"Hey, I've played with so many bitches, but I've never seen a woman's skin as smooth and delicate as yours. Gee, it feels so good, so soft and comfortable to touch!" The man's voice was very excited and rough. The ugly face was filled with the evil light of an animal.
Mu Wanqing twisted her body and struggled hard, but she remained motionless and was pinned down on the dining table. She yelled heartbreakingly: "Let me go, let me go!!!"
Tears of despair and shame rolled down the corners of his eyes.
Yuan Xiang and Liu Ye heard Mu Wanqing's cry and rushed out immediately.
"What are you doing?! Let her go!!" Liu Ye rushed to the front, trying to stop her.
However, a man picked up the wine bottle on the table next to him and hit Liu Ye hard on the head with a "bang"——
In an instant, the strong smell of blood quickly spread in the air...
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The night is deep and heavy. Dark clouds are surging, the aura is spreading, and evil is rampant.
In the dark alley, four men were eating and drinking at the night market. After drinking and eating, they put their arms around each other, whistled, and walked happily into the rental house.
"Boss, that woman's skin is so elastic. I feel like my fingertips are still tender and smooth now."
"Is it really that comfortable? Tomorrow, let's molest her. Tomorrow we'll do something even more exciting. They say sleeping with a pregnant woman is the most enjoyable and exciting thing. How about we kidnap her tomorrow and drag her to the ruins? Let's have a good time. So cool?!"
"Boss, I think this is feasible."
"Yes, rape first and then kill, just thinking about it makes me excited..."
"..."
Just as the four of them were talking to each other and having endless sexual intercourse, from the depths of the dark alley, a tall and muscular man wearing a sharp black windbreaker slowly walked out. Under the street lights, the steel knife emitting waves of cold light spun flexibly in his hand.
As the men approached step by step, the four men clearly felt a breathtaking and powerful cold air, rushing towards their faces like a tsunami.
The moment the man paused in front of them, through the dim street lights, they saw clearly: the man's expression was cold and stern, his handsome and sculptured face was filled with an innate murderous aura, and he was surrounded by a thick layer of death. The black miasma makes people tremble in fear.
He looked at them condescendingly, as if looking at ants, and asked in a low voice: "Which hand!"
"Hmm?!" The four men all said in unison, a big question mark appeared above their heads.
Which hand?!
What's the meaning?!
Which hand?
"Which hand touched that woman's body just now?!" the man added in a calm and cold voice.
The four men were stunned, not understanding the situation, and having drunk a lot of wine. When they heard the man's questions, they thought he wanted to touch them just like them, so they danced excitedly, and the four men raised their hands. Dazzling in front of the man's eyes, he said triumphantly in unison: "Hey, hey, both hands..."
Wow——
La--
Sudden——
call out--
In the dark and cold air, four rays of cold light appeared quickly, and then disappeared briefly. The quiet alley was dead silent for three seconds, and then four men burst into earth-shattering and sad wailing: "My hand, ah ah Ah, my hands hurt me so much..."
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At eleven o'clock in the evening, Yang Mufan grabbed the bottle of wine and walked unsteadily to the rental house. However, before he arrived, a kind-hearted neighbor who came from behind to inform him anxiously shouted: "Hey, Yang Mufan, why are you still here?" Drink?! Your wife was beaten and passed out in the alley covered in blood..."
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Dear friends who like it, be sure to collect it so that Feifei has the motivation to continue writing. Recently, my motivation has hit rock bottom. I feel so lost. Please comfort me... %>_<%, see you tomorrow!
