Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Because the inner dress is collarless and has been pulled by external forces, so that her beautiful collarbone and slender neck are still exposed.

Well, the marks left by the neck after pinching it hard should be pretty.

Mo Qingyan's eyes flashed.

Gu Ruojiao, who was hiding in his arms, trembled again.

Then she felt the hand on her waist tighten slightly, and she was turned around by him.

Gu Ruojiao saw that the irrational man was still looking at her with crazy eyes, he was the only one in his eyes, and even raised his head.

She wanted to look away with some hot eyes, but Mo Qingyan refused.

His fingers were still pinching her chin.

"Which hand did he touch you with? Huh?"

While talking, he slowly stroked her chin with his fingertips.

"May I vent my anger on you?"

His voice was very slow, and Gu Ruojiao could hear a trace of joyful enjoyment.

Her heart beat wildly, and she whispered: "I don't know, Jiaojiao didn't see it."

"Didn't you see it? That's the left hand?"

Gu Ruojiao wanted to shake her head, but found that she couldn't move, so she just listened to him.

"Then how about breaking the bone in his left hand?"

Gu Ruojiao was startled, thinking it was bad.

But Mo Qingyan had already spoken.

The voice is cloudy and cold, like the whisper of a snake, and the whole body feels cold.

As his voice fell, Gu Ruojiao could clearly hear the crackling sound of bones.

Pain makes a man wake up from the charm of winking eyes.

He opened his mouth to scream.

Mo Qingyan curled his lips coldly: "Shut up."

The man opened his mouth wide, unable to make any sound.

He could only watch the bones in his left hand shatter little by little.

The eyes were bloodshot due to the severe pain, and the two eyeballs protruded, as if they would roll down from the eye sockets in the next second.

"It doesn't seem to be the left hand." Mo Qingyan showed a trace of regret in his eyes, "Then it is the right hand."

Following another sentence, the spirit fell.

Gu Ruojiao saw that the remaining right hand twisted in a very strange arc, followed by the sound of muscles being torn and bones shattered.

Her whole scalp was numb.

But it's not over yet.

Mo Qingyan tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "Oh, he still has eyes, right? But both of his hands are useless, what should Jiaojiao say?"

Gu Ruojiao still shook her head, her face was extremely ugly, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Mo Qingyan caressed the hand behind her casually.

"Jiaojiao is really kind."

Then a cool voice sounded above his head.

"Bump yourself into a branch and destroy your eyes."

I saw that person swooping down and crashing into a long and thick branch.

But Gu Ruojiao didn't see the next scene.

Because her eyes were covered by Mo Qingyan.

His fingers were cold and big enough to cover up the bloody scene in front of him.

The wide sleeves brushed against his face, carrying a hint of coldness.

Gu Ruojiao shrugged her nose for some reason, raised her head slightly and sniffed.

Then he heard a low laugh from above his head.

"like?"

The tips of Gu Ruojiao's milky pink ears turned red.

Mo Qingyan thought it was very interesting, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed it again.

Gu Ruojiao dodges itchyly.

The tail involuntarily wrapped around Mo Qingyan's hand, and the tip of the tail hooked his little finger, very lingering.

It seems to be inviting Mo Qingyan to touch even the rain and dew.

Gu Ruojiao was so ashamed that she quickly put her tail away and covered her hands behind her back.

But she forgot that she was leaning against Mo Qingyan.

As soon as I covered it, my hand wiped somewhere.

Gu Ruojiao was taken aback.

He felt that he was enveloped by a cold breath.

A cool voice rang in his ears.

"Jiaojiao is so enthusiastic."