第一百二十三章 生辰礼物（2 / 2）

迟迟未等到她回应，裴云暎侧头，看了她一眼，将帕子往陆曈手里一塞。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+4oCc5ou/552A5ZCn77yM6ZmG5aSn5aSr77yM5oiR5rKh5YW06Laj6aqX5L2g44CC4oCdPC9wPg=='));</script>

“拿着吧，陆大夫，我没兴趣骗你。”<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6ZmG5puI5L2O5aS044CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

陆曈低头。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5omL5oyH55qE5Lyk5Y+j6Kem5Yiw5p+U6L2v5biD5bib77yM6bKc6KGA5re3552A5rOl5Zyf55qE6ISP5rGh56uL5Yi75byE6ISP5LqG5pW05byg5biV5a2Q44CC6YKj5Y+q5bGV57+F57+x57+U55qE6ZuE6bmw6KKr5o+J5oiQ5LiA5Zui77yM5Y2z5Yi75Y+Y5b6X54u854uI6ICM55qx5be05be077yM55yL6LW35p2l5pyJ5Yeg5YiG5Y+v5oCc44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

手指的伤口触到柔软布帛，鲜血混着泥土的脏污立刻弄脏了整张帕子。那只展翅翱翔的雄鹰被揉成一团，即刻变得狼狈而皱巴巴，看起来有几分可怜。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5YWJ5b2x5pym6IOn55qE5aSc6YeM77yM6KO05LqR5pqO5Y2K6Leq5LiL6Lqr77yM5o2h6LW36KKr5pGU5b6X5ruh5Zyw6YO95piv55qE44CB6YKj5Lqb55O3572Q55qE56KO54mH44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

光影朦胧的夜里，裴云暎半跪下身，捡起被摔得满地都是的、那些瓷罐的碎片。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+4oCc5L2g5YGa5LuA5LmI77yf4oCd6ZmG5puI55uu6Zyy6K2m5oOV44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

“你做什么？”陆曈目露警惕。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+4oCc6ZmG5aSn5aSr77yM4oCd5LuW5o+Q6YaS77yM4oCc5L2g546w5Zyo55qE55y856We77yM5Lu/5L2b5Yia5Yia5oOz5p2A5Lq654Gt5Y+j55qE5Lq65piv5oiR44CC4oCdPC9wPg=='));</script>

“陆大夫，”他提醒，“你现在的眼神，仿佛刚刚想杀人灭口的人是我。”<div id="z78fgsn46h">