Nuekai

That day the weather was very bad, very hot, weather that may be the next evening thunderstorm. By 10:00, the cats are flying to the fact that it (her) Mengdi after the flutter in my back, with the claws indentation Fuzhao the soles of my neck. It (her) as long as the claws released, is enough to Zhuapo my carotid artery, and send my life. I suddenly some fear, cling to it (her), and it (her) on the front watching, I hope from it (her) to find out what the eyes.
I saw it (her), Mr Wong brown eyes, and then slit like a pupil. The pupil, I vaguely can see myself, Zaiwang, actually a monk, holding a sickle in his hands staring me. Mengran Jian, which have all disappeared again, only Nashuang eyes and pupil.
Nanquan monk, he is, he certainly is watching me. I immediately attention from the cat's face Nuekai, in the attic, looking for what, I find I like to cut off the troubles of things. Finally, my eyes fell on the bed reach of a Ti Huzi on the scraper. I was Dale Ge duo Suo, dare not touch, then again it (her) arms tightly in Lou, like love of people, my mind passing it on to my idea of suffering again. I extended the hand of the knife in the past.
This process is very short, but it seems Zoulehenjiu a long time. In addition to hand, I am a body at every turn, I fear the most, the fear of arms so that it (her) aware of. But it (she) seems to have been intoxicated in this in a sweet. This soft body in my arms, warm, like a fire mission is not only give people a warm, but also give people dangerous. I think this Yishun become eternal, we will always so until the two together slowly getting older. But my hand seems to be no longer in the arm, I had. That seems to have a hand Nanquan monks, it was finally picked up a knife.

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