She asked, “You said you said there was a cross-shaped scar on that bullet... what kind of a scar?”

Murong Yuchuan felt that Lu Xiaotang's look was very strange.“Hey, what happened to you?”

“You answered me.What kind of cross is that?”

Murong Yuchuan remembered."The cross-shaped scar is in the front half of the bullet, but because the warhead has been deformed, the cross looks like a T."

Lu Xiaotang was silent.She sat up, her eyes fixed on the void, as if she were floating in the distance.The wall lamp flowed on her smooth carb, like a beautiful sculpture.

Murong Yuchuan asked her, “What are you thinking?”

The little tidaught was as deep as a smile.

“Are you tired, I’ll take you back to your room to rest?”When I woke up, nothing was bothering you.”

“Not to.”

“What?”

Murong Yuchuan just sat up, was pressed hard to the sofa by Lu Xiaotang, "you..."

Lu Xiaotang's expression suddenly became a little crazy, and the evil smile said, "You dared to bully me so boldly."Now I want revenge.”

The revenge method of Lu Xiaotang is quite cruel.Murong Yuchuan only felt that he was going up and down between hell and heaven.Taekwondo master is indeed well-known, the more frustrated the stronger, the hair after the hair, the Murong Yuchuan this flowering bee dragged to overtime.Prepare for “KO.”

Murong Yuchuan looked up at the queen of the shawl.I thought: I am finished.

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"The empty help, wow."She stood outside the dormitory door and shouted.

If someone in her screams for a while, she will wait outside the door for three or five minutes, listen to the busyness of the inside and stop, and then open the door.You can see a pair of young men and women sitting in danger of studying their homework.

No one answered.

She opened the door with a key.It was dark in the room.She turned on the light.Huang Xiaoman went out with his boyfriend and estimated he couldn’t come back tonight.Her bed was messy, rag dolls, snacks, everything, and the face under the bed was stacked with replaced bras, shorts, dirty socks.The difference is like the north and south of the earth. Maniko shook his head, thinking that cultural differences are really big, such a woman in Japan who dares to have a man?

At this time, the mobile phone mingled with text messages. She opened it and the letter was Joey—“If you go to the dormitory, give me a message.”I went home."

There was a warmth in the heart of Maniko.She ran to the balcony and looked down.Underne of the clove tree on the side of the road stood a familiar figure.It doesn’t move, like a statue.

That look makes me laugh.She wrote back with a message, “I’ve arrived.Arigado (thank you), Joe Kaijun.

“Yes, good night.”Jokay wrote back.

This low-slender man did not expect to look up and look up, turn around and leave.

How he wished he could look up and see himself.But she was embarrassed to scream at him.I can only see that thin, tall figure slowly melted into the night.In the light of loss there is thought.

She turned around and made herself a bowl of instant noodles.Prepare to take a bath first.