Reincarnation – Lord is Extremely Hardcore

The nail was covered with anesthesia. In addition to the pain when Jack was shot at the beginning, it did not hurt much, but it also meant that his feet were unconscious and unconscious, even if he pulled the nail When he came out, he couldn't move easily.

In the quiet room, the curtains were blowing and the wind was blowing, and the cold wind whistled through the open window.

Jack finally had to squat down on the ground because his feet were completely unconscious.

"Huh?" Mu Rulan looked at his **** human skin mask. She wanted to take it down, so the nail shooter on her hand was opened again and aimed at his arm. Jack realized Mu As Lan intended, he immediately raised his hand to surrender.

"There is something to say, it's not a lady to do it manually," said a hoarse voice.

Mu Rulan's action paused, and he looked at the person with a smile, "then, tear off the mask on your face and throw it to me."

"Are you really not afraid of me at all?" He asked without asking immediately.

"Why be afraid?" Mu Rulan smiled deeper, "Don't you feel it?"

Didn't you feel it? How is it possible to read the full text of Dragon Blood War God! He feels the feeling produced by the connection between metamorphosis and metamorphosis, either eager to find someone who understands himself, eager to find similar people as friends, or to treat similar people as powerful prey, seeking excitement, wanting to kill each other, cherishing love or desperation Killing, obviously, Jack made Mu Rulan excited. She didn't intend to be friends with each other. In other words, in her eyes, Jack was a prey.

It's just like the law of behavior in the perverted world, she won't kill him immediately, just like Jack won't kill Mu Rulan immediately, they always have a dialogue before the kill, then victory declaration, and finally kill And enjoy the fruits of victory.

For them, this is simply a medal.

"Jack." Mu Rulan smiled and reached out to him. "Is it fun to peel off the skin and put it on your face?"

"Hum hum hum ... of course interesting, excellent people, successful people, failed people ... what they look like is destined to be like, peel them off and bring them to their own faces, I can perfectly understand his (her) mood, this feeling is so wonderful hahaha ... "Jack said more and more excited, his body trembled with a smile, he looked at Mu Rulan, eyes It was full of obsession and madness, "I didn't want to kill you, you are so wonderful, just like an angel, no one will not love you, you are so wonderful!"

Mu Rulan smiled, "Really? Then why want to kill me now?"

"Oh, because I can't control my eyes, I will look at you, and then I ca n’t help but want to think from your perspective and even stand on your status, and accept the love of people for you, I originally wanted I want to kill you and take your face, but I have found something more fun now. "

"More fun." Mu Rulan looked at him with a smile. What was more fun?

"I want to peel off your face and experience your life and feelings, this is to understand you! I won't let you die, I will replant a face for you, I have many faces here, the artist ’s , Lawyer, scientist, tramp, prostitute, beautiful, ugly ... You can choose as you like! "The more he said, the more excited he became, his breath became thicker, and his body moved towards Mu Rulan. Leaning, just like you want to pounce over, and your hands continue to stretch out in the direction of Mu Rulan.

It seems that, rather than Mu Rulan's desire to get rid of the other party, the other party wants to become Mu Rulan's friend more-according to his abnormal world view.

Mu Rulan's smile deepened a bit. Is this the same kind of thought? It's really novel, and novelty feels familiar. Is it true that you can understand metamorphosis? It's so interesting.

"So it is." Mu Rulan whispered softly, "But I'm sorry, I don't want to be your friend and don't want to give my face to you. Now." She approached him slightly, her beautiful eyes. His eyes widened slightly, as if he was telling him a secret, and his voice was lowered. "Let me make you a work of art."

Sure enough, she really wanted to kill him more than what was discussed. Her palms were too itchy. Peeling or something was really inelegant, or was her doll more beautiful? Perverts or something not in the same grade with her is really annoying.

Mu Rulan stood up, looked around, and finally fell on the shelf where the paper was originally placed. With a deep smile on her mouth, she walked over and picked it up. The shelf was like a chair with a round head, but The brackets are all thin iron. Mu Rulan got up and looked at them, reached out and touched the brackets, and smiled deeper. "I have inspiration. I want to make you into a special doll art."

Jack's eyes widened, and he reached out and pulled out the nails that penetrated his feet, but could only stay where he was because he was unconscious. He watched vigilantly at a girl who was walking towards him with a hand on the shelf, an unprecedented A sense of danger came to mind, "What do you want to do?"

Mu Rulan approached him with a smile, then raised the shelf in his hand and smashed at Jack fiercely.

"Bang!" Jack was severely beaten off a few centimeters, and the human skin mask fell from the ground. At this time, his head was already blurred with flesh, and his eyes were dimly twisted, almost fainted.

Mu Rulan really wanted to kill him.

"Anyway, it's a serial killer who doesn't do anything evil. Killing you will not affect my sleep. The latest chapter of the road alone." Mu Rulan's smile was still so gentle and warm, holding the **** shelf, and continued to fall on The man who couldn't get up on the ground walked.

"Wait, wait a minute ..." The man saw Mu Rulan's movements clearly, and returned to God to speak out quickly, but Mu Rulan had mercilessly waved the shelf over again.

He reached out to protect his head, feeling that his arm was almost interrupted for a moment.

by! This woman is so ruthless! No, metamorphosis is so cold-blooded!

A few drops of blood splashed on Mu Rulan's cheek, and the **** taste glided across the nasal cavity, making Mu Rulan excitedly and enjoyably squinting his eyes, ah, wonderful taste, hot and sticky It's so fascinating to feel tired ...

"Wait ..." Seeing Mu Rulan waving his hand again, the man was anxious, this is the rhythm that he would really be killed!

The closed door was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and Mo Qianren's hair was a little messy. He appeared anxiously at the door, and just happened to see the scene where Mu Rulan raised his shelf to kill someone, "Lan Lan stop! "

Upon hearing Mo Qianren's voice, Mu Rulan's movement suddenly stopped, and the shelf stopped on the head held by the other side. She looked sideways to the door, and slightly tilted her head, looking pure and harmless. "Qian people?"

"Um." Mo Qianren exhaled, and walked forward, his black pupils reflected Mu Rulan's figure, clear like a mirror, "Come here."

Mu Rulan stood still, holding the frame tightly. She smiled and looked at Mo Qianren, saying, "But I want to kill him."

The man who was almost killed looked up slightly, and just happened to collide with Mo Qianren's eyes. Mo Qianren's eyes suddenly froze, looking very dangerous, but he dodged, then looked back provocatively.

Mo Qian came to Mu Rulan, reached out and held her wrist holding the shelf, looked at the man, and said indifferently, "He is not Jack."

Mu Rulan snorted and looked at the man who was almost killed by her in surprise, wasn't he Jack? But she clearly smelled the same kind of smell from him.

The man had been torn apart, and the man who had escaped from the calamity no longer hid. He raised his head to look at Mo Qianren. His voice was mature and low, and it was magnetic. "It's been a long time, amon."

"It really is you." Mo Qianren took the shelf in Mu Rulan's hands, looked blankly, looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a dead man, "Maybe I should kill someone and kill my mouth." Mu Rulan's nature was It was discovered that this was very dangerous. The Mo Qian people would never allow Mu Rulan to be sent to the mentally ill prison.

"It seems that your rumors in China are really true. Amon is really in love. Let me think about it. This is really ironic. As a top international criminal psychologist, I fell in love with it. A pervert, the hunter falls in love with the prey, and can be compiled into a romantic novel to deceive the little girl. "Eber's deep eyes glanced at Mu Rulan, and finally fell on the Mo Qianren with a mockery.

Mo Qian's look remained unchanged. He looked at Mu Rulan, "You go back to the hotel first."

"But I want to kill him." Mu Rulan said innocently, looking at Eber's eyes, he suddenly changed his face slightly.

"No." Mo Qianren knew that Mu Rulan had killed someone, and there was more than one, but she killed all should have died without leaving any evidence and doubts, and it would be difficult to deal with killing here. Moreover, Eber's identity is not ordinary. Killing it will cause a chain reaction. He can allow Mu Rulan to be a pervert, but she is absolutely not allowed to become a wanted criminal, a fugitive, and hide and live.

"why?"

"It will be troublesome. Someone is looking for you in the hotel, and you should go now." Mu Rulan was obviously not suitable for listening to the next words with Eber.

Mu Rulan looked at Mo Qianren for a while, then gave him the nail gun on his hand. "If he is not obedient, reward him with a nail and shoot at his little brother." Mu Rulan said, Subconsciously swept to the crotch of Mo Qianren, and immediately called Mo Qianren to stiffen, urging Mu Rulan to quickly leave the mountain of the invincible body of the hero.

Mo Qianren originally came here so hurriedly because Mu Rulan suddenly disappeared and worried that she met Jack. But he did not expect that Jack did not see him. Instead, he saw Eber and completely messed up his beginning. s plan.

"You're extremely embarrassed." Mo Qianren tossed the shelf on his side, watching his nail-shooting machine frown. How could Mu Rulan's body be full of these strange things, but see Eber It is a good way to protect yourself against the enemy unexpectedly.

"Is n’t it thanks to your woman?" Eber sat on the ground, wiped his hands with blood on his face, had a terrible headache, and a terrible arm. He had no doubt that if Mu Rulan would wave down that shelf again He will go to see God.

"Deserve it," Mo Qianren said coldly.

"It's ruthless. I have to wonder if amon is assimilated like the former dean of Cohen Psychiatric Hospital." Eber said ironically as he took off his coat to stop the bleeding on his head.

Mo Qianren glanced at him lightly, "What are you doing here?"

"Tourist arrested criminals by the way. I didn't expect to encounter such a big surprise. Shouldn't the enemy have a narrow road?"

Eber is indeed a university professor, but like Mo Qianren, he also graduated from the Harvard Department of Psychology. The difference from Mo Qianren is that his curiosity and obsession with metamorphosis are more manifested in behavior, he will imitate the behavior of criminals He behaves as if turning himself into a criminal, so as to achieve a unified thinking with that criminal, just like establishing a thinking connection with him, thereby anatomically analysing his purpose, motivation and psychology for doing so, so he wears a fake The human skin mask imagined himself as Jack, and what he said to Mu Rulan was what Jack wanted to say to her.

Eber is very enthusiastic about this kind of thing. He has an extraordinary curiosity and curiosity about the perverted heart. His talent is inherently unique and seems to be able to compete with Mo Qian people. Unfortunately, Mo Qian People are always far ahead of him, which makes him quite angry. Of course, one thing that makes him hate Mo Qian people is that after Mo Qian became the director of the Cohen Psychiatric Hospital, he did not agree with his high IQ. Perverts visit.

Mo Qianren fell in love with a pervert killer, and clearly maintained that as long as this information spread, the bright future of Mo Qianren would be over, right? FB will no longer trust him, Cohen Psychiatric Hospital will no longer be the territory of the Mo Qian people, and he may even be interrogated, detained and detained.

The higher you stand, the less you will be allowed to make mistakes, otherwise the house, like a deck of cards, may collapse at any time.

Eber was also looking forward to the day when the Mo Qian people fell from the well-known criminal psychology experts to knowing the law, protecting criminals, and possessing nothing and being cast aside by rats.

The Mo Qian people looked at Eber with no expression, as if they could see through all the disguised sharp eyes, Eber's spine tensed quietly, but still stared at him without moving. What to see, what to see? As far as his urine is concerned, he saw it clearly four years ago in college, and he looked cold and noble. In fact, as long as he looks at his eyes, he knows that it is a total willful act and does not frame the rules Asshole in your eyes. For him, falling in love with a pervert seemed nothing unacceptable. He loved her and loved her all. The guy with a little romantic cell seemed to have said something similar. All in all, he didn't know what he wanted to do.

You kid, finally planted in his hand, right? Just by looking at this point, he was beaten like this!

"It's as if this hasn't happened, and you are not allowed to go to her again." Mo Qianren said for a moment, indifferently.

"I can think of this as never happening." After all, he was looking for abuse by himself and underestimated the danger of Mu Rulan. Eber had a mocking smile on his lips. "But do you think it's safe? Don't tell me you've been fainted by love and forget what you've learned."

The Mo Qian people were silent for a while, looking at the sky outside the floating curtains, "I will protect her."

"She doesn't need your protection." Eber felt that the effect of the anesthesia was about to pass, while looking at his pierced feet with a bit of pain, while still ridiculing Mo Qianren at all times, "Don't forget, special The race will attract a special group of demons, the chief of the persecuted wives, to read the full text. You should know the particularity of your person, even if she does not go to trouble, trouble will find her. Warm and pure light field like an angel , Will attract countless creatures living in the dark world, or want to possess, or want to destroy and devour; and the pure darkness hidden under that aura will attract countless creatures also in that world to move closer to her, that is, A mentally ill person. Can you imagine the days when a pervert appears next to her and wants to eat her or want to make friends with her and other weird and terrifying things? You can't protect her. It doesn't matter to you The problem lies in her ability. "

To put it bluntly, Mu Rulan is a troublesome body. If she doesn't go to trouble, trouble will find her, and some of those troubles are quite special and frightening.

The Mo Qian people must guard against men and women and from metamorphosis hiding in every corner!

Mu Rulan is simply a fragrant salamander that looks drooling when you look at it from afar!

"Finding such a lover is simply looking for abuse. I suggest you still be like 'put down the butcher knife and turn back to the shore'." Eber himself thinks of the kind of days when he is always on guard and feels awful and painful. Where can I find it? Living together is clearly an ancestor, and the other party is a mentally ill person. God knows if he will fall asleep one day and is killed by the other party. Think about Fang Mu Rulan's fierce, damn, good head pain! My hands hurt! My feet hurt! The egg hurts! It hurts all over!

Mo Qiang looked at Eber silently and took a step forward. Since Eber would not tell Mu Rulan's affairs, there is no need to continue communicating. For this surface, a gentleman looks serious, In fact, he didn't want to say more to him about the crazy and noisy man in the back.

"... Call me an ambulance!" Eber stared at Mo Qianren's back, gritted his teeth, and he looked so high! Specially, although he graduated in the same school year, anyway, how old is he? It's rude!

"Dare you go to the hospital to try."

"It's your woman who hit me!" And almost killed me!

"you deserve it."

...

When Mu Rulan took the elevator to the first-floor lobby, she happened to bump into the hotel to find her an empty Eurasia. Eurasia thought that Mu Rulan was looking for her, so she didn't ask much, just pulled her happily To the painter.

"I tell you, the painter is a famous figure!" Eurasian said with an excited Mu Rulan, "Do you remember Lawrence & 8226; Monde?"

Mu Rulan thought about it and shook her head. The foreigner's name is too long. If she is unfamiliar, she is mostly anonymous, and she herself has not known a few foreign brands except the principals of famous foreign universities. people.

"Well ... how do you say ... the photographer who came to your school during the last semester, I remember I was sitting next to the seating area and saw him take your picture. Famous French photography Master, the exclusive photographer of the royal family of all countries, Lawrence & 8226; Monde's younger brother, Gamilla & 8226; Monde, is only 20 years old this year, and recently opened an exhibition in the United States. He is a promising artist. I was surprised when I found the magazine here. I originally thought it was a beautiful street artist. I didn't expect to be a rich and powerful young master.

Mu Rulan nodded, and it looked like a clear contrast to Eurasia's interest. "What then?"

"Then ..." Eurasian paused for a moment, looking at Mu Rulan's calm smile, feeling a little frustrated, a little depressed: "Don't you feel flattered? A new-generation artist helped us draw two pictures Draw a picture. "That is how many people ca n’t ask for it, and after further processing, it must be extremely beautiful. If you put it on the auction, you do n’t know how high it can be.

Mu Rulan smiled lightly and looked at the blue sky. Today is really good weather. There are no dark clouds or thick clouds, although there is still no sunshine.

Gamilla lives in a two-storey cottage behind the bakery. It is also a very rustic cottage that fits his identity and temperament.

Walking across the alley near the bakery, I saw the house within a few meters, and there were beautiful men like white peacock waving at them on the balcony on the second floor.

He greeted them quickly from the second floor, a golden soft half-length hair, obediently lying on his neck, a white trench coat clean and tidy, and the sea-blue eyes gems are generally beautiful.

"After learning his identity, the more I look at him, the more I feel better." Eurasia said quietly as she leaned towards Mu Rulan as she walked.

"Where's your professor?" Mu Rulan teased her.

"He doesn't know where he went today, he can't find anyone."

Mu Rulan looked at Eurasian's expression that was a bit lost, and thought of the man who had just been killed by her, thinking that it should not be so coincidental that she was the professor she liked. If it was, then it was ... a little too It's fun.

They walked to the door, and Gamilla looked very happy. They invited them in. "Thank you for taking the time to come and see my work."

Eurasian waved his hand. "Where, the protagonist of your work is Lanlan and me, and where is it?" Eurasian glanced around.

Gamilla's gaze fell on Mu Rulan's body, and the blue eyes of the sea seemed to reflect the sparkling waves of the sea. "In the basement, but since it's here, don't mind, let's have a cup of tea, please? Warm it. "He pointed to the tatami and the Japanese-style low table in the middle of the living room. The hot water had boiled, and it was blowing white mist.

Eurasian glanced at her, only to feel that she was indeed an artist. She looked good, looked good, and even lived a life full of art.

"of course."

Mu Rulan and Ou Yachen were kneeling on a tatami, and Camilla went to the kitchen to take out two small dishes of fragrant snacks. Ou Yachen was attracted by the aroma and was trying to reach for her. As a result, she was fancy by Kamila. That dish was put in front of Mu Rulan. It was obvious that the diligence and dedication was so obvious. Is it so fruitless for foreigners to court? Well, maybe she was wrong. Foreigners have been very restrained, especially the enthusiastic French.

Mu Rulan returned with a warm smile and looked at the man who was sitting opposite to make tea. His white and slender hands looked very beautiful. The hands of natural artists were just a bit jerky, as if only recently I am learning to make tea. Of course, if you have not seen the real tea art, you will not feel that his movements are not graceful. In Mu Rulan's memory, there is just such a tea making person that is pleasing to the eye. A man who is so elegant.

"Here you are." Gamilla handed a cup of tea to Mu Rulan. Mu Rulan took it and looked at the light green liquid in the white porcelain cup. Miao Miao's fragrance drifted under the nose with the white mist.

"Well ... good tea!" Mu Rulan hadn't drank yet, and Eurasia had already had a drink there, as if it had warmed her head to her feet all at once, causing her eyes to bend slightly.

Gamilla glanced at Eurasia, and looked back at Mu Rulan, eagerly looking forward, her eyes flashed, "You try it."

Mu Rulan gently touched the lips with the tea, so that the opposite man was satisfied.

Eurasian was watching Mu Rulan and Gamilla while eating pastry. It felt that Camilla was serious. It was the kind that Mu Rulan would go to China when he went back. When he thought of this, Eurasian felt a little worried. Now, she likes Mu Rulan very much, and she also knows that her cousin Ou Kaichen likes Mu Rulan, so the fat water does not flow to outsiders!

She turned her eyes and thought of something. She ate the few snacks in the plate three or two times, and pointed at the empty plate and asked Gamila, "Are there any more?"

Gamilla nodded, got up into the kitchen, and Eurasia found a reason to follow in.

When Ou Yachen saw what Camilla bent over and took in the refrigerator, her white neck was exposed, and Ou Yachen approached and wanted to pat his shoulder to tell him that Mu Rulan is already famous, but swept away. When he came to his neck, he stopped in vain. She saw that there was a scar on the fair neck, which looked like a scar, but strangely, the scar seemed to be around his neck and around his neck. It looks like a circle, a little strange. Under what circumstances can such a scar be made?

Gamilla realized that there was someone behind him, and turned around to see Eurasia staring at his neck. There was a scarlet scarlet light in the sea-blue eyes. He straightened up and turned to look at Eurasia. "Is there anything wrong? ? "

Ou Yachen just came back to this, and waved his hand a little awkwardly, "Nothing, I'll take a look at that pastry. There are many magic worlds in the magic world." I felt that the scar was a bit weird, but I felt that if I asked it, it would evoke him Bad memories are bad.

Gamira smirked, "This is not what I made. I bought it in the bakery in front, and you can eat it by heating it directly."

"That's it." Eurasia watched Gamilla put the pastry in the microwave, and couldn't help but look at Gamira's face again. "You and your brother don't look very much." Lawrence & 8226; Mond in memory Looking more masculine, Gamilla is a more feminine beautiful man.

Gamilla suddenly looked at Eurasia, and the blue eyes seemed black for a moment. The inexplicable name Eurasia stunned, "Why ..."

"Do you know my brother?"

Eurasian nodded hesitantly, it should be recognized, although he did not have contact information and did not speak.

Gamilla suddenly reached out and turned off the microwave, staring slowly at the microwave, "I suddenly remembered that I had something else to do. Let's go and see my artwork now."

Eurasian nodded, nodded, "Okay." She turned around and frowned, wondering why she thought there was something wrong?

"Lan Lan, went down with Mr. Monde to see the painting." Although Ou Yachen felt that something was wrong, but didn't know what was wrong, she simply didn't want to.

"Okay." Mu Rulan stood up, Gamilla glanced at the empty tea cup in front of Mu Rulan, and stroked a strange color under his eyes.

Gamilla took Mu Rulan and Eurasia to the bottom of the stairs. He bent over and pulled the door of the basement open to reveal the stairs leading to the bottom. He led the way in front and turned on a small light. Eurasia could not help but follow Zhu asked: "Why put the painting in the basement, there is no sunlight and humidity, so dark."

Gamilla didn't look back in front, her voice seemed a little deep in the silence, "because my artworks are more suitable for dark places."

Eurasian felt strange, frowning, and wanted to ask what she saw, and Gamilla had turned into a room, and the bright light spread out from inside, so she felt relieved.

"Lan Lan." Eurasia yelled back.

"Um." Mu Rulan replied lightly, glanced across the mottled wall, potty, and some accidentally smeared red, like blood. She lowered her eyelids slightly and followed into the room.

The bright and spacious room was empty. It was strange that there was a stone table like an operating table in the middle, and then a monotonous shop window leaned against the wall. It seemed that some precious art was in it, blocked by white curtains.

With a loud bang, Mu Rulan and Eurasia turned their heads and saw Gamilla shut the door. White fingers held the key to turn the lock core. After it was locked, they turned and looked at the two young girls with a smile.

Eurasian looked at Gamilla's movements and didn't understand why he locked the door, but her sight was attracted by other things. She frowned, looking at Gamira in an incredible or unbelievable way, "You Nose ... Why does it seem a little crooked? "

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