Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The middle-aged man's hands were still attached to the warm body of the season, and the zipper that dragged her pants didn't let go.

Such a filthy scene cools her blood and makes her feel more like falling into an ice cave as she turns her eyes on the deep side of the ink, which has flashed a storm like a landslide tsunami in an instant.

Isn't he still in Haicheng? How come it's in T-shirt?

Isn't she irritated enough to hallucinate?

But she could not speak, she could only open a pair of somewhat blank eyes, looking in that direction, like the only warm light in desperate darkness, seemed to rescue her from the fear of the two generations before and after to see the fog, so that she could finally breathe for a moment.

She could barely see how he was coming. All she knew was that the middle-aged man with glasses suddenly screamed painfully. As if his arm had been broken, the sound of a broken bone sounded. She tried to gather her spirit to see it. She only saw the depth of the ink. Where she could reach it, her indifferent eyes didn't blink. She threw her back hand and threw the obscene - trivial middle-aged man under the bed.

She was lightweight and suddenly felt a familiar, clean coat that covered her.

Seasonal warmth closed her eyes tired and forced her tears back. The middle-aged man with glasses screamed and screamed. She didn't know what Mo Jingdeep was doing, and she didn't want to see it. At this time, even if some people here would lose their lives on the spot, she wouldn't think about any laws or humanity.

The man was kicked on the ground again, kicked two meters away, hit the wall, his head also hit the pebble wall heavily, hummed painfully, and then rose red to the tangled face, trembling towards the man who suddenly broke in, trying to speak, but was hidden by the sound of the door opened again.

Feng Ling quickly entered the door, saw the scene inside and immediately understood what was going on. He was about to go in and suddenly heard Mojing's deep cold voice: “Close the door! ”

Feng Ling looked at the warmth of the season on his eyes, and his subconscious closed the door behind him quickly, isolating the eyes of those who followed him outside the door.

Seasonal warmth was in a trance and suddenly she was lifted up. She opened her eyes and saw Ink's deep face. She wanted to ask him how he had come to T City. But she could reach the mouth. The slightly dry blood on the corner of her mouth hurt even the swollen face. She frowned and still hasn't spoken. She just heard Ink's deep in her ear and lowered her voice: “If it hurts, don't talk, I'm here. ”

Although it was a cold and depressed voice, it was also softening her, soothing her, wrapped her upper half of her body tightly in her jacket, and then lifted her hand to open the hair stained with blood on her forehead, saw the wound on her head, and then gently brushed her face to examine the palm marks on her face, the intent of the assassination between the eyes was manifested.

Seasonal Warm knew she was out of danger, but her instincts were still trembling. All the struggles and fears had spread to her body and mind before. She wanted to calm herself down, but the scenes of the two generations had been dominating her intellectual nerves. Her body was trembling, her hands were trembling, her eyes were closed when she opened, her eyes were covered with blood silk, her eyelashes were slightly trembling, and she had to endure the tears of a single cry.

Mo Jingdeep held her slightly trembling body tight, softly in her ear, stroking her hair mixed with blood and sweat, whispering: “Don't be afraid, I'm here, in front of you, it's over, close your eyes, don't listen, don't look. ”

Seasonal warmth did not move, Ink raised his hand deep and gently covered her eyes: "Don't be afraid, eh? ”

Feng Ling saw the warmth of the season and the blood on her head, suddenly kicked under the pants of the middle-aged man who fell on the floor, and the ensuing screaming made the warmth of the season tremble, as if every time she heard this disgusting man scream, she could be stimulated differently.

“Scrap people, shut their mouths, it's too loud.” Mo Jing deeply noticed that the warmth of the season is not stimulating now, so he gave a loud order.

Feng Ling quickly grabbed a group of clothes on the ground and shoved them directly into the man's mouth, then stepped on his leg. When he was in pain and grunting, a spin kicked him hard in the head.

There is only one painful muffled sound in the basement. The middle-aged man's head is covered in blood and sweat. Finally, he fell against the corner of the wall and looked at the short-haired woman in front of him with horror. He shivered and tried to hide back, but was still kicked hard by Feng Ling. This foot was straight to his abdomen. The middle-aged man's eyeballs were almost raised, and then the other arm bone was broken and the movement.

Even if he was stuck in his mouth, the gruesome grunt made it clear how he was being tortured and retaliated against.

Seasonal warmth closed his eyes and leaned against the dark arms of the ink scene. His eyes were covered and he could not see everything here. The redness on his pale cheek was still striking.

After a loud and tragic hum, Seasonal Warm's hand suddenly touched the folding knife she had thrown by the bed before.

She took a pause and suddenly held the knife tight. The mute voice said, "Deep down, put me down. ”

Mojing glanced deeply at her and let her go. Although Seasonal Warm was full of blood, her head was full of blood, but her body was dressed deep in Mojing, and she still had a different sense of security.

She turned her eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who had been tortured to death by falling in the corner of the wall. Suddenly she got out of bed. Feng Ling looked back at her and saw that the season was warm and almost unstable. She was busy trying to help her, but she was blocked by the deep eyes of Ink.

Seeing Mo Jingdeep didn't stop him, Feng Lington took a step back.

If not, Seasonal Warm opened the folding knife in her hand, red eyes looked at the disgusting man who had only half a breath left in the corner, saw the fat of the white flower on him, in front of the scene in the village of the previous life, she did not know where she had saved the strength, suddenly slammed the knife in his hand into his hand.

The middle-aged man instantly ached and twitched, opening his bloody eyes and looking at her unbelievably.

This is the hand that just took her clothes off!

Seasonal warmth pulled the knife out and stabbed it in his thigh again. The roots, seeing the bloody outward appearance, the repressed and frightened mind finally felt a little more comfortable!

She continued to wave the knife in her hand and her eyes didn't blink, not just stabbing, but stabbing again and again, until the middle-aged man was covered in blood and still didn't stop.

“Mrs. Mo...” Feng Ling looked at the scene and wanted to go forward, but saw the season warm. Each time, though the stabbing was too harsh, most of them just stabbed each other's legs and hands and arms, without injury.

Feng Ling's action stopped, or let Seasonal Warm do the same crazy to vent.