The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Standing quietly for a long time, Su Fu looked at the side with a slight side, and the deep eyes stared at her for a long while, throwing the cup in his hand to the door near the door, watching it steadily fall on it. When I reached out, I began to solve my own belt.

Yan Yan looked at the light, the moonlight was like water, and the visual path was not bad. Although she wanted to watch it during the day, Su Fu was able to fulfill the agreement and gave it to him. In case of excessive demands, let him be angry and angry, things can be Not beautiful.

The dark gray robe slipped down because of the movements on his hand, hanging on the cockscomb behind him and falling to the ground. Su Fu's shirt has been untied, and the clothes are scattered, revealing a strong chest.

Yan Yan has seen it more than once. In the carriage, last night in the bamboo house of this courtyard, but every time it was a rush, and this time, only to be close to him.

His shoulders are wide and thick, his neck and throat are distinct, and there are slightly raised blood vessels connected to the collarbone. The skin is fair and beautiful, but it looks explosive. The two muscles in the chest are slightly raised, distinct but not exaggerated. White, the two fruits on the chest are very bright red. In the moonlight, I almost think that there is a little transparency. The muscles in the abdomen are not like the "stones" that are specially trained, but under the gentle, hidden power. .

Yan Yan's unscrupulous eyes made Su Fu's two strong arms, his muscles slightly bulging, and the veins of the neck were slightly violent, seemingly endurable.

"Do you want to continue?" Su Fu's voice was cold and depressed.

Yan Yan is trying to nod, but he listens to him and follows: "It can be seen, but... After you have seen it, you have two choices, either to be my wife or to die."

After a pause, he added: "Of course, you can choose not to watch."

This is a bit embarrassing. In order to look at the human body, either send it to the next generation or give it to life. It’s not very cost-effective to see it. Even though this man is indeed a rare perfect in the world, he is The day of the blood on the edge of the knife... Yan Yan frowned and said: "You are a joke."

"You just said that you have to look at it clearly. I have not said that I am not allowed to ask for it." Su Fu said not to be salty and put on his clothes. "You think about it."

Yan Yan stunned, anyway, she never felt that Su Fu could be like a corpse lying on the dissection table for her to watch, so it was not true at first. Just to make her laugh is that Su Fu is like a sturdy savage man, she is responsible for seeing her body. This is true for an ancient man... It is a wonderful flower.

"I will go back first." Yan Yan Shiran to the side of the box, bent and picked up. When he walked to the bamboo pole, he heard the cold voice behind him: "You are hungry?"

Yan Yan stepped down and looked back at him. The corner of his lips was slightly curved. The cold voice said: "I have worked so hard to eat such a big loss. If you please eat, I am not hungry and hungry."

Su Fu nodded and walked to the bamboo cage on the side of the house. He reached out and touched a chicken. The cold light flashed in his hand, but he suddenly stopped and looked at Yan Yan.

Yan Yantou looked at the cage. There were chickens, ducks and geese. He said: "Chicken."

So the short knife in his hand did not hesitate to wipe the neck of the chicken, but strangely, but did not splash.

Su Fu quickly raised the fire outside the courtyard, and he went to the creek to clean up the chicken that had just been killed. This is what he is best at doing. He looks at him quickly and gently, and his heart is curious. Then he got up and sat on the shore to watch.

Looking at his cold face like a sculpted face, Yan Yan suddenly felt that he might not look so unappealing on the surface, just like her, doing a serious career for a long time, then gradually forgot how to change expression. Since she was born again, she began to slowly solve the ice because she was idle. She has been with the ten brothers, Xing Niang, the late green and the cheap master for a long time. The smile is much more than before. Recently, she never dreamed again. Things.

After this short two-time contact, Su Fu’s feeling for Yan Yan is that the appearance is cold and serious, and the inner reality is nothing but a strong ordinary person.

“Can you teach me martial arts?” Yan Yan suddenly said.

Su Fu cleaned the two chickens and never looked at her. He got up and walked to the fire. He only said coldly and coldly, "I will only kill."

He will only kill people from the age of ten. All martial arts are recruiting deaths. If you encounter powerful enemies, they are all jade and burned. There are very few self-protection moves. His purpose is to kill people, no matter what. Method, what the cost.

"Teach me to kill people." Yan Yandao. If forced into a desperate situation, killing is actually a good way to protect themselves. Her generation will not necessarily use it, but the two moves are always prepared.

Su Fu was sitting next to the fire. There were two chickens on the bracket. He squinted at the chicken and played with the spices. The thin lips were slightly stunned. After a moment of silence, he slowly spit out a word. "Good."

Yan Yan got the answer and sat on the opposite side of him.

It’s already at the end of the summer, even though it’s still hot in the daytime, but there’s a bit of coolness in the night, and now it’s just “the middle of the night”, Su Fu takes off his robe, across the fire. Reach out and hand it to Yan Yan.

Yan Yan did not quit, and faintly said, "Thank you."

The atmosphere was quiet and harmonious. Yan Yan added firewood on the side. Su Fu flipped the roast chicken from time to time. The fragrance was heard in a moment. Yan Yan knew that he would wait for a while and then started the topic. "Can you talk?"

Su slammed.

Yan Yan is holding a broken can of a broken heart. Anyway, he already knows his identity, and he has seen him killing because of coincidence. This is enough to kill people, so I know that there is nothing wrong with it. "Why kill those officials?"

Su Fu looked up at Yan Yan, he thought she would ask herself why she would go to the killer, but apparently he underestimated the mother's sharp journey.

Silence for a while, Su Fu replied: "More than just officials, there are other things. Only the court officials can exclude the dissidents, and they can go to the heart."

"So you are a free killer?" asked Yan Yan, calling for firewood.

"Half, I can take the employment of any employer, but there is a personal life, but I have to do it." Su Fufei added, "I can get out of this time."

Yan Yan didn't know what he said about this sentence. For their short acquaintances, they could talk about such confidential topics. She didn't feel surprised. They were similar to each other, just like being alone in the sea. Suddenly met the same kind, the kind of surprise, peace of mind, trust, only experienced to understand, even people as cautious as they can, can open their minds.

"You won't be reviving the corpse." Yan Yan bent his leg and put his chin on his knee. Suddenly he asked.

Su Fu whispered, "Returning the corpse to the soul?"

When Yan Yan sees his reaction, he knows that it is not. This kind of similar atmosphere has nothing to do with whether it is born again or through the public.

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