Nightmare Attack

"After he left me, I fell in love with photography." A pale hand was placed on Jiao Tailang's shoulder, and the woman's voice was still charming, but the slight drunkenness disappeared. It was replaced by a while. Feeling cold.

"They are all collections I collected. Each of them promised me that they would be good to me forever." The woman's fingertips wandered around Jiao Tailang's neck. "In order to prevent them from breaking their promises, I had to take them. Stay here forever and stay with me."

What scared Jiao Tailang more than these words was the woman's current movements.

He helped the woman to lie down on the bed just now, but now, the woman did not move her body, but she stretched out her hand directly.

Her arms...at least must be 3 meters long.

In order not to irritate himself, Jiao Tailang withstood the pressure and did not dare to look back.

But in the next second, Weng Qing's voice had already reached her ears, and she breathed casually, stimulating Jiao Tailang's earlobes.

But the current Jiao Tailang really didn't have any other thoughts. He stood there blankly, behaving very well.

"His name is Wang Yuxue and he is a university teacher." Weng Qing pointed to the man in a photo, a man in a suit and leather shoes, and wearing rimless glasses.

"He is also the tenant of this building and lives next door to me. He looks very upright, right?"

Staring at the photo, Weng Qing bit her finger and smiled madly, "But he has already become a family. His wife is away with two children and supports his parents, but how about he? The reason for making up classes is to take the girls home, and then take the opportunity to attack them."

"Later, he found me again." Weng Qing smiled contentedly, looking at the photo, as if she had recalled something, "His eyes are very beautiful, in order to prevent him from seduce other women, I He left his eyes."

Jiao Tailang couldn't help shivering.

"And him." Weng Qing looked away and looked at a photo under the wall clock. The location of this photo is very conspicuous, and it seems to have a special meaning.

It was a big boy who looked very sunny. He was wearing a jersey and short shorts. He looked very strong.

"His name is Yan Ruyu, and he is a student of the Physical Education Institute." Weng Qing's voice was like a knife, and he was disassembling the man in the photo little by little and telling it to Jiao Tailang.

"Looking very honestly and honestly, right?" Weng Qing sighed, her eyes cold instantly, "but he is a real scum, he lives upstairs to me, and I can hear him beating his daughter for a long time. The voice of a friend, his girlfriend came to harass me after she became pregnant."

"So I kept him." Weng Qing approached Jiao Tailang's ear and whispered: "He brags that he is very strong in that aspect, so I stayed, only to find... he didn't. To be honest." Weng Qing put his fingers on his lips and smiled very happily.

Weng Qing barefoot and tiptoed, one by one introduced the men in these photos to Jiao Tailang, as well as the dirty stories behind them.

She acted very happily, like a child who introduced her beloved toy to a new friend.

Finally...here he is.

A blank photo frame hung in the corner. After Weng Qing took it off, she held the photo frame in her heart. Obviously, this photo frame was reserved for Jiao Tailang.

"You are also a person who is used to deceiving women with rhetoric, right?" She squinted her red eyes and stared at Jiao Tailang and said: "I like you very much, so I will leave your tongue and let you speak love words to me. "

The bedroom door was closed tightly, and the banana was too wolf for life.

Even if the bedroom door could be opened, it would be of no avail. The two big golden retrievers, who were originally meek, were guarding the door at this moment, baring their teeth and their eyes blood red.

Standing on tiptoe, Weng Qing lay on Jiao Tailang's back, with two arms wrapped around the latter's shoulders, and his cold fingers gradually touched his face.

Close to him, feeling the beating heart in Jiao Tailang's chest, Weng Qing's pale cheeks showed a trace of rosy and desire.

She curled up the corners of her mouth, with scarlet lips, soft body, and a touch of morbid beauty permeated her without any violation.

Sharp nails wandered through the man's apple in front of her, and soon, this will become a collection of her satisfaction.

But just before the nail was about to cut his throat, Weng Qing stopped.

The man in front of him didn't cry like the other men who came here, or swore that he would be good for her forever, but in the end he just wanted to survive.

The man in front of her was extremely calm, and even his breathing was different from the beginning, as if he had changed people.

Through the reflection of the glass frame, she saw that the man's sight was looking at the pictures hanging on the wall. He seemed to have forgotten, and he was about to die here.

Like those people, it was hung on the wall, forever, as her collection.

"Sister." Jiao Tailang suddenly said: "Have you really loved or hated them? Or, just treat them as a substitute for that person?"

Jiao Tailang didn't look back. He stood there. He knew the story of Weng Qing. "While punishing these people, you actually want them to atone for the person in your heart."

Before the words fell, the murderous intent around him instantly became strong, and the only night light was teetering like a candle in the wind.

Several very shallow, very fine bloodstains tore open his skin.

A few drops of bright red blood slid down his cheeks, dyeing plum blossoms on the snow-white placket.

The man is unmoved.

"Shut up..." Holding Jiao Tailang's shoulders, his sharp nails had pierced the flesh, Weng Qing bit his lip with a low voice, "You are the same as him! You are the same as him! You are like this! Men... all **** it!"

"But that man deserves more death, isn't it?" Jiao Tailang interrupted Weng Qing, righteously saying: "He delayed sister you, and hurt the originally gentle, kind-hearted, lovely, simple, beautiful, generous and understanding sister! He also ruined it. Sister’s life!"

"I won't let him go~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Jiao Tailang gritted his teeth, and countless anger shot out from his originally tender eyes.

Weng Qing’s blood-red eyes trembled, and the man with his back to her seemed to have changed. His young and delicate face was filled with determination. His heartbeat was like a drum, and his hatred for the person who hurt her was even greater. Almost condensed into substance.

But...obviously he was the one who wanted to kill him.

why?

Why would he...

The hand resting on the man's shoulder was suddenly wrapped in warmth. Jiao Tailang grabbed her hand and slowly turned back. Weng Qing subconsciously wanted to withdraw it, but he grabbed it tighter.

In the gloomy environment, she saw tears in the eyes of Jiao Tailang, "Sister, don't torture yourself anymore." Jiao Tailang's lips were trembling, "I know that the person who hurt you has not been subjected to him. Punishment."

"Let's find him together, don't give up this life, and I also want him to atone for his sister for what he has done!"