arm that has been penetrated by several rattans and roots has completely lost kinetic energy, and the fingertip has advanced less than one centimeter, even for a millimeter, and has been permanently frozen in the air and in the vines. The roots and roots of the tree sucked greedily and quickly shrank and withered, losing all substantial flesh and water.

The same is true of his body, turning into a shriveled body.

Such a horrible scene happened in front of me, Bei Shanxue's beautiful face is still the original appearance. She just stopped chanting, and she looked forward calmly and empty.

In mid-air, the remains of Okano Sakuichiro were pulled by the gradually receding roots of the rattan tree. Due to the rapid extraction of water and nutrients, the bones supporting his body soon lost their strength. May resist the pulling power of the Quartet.

In a blink of an eye, it turned from a dry corpse into an inadequate shape, and then cracked and disintegrated. Most of the wreckage was taken away by the roots of the rattan tree and sent into the secret garbage chute, but there were still some flesh fragments from the root of the rattan tree簌簌 fell down, sprinkled on the porch and tatami, some also stained on the edge of Beishan Xuehua's white foot bag.

At this time, the senior intelligent housekeeper finally overcome the previous virus intrusion, restarted and restored the function. At this point, the debris of human tissue is naturally brought over by a multi-functional housekeeping robot that is automatically activated to clean it.

The silent vacuum cleaner sucked away the debris of human tissues, including the spot on the foot pocket. During the period, Beishan Xuehui was motionless, and she did not get up until the cleaning work was completed.

However, the movement was halfway, and the follow-up force suddenly couldn't continue. She was soft, so she fell back on the tatami that was full of holes.

She made another attempt, but she couldn't even leave her shoulders off the floor, only her fingers and feet twitched slightly.

Even in this bad state, her beautiful and delicate face still has no change. Her eyes are connected to the ceiling, there is no focus, no fear and panic, and there is no breath that humans should have.

At this time, the intelligent housekeeper reported: "Mr. Beishan's car has arrived."

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