Pierre was able to listen to her repeat the murderous steps without changing his face, and calmly invite her to the room where the incident took place, which proved that this man had the idea of repairing his original failures.
"That's not going to work."
Pierre elegantly poured a glass of wine and looked at her with a provocative eye, "Have you forgotten that when I am happy, I like to drink a glass of wine, and I still want wine from my own hometown, made by old Mir himself." ” Pierre placed a glass of wine in front of Zixi.
Zi Xi twisted his head and didn't drink.
Pierre didn't care either, Gu Zi held another transparent wine glass, shook the burgundy liquid in the glass, took it under his nose and took a deep breath: "It's still so mellow" Zixi looked at him with wary eyes, always feeling that the liquid in his cup seemed to be his own blood.
There are also vampires in France, but the more she looks at Pierre, the more she looks like a vampire in a movie.
The face is so white, the movements are so elegant, and the eyes are so evil "Snort" Pierre glanced at Zixi, and suddenly sneered, "Dai Ying, Dai Ying, I never thought that you would have such a side, which is really a clear contrast with your personality." ” As he spoke, he lifted a strand of messy hair from her cheek, gently pinched it behind her ear, took a few steps back, took a sip of wine, and tilted his head to look at her: "Shouldn't you be coldly mocking me now, saying that I'm not promising, that kind of behavior is in line with your image, what, today I am transsexual" He looked at it suspiciously, and suddenly realized: "Oh, by the way, I died once, so I changed my personality."
This murderer is really arrogant, Zixi hates it so much.
Her eyes searched the room for any murder weapon that could be used, wondering how she would sneak up behind him and give him a heavy blow.
She also wanted to say a few words back, but she was suppressed by his evil momentum, making her speechless.
"What are you looking at" Pierre followed her gaze and looked around, "are you looking for something?"
Dai Ying, is Pierre usually in good health Zixi asked, is there a good chance of solving it by force Dai Ying was silent for a while: he went to the gym every day.
It's because he spends his time elsewhere and doesn't concentrate on research, so she can't get used to it and always mocks him.
Zixi was also silent, and asked for a long time: What about the seduction Dai Ying said abruptly: I haven't lived with him for a year.
She is also a woman.
No matter what, I will not abandon my family husband.
If it weren't for his constant romances, where would she be dying, and she put all her energy into research.
Although she said it very desperately and flattened him worthless, if she didn't really love him at the beginning, she would chase him and marry him Then Zixi said sullenly, only one last trick left, pretending to be dead Then she had to let him kill him again, and then get up and kill him by surprise while he went to clean the murder weapon.
It was very painful to be cut in half, and she had to leave this body before the effects of the medicine in the wine took effect, and then after he was done, she would use her soul power to repair her body after he had finished killing.
Thinking about spending a lot of soul power again, Zixi was so distressed that this mission would have to be upside down.
In Pierre's surprised gaze, Zixi picked up the wine glass in front of him and sipped it down one by one.
As soon as I got down, I felt dizzy in my head.
Zixi hurriedly withdrew his soul from his body.
Pierre looked at the woman in front of him and shook twice, then fainted on the sofa, he raised his eyebrows, put down the glass, and hugged her: "The amount of alcohol is still so shallow, it seems that death does not change enough things at one time."
Zixi floated in the air in fear, mentally prepared to see the scene of the beheading.
After Pierre put Dai Ying's body on the bed, he casually folded a rose from the vase on the bedside table, gently slid it on her lips, lowered her head and sniffed it intoxicatedly, then supported her head with one hand and slowly began to untie her clothes with the other.
If you want to kill quickly, kill Zixi and wait for a good heart.
It's like a psychological delay, obviously about to start, and it drags on time, making her more and more afraid and irritable about what is about to happen later.
No, Zixi was stunned to see that Pierre began to take off his own clothes again after taking off all of Dai Ying's clothes.
I can't see that his seemingly thin figure in a shirt is so material, and he has six pcins.
Well, the next step is to be ashamed.
Zixi covered her eyes and peeked through her fingers, for fear that if she didn't pay attention, she would miss the click.
Sure enough, it's a psychopath, and if you kill it, you have to kill it, and you have to kill a woman.
What is the difference between this immobile and unresponsive body and a corpse.
If it was her, seeing a dead person suddenly appear in front of her again, it was too late to suspect that the other party was a ghost, just like Wu Yi at the beginning, where would she be like Pierre, and still come to the bed to exercise, it is really a foreigner's brain circuit is indeed different It was several hours before Pierre was content to stop the game.
He sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, lit a cigarette, and touched her back with one hand with interest.
Touching and touching, he looked at the cigarette butt in his hand that was about to go out, and said to himself: "You can be resurrected if you die, that" Then, he twisted the cigarette butt that was still burning on her back, and then blew off the cigarette ash that fell on her back, wiped the burn marks, and said in disappointment: "It can't be repaired" He put on his nightgown, lit another cigarette, leaned on the side of the bed, and looked at the female body on the bed, his face gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Why don't you make a move, Zixi floated around the bed several times.
If he doesn't kill again, the sky will be bright, which makes her more anxious than him.
Pierre leaned against the window and, in the same pose, smoked a cigarette for the night.
It wasn't until the sunrise at sea level, casting the first rays of sunlight into the room, that he straightened up, stretched his stiff limbs, and turned his head to look out the window where the sunrise was being broadcast.
"The sun is out," he sighed softly, grabbing at the sun, "soon, I'll be like you."
He pushed open the balcony door, soaked up the sun for a while, went back to the house in a good mood, poured himself a glass of wine, leaned against the wall next to the glass door, and looked at the man on the bed as if he were admiring a peerless painting, sipping the wine in the glass one by one.
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