The stereo is turned on, and the roaring sound that is out of tune with the style of this villa is wild and rough, full of original bloody charm!
Besides, it is shocking that it is a woman who enjoys this music!
A woman in a brilliant red Se nightgown is lying on a leather sofa with a glass of scarlet wine in her hand. She is dyed with the same fiery color, and her fingers are spread out, beating the beat quickly with this passionate music.
Smoke, eyebrows, blood, lips, mouth slightly open, like hunger and thirst for water, eyes narrowed and looked very intoxicated.
If you listen clearly and go closer, you will find this music, which is the latest recruitment advertisement in the United States. The tone is arrogant, arrogant, barbaric and tyrannical. The desire to value life and kill at will has attracted several military fans once it entered the market.
Of course, including this woman in red on the sofa.
The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and a serious man in a suit and tie quickly came in.
Women can’t help but wrinkle their brows and then stretch them out quickly.
"He’s coming," the novel says, bowing in front of men and women.
Bang!
The woman raised her hand and slapped the past five scarlet fingerprints before opening her mouth, and the face of the man in the suit immediately emerged.
She doesn’t like being disturbed when listening to music. What are the reasons for the other person?
A man doesn’t flash or avoid his face, and his expression doesn’t change, just as a woman doesn’t hit his face.
"Let him in," said the woman lazily.
The man answered and turned to walk outside.
The woman tightened her pajamas belt and went to sit to avoid the leakage of spring-she was going to receive the distinguished guests in this way.
Soon a man in a suit led a little old man with crutches into the room.
The old man is short, but he is wearing a well-fitting dovetail with a white shirt inside and a red ribbon tied in a bow at the neckline. The black top hat looks like an English aristocratic gentleman, but he is not a gentleman at all.
Because he is shaking with the rhythm of the music in the room, and his short legs are shaking like convulsions.
Moreover, he not only moved his legs and mouth, but also murmured, "Always be loyal and never give up. At the beginning of the war, the wolf soldiers attacked me. I am a marine corps. I am a killing machine. The green light flashing makes your blood spatter. Don’t doubt that this is my territory. When you come to attack, I smile proudly. Because victory belongs to me, I am a first-class killer and bring death-bang bang bang-"
The woman stood up with a glass of wine and smiled at the old man and said, "Does the Duke like this music, too?"
"I like everything with passion," said the little old man Se, squinting at the woman in front of him. "If only life was interesting and I could kill people every day, wouldn’t you say so, madam?"
"Yes, isn’t there a business door now?" The woman reached out and made a gesture of please sit down and said, "What would you like to drink?"
The little old man glanced at the red liquid in the woman’s hand and said, "Is this gladiator blood?"
"Good" woman nodded.
"Then have a drink, drink blood and listen to military music-madam, we really have a tacit understanding."
"Who said not, your honor? But if only we had such a tacit understanding about it, "said the woman."
"Has he arrived?"
"Here we are." The woman nodded. Although he didn’t say the name of the man, she knew that he was the one he asked.
The little old man took the gladiator’s blood from Dai Pu, shook it gently for a few times, and then gulped down half a glass of wine with his neck back.
Then he closed his mouth and nose tightly.
Strong stimulus liquid entered his throat, and his pale face quickly turned red, and tears came out of his eyes.
"Good time!" The Duke laughed. "Good wine indeed."
The woman waved her hand and her face was still hung with scarlet handprints. The man immediately came over with a bottle.
"No more than one cup is enough," the little old man said with a wave of his hand. "No matter how delicious things are, if you eat too much, they will be boring and spoil the first aesthetic feeling."
"The Duke is a man who knows how to enjoy himself." The woman sipped the red wine in her glass and smiled and flattered.
"I’m not white," said the duke. "How can a small person make you value it so much?"
"insignificant little people?" The woman turned the cup and squinted and laughed. "The three Marquis and the five Earls of Sleepy Valley went, and all five of them failed to cut off his head and went back. Is this person still a nobody?"
"I admit that we didn’t know him well enough before," said the little old man with a straight face, but his eyes glanced at the woman’s half-open chest-
Although women live in pajamas belts, there are still more than half of them are white and crisp and naked. The lights outside are shining white and dazzling. It is no wonder that this little old man can’t help but want to explore more.
"Even the genetic warrior can’t resist him?" A woman eyebrows a pick asked.
"I know the situation for the time being-that’s true," said the little old man. "As my wife just said, I just received a message from Huaxia half an hour before I came. The gene warrior really couldn’t cut his head!"
"It seems that we have to estimate his strength again." The woman turned to the man in the suit behind her and said.
The man in the suit nodded without saying a word.
"Don’t be nervous, it’s not that serious," the little old man said with a wave of his hand. "You think it’s dangerous to kill him. When Huaxia was in China, he had something to run. That’s because his expert friend Duoyou was the swordsman who made the sword. Sleepy Valley is not so powerful! But if he comes to our country in America-do you think he can fly out with wings? "
"The duke’s adult had better be cautious," said the woman, as Se was saying. "To tell the truth, we didn’t make moves on him, but every time we were dodged by him. Once, twice, it was luck, three times and four times, so these two words can’t be explained-wait … Duke, you just said to let him come to America. Maybe he will come again?"
"Hum"
The little old man cold hum a face of sneer!
"I want him to come, and he will come!"
"Besides, since you say so, wouldn’t it be a pity if you don’t go to the meeting in person? I don’t believe he is as magical as you say-if he really has some strength, he can give me some fun. There are not many people who are funny in this world for so many years! "
The woman smiled and nodded, thinking that so many people have died, and they don’t know how to be cautious. Maybe sooner or later, even the duke of you will have to be planted by him.
There are few hi-tech artists in the room, but a bss-class luxury stereo in the corner is very eye-catching
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