puppeteer

【Eight】

The night in early autumn is as cold as water, and the cold wind blows the cold and humid air. The deep night is as silent as an ancient tomb.

Li Mu was lying on the bed, his eyes were fixed on the slightly swaying bed curtain, the expression in his dark eyes was dim and difficult to distinguish.

After he was raped that day, an unspeakable part behind him was always painful and swollen, and there were traces of blood when he stretched out his hand, but he didn't want others to know this embarrassing thing, so he refused to look at it The imperial doctor only dared to secretly send someone to seek medicine from the imperial doctor secretly, which made the imperial doctor look at him very strangely.

But after the embarrassing rage, another emotion slowly began to gain the upper hand.

The face of the man whose name he didn't even know almost occupied his entire mind, leaving him nowhere to escape.

I don't know how many times, after he looked back suddenly, he could always catch a glimpse of a corner of red clothes and a strand of black hair in a trance, but when his heart was beating wildly and couldn't help it, when he looked closely, he always found that it was just an illusion.

Li Mu closed his eyes fiercely, and ground his teeth resentfully, imprinting a shallow tooth mark on his thin lips.

As a normal man, he was in his prime, so when his concubine seduced him, his body responded honestly, but...his mind was full of indifference Seeing the extremely gorgeous eyebrows and eyes, the cold but cruel eyes.

However, looking at the concubine's enchanting figure, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and fair and soft skin, he couldn't help but turn cold, and then angrily asked her to back down.

Li Mu stared at the swaying curtain, and couldn't help but see the man's fingers.

Icy, slender and white, with soft and delicate finger pads, but a thin layer of calluses on the palm, and now he seems to be able to feel the touch of these hands pressing his waist.

It was as cold as jade, but his skin was dyed with a touch of heat.

A hot current surged from his lower abdomen, and a red cloud formed on his face. He couldn't help but move his Adam's Apple, feeling his heart beating like a drum.

The palm slid down, grasped his vitals, and then moved flexibly.

He imagined that those cold hands caressed his lower abdomen, the delicate fingertips gently scratched his sensitive top, and the slender knuckles touched his lower abdomen as if they were away.

Just imagining it made him unable to hold back, and shot out with a low moan.

After a few seconds of blankness, Li Mu looked at the cloudy white sticky liquid on his fingers, and couldn't help but bury his face in the quilt.

This time I really fell.

【nine】

Behind the puppet master are two "creaking" puppets, the blood-colored robe corners seem to bring a faint blood everywhere, between the long sleeves, cold and white fingertips are gently twirling a strand of silk thread .

He is waiting.

Waiting for the arrival of Li Mu, the third son of the Holy One.

The icy wind carried strands of dangerous breath, blowing a strand of black hair, and a few dead leaves fell gently on his shoulders.

The black and white eyeballs of the puppet moved flexibly, and there was a sense of coldness between the waves.

The identity of the person that the client asked him to kill was very unusual. Not only was the other party high and powerful, but his trace was also extremely difficult to find, until he suddenly appeared half a month ago, and then traveled around with great fanfare, disturbing the entire Jianghu.

The puppeteer curled up her dark red thin lips, and there was a chill in her deep black eyes.

High position and weight is nothing more than a human life.

On a secluded path, a luxuriously decorated soft sedan is walking forward unsteadily.

Li Mu was sitting in the soft sedan chair, taking a nap with his eyes closed, his sharp eyebrows were tightly frowned, and there was a hint of worry on his face.

Using his intelligence network, he quickly found out the identity of the man in red.

puppeteer.

"Seeing the two boys who are happy and resentful is like seeing the king of Hades come out".

After all, his image is too distinct, and his reputation in the world is too great.

——Red clothes and black hair, puppet thread on the wrist, pale skin, superb martial arts, and a peerless appearance.

Li Mu lightly pressed his left chest and felt his heart beating excitedly in his chest. Just imagining it, he was almost suffocated by the suffocation in his chest.

After knowing his identity, he almost crazily collected all the information about that person, the fragments of rumors spread among the people and the world, rumors mixed with truth and falsehood, and the theory of ghosts and gods that demonized him.

Puppet master, can take away souls.

He smiled softly, an inexplicable light flashed in his black eyes.

In fact, this is not wrong, he did take away his three souls and seven souls.

He also remembered his "entrustment", but compared to those who were targeted by the puppeteer, he was not afraid at all, but very excited.

He came to him.

So, he made a crazy move, publicly disclosed his whereabouts, and started a "travel" that shocked the entire world.

However, it has been half a month, why hasn't the puppet master appeared yet?The worried look on Li Mu's face deepened. Could it be that he didn't take that "entrustment" seriously?

【ten】

The soft sedan is moving forward slowly, the rustling autumn wind blows the curtains, and the autumn colors as cold as water are sent into the sedan.

The setting sun slowly sinks to the west, and the blood-colored setting sun spreads out in large swaths. The low and bleak dead wood is stretched, and deep black marks are carved on the ground.

On the empty road, a man in red was standing in the middle of the road with his back against the setting sun, followed by two children. Due to the backlight, their faces could not be seen clearly.

The blood-colored sunset streamed down on his long black hair like horseshoes, and his red clothes seemed to be soaked in rich fresh blood.

Under the sleeves of the red robe, the outline of the pale wrist was slender and graceful. With an imperceptible movement of the fingertips, before the bearer had time to react, his head rolled down with a "grumble".

Blood spurts against the cold setting sun in the distance.

The two boys walked "creakingly", their slender legs stretched out to a great extent, and the speed was unimaginable. The stiff crying and smiling faces on their faces, as well as the flexible eyes, looked like Very weird and infiltrating.

A few black shadows sprang out from the surroundings, obviously all of them were martial arts masters, rare masters in the Jianghu. They surrounded the soft sedan chair and protected it tightly.

The puppeteer evoked a cold smile, Yeyan's brows and eyes were stained with blood, making her look even more evil and coquettish.

The reason why he calls himself a puppet master is because he is good at manipulating puppets, but there is no puppet master with only two puppets.

He moved his fingertips slightly, and saw dozens of the same puppets jumping out of the surrounding grass. Unlike the two boys, they had no facial features at all, only two holes in their faces, and their dark eyes were spinning around in the holes.

Each doll is ready to go, and the extremely small and exquisite body contains great power, and each one is like a sophisticated killing machine.

Suddenly, a deep male voice broke the deadlocked atmosphere on the field.

A man in a brocade robe opened the curtain of the sedan chair and walked down a few steps. It was Li Mu, and he raised his voice, "Wait!"

The puppet master recognized his face, couldn't help but paused with his fingertips, and frowned suspiciously.

Why is his client here?

Li Mu stared at the puppet master with scorching eyes, and raised his lips with a smile: "I'm Li Mu, I promise you."

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