Chapter 092 Tears after talking too much

With the explosion of gunfire, the fire meteor hiding behind the bedside table surprisingly covered his little mouth smeared with bright red lip gloss. This scene was really strange.

She clearly saw Sun Yi and the weekend pulling the trigger at the same time, but there was only a gunshot!

Bang!

"Why?" Sun Yi, who was knocked through by peanuts on his forehead, was shocked. His hand holding the gun hung weakly, and his originally ambitious eyes suddenly became bleak.

Fake gun!

What Sun Yi used turned out to be a simulated fake gun, a toy gun?

Bang!

Another muffled sound, but not the sound of gunfire, but the dull sound of Sun Yi falling to the ground.

"You won!" Before his death, Sun Yi strangled his neck and said this deep sigh to the weekend, "I didn't lose to you, but to another pervert, a real pervert..."

Time still flows minute by minute, but on the weekend, he has been standing still in place in a daze. He holds the hand of the gun and still maintains an raised posture. The eye of the gun steadily points to the front, where there is no longer standing Sun Yi, but a white wall.

Killed! I killed someone!

The weekend's brain was exploding. He never thought that he would kill people one day and use a gun.

Usually, on bloody weekends, even killing chickens can squat on the ground for a long time, not to mention that it was a person who just killed. Sun Yi's widened eyes were very scary, as big as eggs, black pupils restrained, and white turned up hard. The blood hole on his forehead, which was originally as small as peanuts, spread out at the moment Sun Yi fell to the ground, and a faint hot red flowed all over the ground.

A living man who was alive a second ago is now lying at his feet and died. He was killed by the weekend.

"Mom..." For a long time, the pure clean pupil on the weekend was occupied by fear in an instant. His pupils suddenly shrank and the gun in his hand fell to the ground silently. At the same time, he covered his head with his hands and squatted helplessly.

He didn't want to kill and Sun Yi, but Sun Yi forced him to kneel on the ground, ask him to lose his dignity in front of people all over the street, and even drew a gun to his head to shoot.

"If Sun Yi didn't use a fake gun, the person who died was me!"

On the weekend, his heart was entangled, and pain and fear swept through his whole body, making him lean against the corner of the wall so that he could not collapse to sit on the ground. He always looked at Sun Yi's eyes, which were still wide after death, and trembled and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

A teenager who has only turned 20 years old in a few months has killed people in order to survive!

The cold sweat in his palms and the sweat on his forehead made the weekend extremely cold. His lips were dry and his whole body trembled gently.

The fire meteor appeared silently in front of him. His beautiful legs were white and delicate, as if they were exquisitely carved, and the blowing was soft and tender, which made the helpless weekend want to hold it in his arms desperately. However, he did not do so in the end, even if his throat was squirming violently.

The fire meteor squatted down gently. She tried to cover the blanket in her arms on the weekend, trying to touch the weekend's shoulders, chest, and even face with her white and slender fingers, but was pushed away by the weekend.

When the palm of the fire meteor was about to touch the face of the weekend, the weekend, which had been squatting on the ground with smoke in its hand, suddenly became violent. He opened the hand stretched out by the fire meteor and immediately picked up the pistol on the ground. The eye of the gun was aimed at the flame meteor's eyebrows in an instant.

"Damn it!" On the weekend, he suppressed the panic of killing people, stared at the fire meteor, and said word by word.

"I know, I should have died a year ago." The fire meteor was surprisingly calm, as if she had changed into a person. Her big moving eyes flashed, and her face was not full of tenderness. She did not look at the dark gun eyes in the center of her eyebrows, but put her tender eyes on the weekend's face, "Weekend, you are thin! Can I touch your face before I die?" When the fire meteor said this, the little hand that had just been slapped red by the weekend gently stretched out to the weekend's face, "I miss you... I miss you all the time..."

"Don't say these unnutritious bullshit to me!" On the weekend, he stared at the little hand stretched out by the fire meteor. It was not until the little hand stopped stiffly because of his stiff eyes that he continued to say, "Let's talk about some business. There are still many things I haven't done in my life, and there are still many blessings that I haven't enjoyed. I can't wait to make a fortune. I want to be the biggest boss of this era. The goal is too big. Can it be achieved for the time being, but at least I have to save my life first, right? I just killed Sun Yi, and you are the only witness. I don't want to go to prison. I don't want to eat peanuts. I want to live, so you have to die!"

"Don't blame me, I really don't want to kill, even if I want you to die!" The weekend's finger moved, and he was persuading himself to pull the trigger.

"I know that even if I promise you that I won't tell you this, you can't let me live." The stagnant hand of the fire meteor gently grabbed the gun in the weekend's hand. She was as delicate and gentle as touching the weekend's face. Her white and delicate hand stroked the pistol. What she said was more lingering than the rain in spring. "It's worth dying in the hand of a man who will touch me! But before I die, can you let me fulfill my last wish?

The expression on the weekend was calmer than Gujing Wubo. Huoxing knew that he was obviously not going to talk to himself, so Huoxing sighed and continued, "I put on your school uniform for you. I want to take it off before I die."

The face on the weekend was trembling slightly. He subconsciously glanced at the face with light makeup. This charming cheek that once made him make himself determined to live like a human, and this charming face that once made him want to scratch: "I said that not every word of sorry can be changed back. Department. Some things are over. If you talk too much, you will be in tears. If I don't want to mention it, it doesn't mean that I have put it down. To put it directly, that is, even if you die and turn to ashes, my hatred for you will never be weakened by half.

"I hate you, to the bone marrow, to the soul!" On the weekend, he expressed his hatred for the fire meteor without reservation, "If I die one day, I will definitely not drink Meng Po soup. I will bring my hatred for you to the next reincarnation. Even if I can only make a stone in my next life, I will be a stone that can trip your feet."

"Do you include me doing this?" The fire shooting star squatting on the ground listened to the weekend's words and silently slipped through the corners of her eyes. She stood up with a slight choking. Her white five fingers grabbed her collar and gently pulled it. Suddenly, the dress on her body was thrown to the ground by her.

Her white jade-like skin was exposed, and the fire meteor paused for a moment. Her hands covered the roundness of her chest, and her eyebrows were full of sadness and charm flashed.

The head was gently shaken, and the long hair like clouds fluttered, like an elf in the wind. The fire meteor raised his head and stretched out his hands to the vest, the sexy belt.

The green fingers were clasped, and the full clothes wrapped in the chest of the fire meteor slipped gently. The two masses covered by the long hair were about to come out, and the round ** poured into the eyes of the weekend in an instant.

The next second, the fire meteor squatted down, wrapped his arms around the back of the weekend's head, and handed the two straight in front of him to the weekend's face. The raised red cherry even directly reached the weekend's lips, rubbing the weekend's dry and peeling lips.

"WEEKEND, ask me to be your woman and finish what you didn't finish a year ago. After tonight, even if I die, I will still have a smile.

"Destroy me... force me... want me..."

At this moment, a man will be moved!

Looking at the white flowers in front of him and feeling the strange fragrance on his lips, the weekend's blood rolled over. Xiao weekend raised his head with an irrepressible momentum and raised his head high. The big hand without a gun climbed up to the proud mountain and held it hard.

"Ah!"

The next second, the fire meteor was pushed to the ground by the weekend and fell heavily. The buttocks hit the floor heavily and made a crack.

Stand up on the weekend, turned around and went out, leaving only one word: "dirty!"

Bangdang!

The door of the bedroom was hit hard.

The fire meteor sitting on the ground seems to be dull. Now her mind is full of conversations from high school and at the small hotel on weekends:

"Meteor, let me touch your milk, okay?" On the weekend, he pushed the fire meteor in the school uniform to **, and said with a bloodshot and expectant face.

"No! You are so bad." The same blushing fiery meteor pulled the zipper of his collar, "Okay, didn't you say you were going to take me here to do my homework? So you just wanted to bully others?"

"You are so beautiful that I can't control it at all." Speaking on the weekend, he has kissed the fiery little mouth.

"Don't..." The fire meteor resisted vaguely. She grabbed the hand that just wanted to reach into her clothes on the weekend and said, "We are still students. It's not good to do this. Promise me that you will ask me when we get into college, okay?"

"But I can't help it?" The face was full of grievances on the weekend, "Can I just touch it?"

The fire meteor with red ears can't be used, so she can only agree shyly. She nodded gently and took the initiative to unzip her clothes: "Just touch it, don't use kisses..."

"Hmm..." After watching the fire meteor lift his clothes on the weekend, the two groups were not grand in scale, but they were already straight and round and full, and eagerly put their faces up.

......

Is it dirty? Maybe!" The fire meteor got up from the ground and put on the underwear and coat she had just taken off again. She muttered to herself, "Weekend, you are not me, how can you know if I'm dirty?"

This night, the fire meteor did not sleep. She did something that would vomit as long as she remembered it. She mutilated Sun Yi's body with the fruit knife in the drawer. The fruit knife in her hand scratched a trace, and people would spit on the ground...

What kind of heart does a girl need to have to deal with a dead body with a fruit knife in the middle of the night? Why did she do this?

......

After leaving Sun Yi's private villa on the weekend, he ran out quietly. He did not stop for a moment and ran away desperately, as if Sun Yi's soul was chasing him.

Sweat wet his vest, and fear encroached on his reason, so that he did not recover when he ran to the place rented by Yan Qingcai, and still ran forward.

"Brother Zhou..." Wearing a nightdress, stepped on cold slippers on her feet, and after answering the weekend phone call, she had been waiting downstairs to see the oncoming figure in a trance. She was shaken by the night wind and suddenly cheered up. She rushed to the weekend and fell deeply into the arms of the weekend.