第五十一章鞭(14/25)

从邢空的额头冒出，细细的，一点点聚在一起，聚成汗珠，流下。
                                                                                                                                                                那些伤痕就像一道无形的鞭子，狠狠抽在他的心头。
                                                                                                                                                                “这……只是些伤痕而已。”邢空的嘴唇有些发白，“这样的鞭子，并不……很稀奇。”
                                                                                                                                                                “看完了死人，还有兴致的话，不妨再来跟我看看活人。”南宫星并没答话，而是一边这么说道，一边走了出去。
                                                                                                                                                                邢空抹了抹额头的汗，面颊的肌肉不住抽动，他又看了一眼床上的尸体，突然握紧了拳头，跟了出去。
                                                                                                                                                                南宫星张望了一眼，向着东首脏兮兮的酒旗下走了过去。
                                                                                                                                                                那酒旗下放着一张破竹凳，唐老七就在上面坐着，双手抱膝，汗出如浆。在他面前，正站着一个膀大腰圆的壮汉，双手叉腰，一颗脑袋油光锃亮，也不知是天生无发还是哪家的和尚。
                                                                                                                                                                那两人也不知道在说什么，就见唐老七一双薄薄的嘴片子前后蠕动，似乎是连开口大点也不太敢。
                                                                                                                                                                一见南宫星走了过来，唐老七却突然来了精神，犹如被火烧了屁股一样一下窜了起来，抓着那大汉的胳膊就急忙道：“高大哥！就是这小子！这小子冒充您的兄弟！我以为他知道了您就知道了，这才没去报告的啊！真不是存心给您添晦气！”
                                                                                                                                                                南宫星皱了皱眉，走近几步，淡淡道：“虎头，有阵子没见，你可富态了不少啊。这里这些苦命女人，又帮你捞了不少油水吧？”
             

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