Chapter 26 Section 4

Hongxian really wanted to live like that beautiful woman, with her hands tied behind her back, standing in the yard, with white mist hanging over her shoulders.At this time, wasps were flying around, their buzzing sound was like sharp needles, slashing across the pure white skin again and again.Because the time passed so slowly, she had to lower her head and stare at her perfectly shaped breasts.Because of the flowers in the garden, the convex curves of her body always have a tinge of purple; the concave curves emit a pale light.Then she was taken out and killed; that was the downside of this life.When she was killed, Xue Song grabbed the big handful of silky hair and pulled it forward, while she herself sat back, cutting off the red thread in the middle.In Miao Village, the red thread often divides the beef for others. Two people each hold one end of the beef and stretch it so that the red thread is centered in the middle.If there is no bone in the beef, it will be toughly divided into two pieces.This feeling can be experienced on the handle of the knife, but it must be more interesting to experience it on your own neck.Then the body will be decapitated, and this feeling is also very strange.According to the imagination of the red thread, this woman's blood should be lavender, exuding the fragrance of vine flowers.Then, like a dangling searchlight, she was held in Xue Song's hand.Hongxian really loves Xue Song very much, otherwise he would not have thought of these things.She also imagined being seated on Xue Song's bare chest like a severed human head.At this time, Xue Song's heart was beating hotly at the severed neck, bringing a huge roar.At this time, she would smile sweetly and tell him silently: her throat is itching, she almost wants to laugh out loud.However, she loves a tickle in the throat.At this time, the village was very quiet—that is to say, the hearing of the red thread seemed to be left far away.

And the old prostitute was killing the little prostitute time and time again.But every time she didn't do it herself.At first, she wanted the assassins to drag the girl out and chop her up.Later she felt it was too cruel.She decided to ask those assassins to dig a hole in the ground, plant the little prostitute head down, and then fill it with soil, but it would be too cruel not to bury her completely.To keep her feet on the ground.The girl's feet were small and white, but there was a little red on the back heel, which she stepped on and left on the ground, like two calla lilies.The old prostitute decided to check on those feet every morning and scratch the soles of her feet with a bamboo stick.Until one day, her toes stopped moving, and that meant she died.At this time, she can be completely buried and a grave bag can be piled up.The old prostitute also decided to set up a tombstone for her, and often pay homage to her.This is because they met by chance and worked together in the same village, so they have such a social relationship.The old whore was about to tell her the news when she had a better idea.As mentioned, the old lady had a nice garden, and she liked gardening; so she decided to split up a cork tree, take out the heart, fill the girl in, and dig out a round shape out of the bark. According to her knowledge of this kind of tree, the tree will be fully grown within three days.In the future, the monster grafted by this human tree can live: at first, there was a girl's face on the bark, and then this face gradually disappeared into the bark; but the whole tree will undergo some changes, and the bark gradually becomes Smooth, the trunk gradually took on a girlish demeanor.In the future, when a man walks up to this tree, he will also be able to identify where are the round breasts and where are the slender waists.Maybe he was excited, touching the trunk, every leaf of this tree will tremble, and the branches will also twitch.But she couldn't speak, and she couldn't make love to a man.Can only appreciate the shudder brought by a man's caress.

As an old whore, she thought there might as well be more women like this.Because they are harmless, if there is a shortage of fuel, they can be chopped down for firewood.In addition to this little prostitute, there are quite a few women in this village (she refers to our Miao wives), so there will never be a shortage of materials for grafting.All in all, the old woman thought she had figured out an ingenious way of dealing with young women, so she took the sock off the little whore's mouth, put it aside, and told her this, thinking that he would be delighted and forced to do so. Anxious to plunge into the trunk.But the little prostitute was stunned for a while, and then she replied flatly: You're going to kill me!After speaking, he turned his head to the side, picked up the stinky sock, and held it in his mouth—after a while, he spat it out again, and added: You can kill it any way you want.Then she bit the sock and swallowed it forcefully until only the tip of the sock remained between her lips—that is, she wasn't going to spit it out again.She just lay there on the floor, staring wide-eyed, ready to die.The old whore twisted her leg and said, "Little bitch, just wait; then go to the corridor and wait for the assassins to return and bring Xue Song's head."But the little prostitute closed her eyes, forgot the smell of stinky socks, and made love to the red thread in the dark.She likes the olive-colored body of this little barbarian very much—it goes without saying that she regards herself as Xue Song.Above them, in the darkness, the bright human head gazed at all.

According to the way popular novels are written, now is the right time to write about the little whore.We can mention her name, where she was born, how she grew up, and how she came to this stockade; why she would rather be planted head-down in the cold, damp soil, enduring suffocation and suffocation for a long time. The loneliness of not being able to get any information──It is conceivable that in this situation, she must be eager for the old whore to scratch the soles of her feet. Although it is extremely itchy, it can also know that another day has passed──and she does not want to become a tree.Under the latter treatment, she can enjoy fresh air, dew, and watch the sun rise and set, and the benefits are self-evident.There must be something to write about in a man voluntarily giving up obvious benefits.But the author didn't write it that way.He just said simply: For the little prostitute, as long as he doesn't see the old prostitute, it's fine to be dumped into the frying pan.