Chapter 180 Butterfly Dance

Zhu Meng didn't eat. He was looking at Feng Guiyun and Yun Congfeng.

There are some strange feelings in his expression. They are opponents. From the time they entered Luoyang, they were endless opponents. But now they are sitting together.

Zhu Meng is the boss of his dream.

This is a very poetic name, but there is a fierce master.

Poor and undetermined riverside bone, it is still a person in the dream of spring boudoir.

Zhu Meng sat here, and his brother also sat here.

They didn't drink. The blood in their hearts is hot, and they no longer need alcohol.

"I'm coming. Where's your man?" Zhu Meng's voice was hoarse.

Feng Guiyun immediately waved his hand. Suddenly, a group of people stood on the street from several shops next to him. In the eyes of this group of people, there was also a sense of death. There was no burning death like fire under Zhu Meng, but it was a feeling of stagnant water.

"You have more people than me." Zhu Meng nodded.

"One hundred and nineteen brothers." Feng Guiyun also nodded.

"You're here, I'm here, where's the people of Shuiyuetian?" Zhu Meng looked at Feng Guiyun and asked word by word.

Feng Guiyun smiled and didn't say anything, and Zhu Meng's eyes moved to Yun Congfeng's face.

"Since you are here and we are here, then naturally they won't come." Yun Congfeng's words are very sentimental.

Yes.

is sentimental, not anger.

Zhu Meng nodded: "Since we have all come, what about their people?"

Zhu Meng doesn't have any feeling because the people of the moon and the sky don't come. If a person wants to live in death, of course, he will have different thoughts because of the sudden change of things, but if a person only wants to die. Then he will never change because of anything.

In Luoyang, there is a small courtyard that others can't find.

At this time, something related to Zhu Meng happened in the room in the small courtyard.

There is a woman living in this room.

This woman's name is called butterfly dance.

The room is already very dark, but it hasn't been lit yet. Butterfly Dance has always disliked lighting.

Is this because she is afraid that she will become like a moth?

There was a flash of fire in the stove. Butterfly dance stood by the fire and slowly took off her clothes.

Her body is crystal clear, white and flawless.

The door was pushed open. She knew that someone had come in, but she didn't look back, because no one dared to leave the room except Zhuo Donglai.

She bent down and rubbed her legs gently.

Even she herself can feel how easy the elasticity of the muscles on her legs is to provoke people's desires.

No one can resist this kind of teasing, never.

So she is strange.

Zhuo Donglai has been looking at her all the time, but there has been no action so far.

The light dance clothes are as light as cicada wings. Wearing it is like wearing a layer of moonlight. It is so beautiful that it looks more beautiful and irresistible.

Zhuo Donglai still stood behind her and did not move.

Butterfly dance finally couldn't help looking back, and a pearl flower in her hand suddenly fell to the ground.

The person who just came in was not Zhuo Donglai.

She turned around and saw a pale teenager standing in front of her and looking at her.

The butterfly dance quickly regained its composure.

She didn't expect that anyone other than Zhuo Donglai would dare to break into this room, but she was used to it.

The only thing that makes her uncomfortable is that the young man looked at her differently from anyone else.

When others see her body and her legs, there seems to be a flame burning in their eyes.

The young man's eyes are as cold as ice and snow rock blades.

Zhuo Qing looked at the butterfly dance as if he was looking at a ball of ice and snow, a rock and a blade.

Butterfly Dance was also looking at him. After watching him for a long time, he couldn't see that the young man's expression had changed a little.

"Who are you?" Diewu couldn't help asking him, "Can you tell me who you are?"

"Zhuo Qing, my name is Zhuo Qing."

"Are you human? Is he a person of flesh and blood?

"I am."

"Are you blind?"

"No."

"Did you see me?"

"I saw it." Zhuo Qing said, "I can see clearly everywhere in your body."

His voice is cold and polite, completely emotionless, and there is no sense of blasphemy at all.

Because he is just telling the truth.

Butterfly dance smiled, sighed with a smile, and asked Zhuo Qing with a sigh.

"Do you never lie?"

"Sometimes, sometimes not." Zhuo Qing said, "I always tell the truth when there is no need to lie."

"You don't have to lie now?"

"Not at all."

Butterfly dance sighed again, "You said you could see every part of my body clearly. Aren't you afraid that Lao Zhuo would dig out your eyes?"

Zhuo Qing looked at her quietly. After a long time, she said word by word, "Now he won't do it like this."

Butterfly dance seems to be completely unresponsive, but in fact, he has fully understood what he means.

"Now he won't do it like this." She asked Zhuo Qing, "Is it because he has given me to you?"

Butterfly dance asked again, "Isn't it you? Is it someone else?"

Zhuo Qing was silent.

"He is really generous." The sound of the butterfly dance is full of ridiculing. A man who has touched me has never been willing to let me out.

She sighed gently: "It's really a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that I'm doing it for you. He really should give me to you." Diewu said, "You will never meet a second woman like me in your life."

"Oh?"

"I'm also sorry for myself," Butterfly Dance looked at Zhuo Qing. "You are young. You are a beautiful boy. I have always liked a boy as big as you the most. It seems that you will never be tired."

Her eyes gradually became hazy, and her lips gradually became wet. Suddenly, she slowly came over, untied her dance clothes, and clung her soft, smooth and warm body ** naked to Zhuo Qing.

Her waist was twisting, and her throat was gasping and moaning.

Zhuo Qing didn't respond.

Bie dance gasped and reached out to find him, but her hand was immediately held and her people were thrown up.

Zhuo Qing threw her in ** like a ball and looked at her coldly: "You can torture yourself and insult yourself in all kinds of ways, whatever you can do." Zhuo Qing said coldly, "But I can't."

"You can't?" Butterfly dance smiled again and laughed crazily: "Aren't you a man?"

"It's useless for you to provoke me." Zhuo Qing said, "I will never touch you."

"Why?"

"Because I'm also a man, I don't want to torture myself every night thinking about what you look like below."

"As long as you want, you can sleep with me every night in the future."

Zhuo Qing smiled, but his smile seemed to be carved out of granite: "I've thought so too." He said with a smile, "It's a pity that I also know what will happen to the men who want to hold you every day."

The butterfly dance did not smile, and an indescribable sadness suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"You're right." She said quietly, "Those men who want to hold me every day are still suffering even if they are not dead."

Her voice was hoarse because of pain: "Fortunately, those people are either bastards or idiots. No matter what kind of suffering they suffer, they deserve it."

"Where's Zhu Meng?" Zhuo Qing suddenly asked her, "Is Zhu Meng an asshole or an idiot?"

Butterfly dance stood up and stared at the flashing flames in the furnace. After a long time, he suddenly sneered.

"Do you think Zhu Meng will miss me? Do you think Zhu Meng will hurt his heart for me?

"He won't?"

"He is not a human at all." The voice of the butterfly dance is full of hatred: "Just like Zhuo Donglai, he is not a human."

"Does he care about you at all?"

"What does he care about?" Diewu said, "He only cares about his reputation, his status and his power. Even if I die in front of him, he won't shed a tear."

"Really?"

"In his eyes, I'm not a human, I'm just a plaything. It's like a child's clay doll. When he is happy, he picks it up and plays. When he is tired of it, he throws it aside. Sometimes he doesn't even say a word to me for several days.

"Because he treats you like this, that's why you came to slip away from him?"

"I'm also a human." Butterfly dance asked Zhuo Qing, "Is there anyone who wants to be treated as a plaything by others?"

"No."

Zhuo Qing said lightly, "But have you ever thought that you may have misread him?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"A man like him, even if he is kind to people in his heart, may not be exposed."

Zhuo Qing said, "I know that there are many people who don't know how to show their emotions, especially to the women they like."

"Why?"

"Maybe it's because they feel that they don't have the courage to make affectionate money in front of women." Zhuo Qing said, "Maybe it's because they don't know how to do it at all."

"Zhu Meng is not such a person." Diewu said: "He knows this kind of thing better than anyone else and can do it better than anyone else."

"Oh?"

"When he is kind to others, what he does is more beautiful than anyone else." Butterfly dance said, "Sometimes even I feel numb when he does things for others."

"But you are not someone else." Zhuo Qing said, "You are different from others."

"Why is it different?"

"Because you are his woman, maybe he thinks you should know that he is different from others."

"I don't know." Butterfly dance said, "If a man really likes a woman, he should let her know."

"Maybe you don't know him yet."

"I don't know him!" Butterfly dance sneered again: "I slept with him for three or four years. I still don't know him?"

Zhuo Qing's face showed another rock-like stiff smile.

"Of course you know him very well, and you must know him much better than all of us."

The night had come, and the room had been silent for a long time, and the butterfly dance sighed gently.

"Is there too much I said today?"

"Yes." Zhuo Qing said, "So now we should have left. I was going to take you away."

"Where are you taking me?"

Zhuo Qing said word by word, "Have you forgotten? You have promised Mr. Zhuo to dance for him tonight.