Raiders of the Big Bad Wolf's ghosts and animals

"Boom!"

After carrying Tong Mengqing back to the hotel room, Pei Qindong threw him on the bed without mercy.

Because of the anger, even the rose petals on the bed were scattered, and many of them fell to the ground.

Afterwards, Pei Qindong went straight up, pressed Tong Mengqing under him, held his palms with one hand, and imprisoned him above his head.

Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold: "Baby, didn't you come to see me? Why did you run away, huh?"

Pei Qindong's voice was very gentle, but it made Tong Mengqing tremble.

All his original negative emotions were shrunk back and he didn't dare to look up. He only muttered for a moment, and just as his lips moved, he heard Pei Qindong continue to speak.

"Do you think I'm kissing him? Huh? Or do you think I let you see this scene on purpose, it's my revenge? What were you thinking at that time? Huh?"

As Pei Qindong said, the palm of his other hand touched the heart of Tong Mengqing's left chest, and he tapped his fingers lightly.

After a while, his expression became more and more gentle, and his eyebrows drooped, full of thoughts.

But, just like that, Tong Mengqing swallowed unconsciously.

He always felt that he would die miserably...

At this moment, Pei Qindong's gentle voice came again, his brows and eyes raised slightly, full of tenderness and sweetness, and there was a sense of sudden realization in his voice: "Oh, that's right. You should be thinking, I don't want I'm going to give up on you in the end, right?"

As Pei Qindong spoke, his expression was as soft as that of Cen Cen's flowing water.

However, in Tong Mengqing's view, this stream of water is mixed with countless undercurrents, as long as he is not careful, it will be swallowed without bones.

"That...that...I..."

Tong Mengqing stammered, but because his mind was seen through, and the aura emanating from Pei Qindong's body clearly told him that if he didn't have a suitable reason, he would be dead.

So, he couldn't say anything at all.

"If you don't explain, you can't speak, that means, I guessed right, right?"

As Pei Qindong said, the palm that was on Tong Mengqing's chest slid down, slid to his waist, and slid in along the hem of his clothes.

Then, move up inch by inch.

I don't know if it's because of the high temperature in the room, but Tong Mengqing only felt his mouth was dry, and there were layers of small bumps on the place Pei Qindong touched.

And his fingers, like a cold poisonous snake, are devouring his soul and body bit by bit.

"I... I was wrong!"

Tong Mengqing closed her eyes and shouted in a low voice resigned to her fate.

"Wrong? Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Pei Qindong's business is still very light and gentle, but it makes Tong Mengqing feel that the god of death seems to be getting closer and closer to him.

Moreover, Pei Qindong's palm had already touched the skin of his heart, and it seemed that the next moment, sharp nails would burst out from the tip of that finger, dug into his heart, and dug out his heart bloody.

"Say! What's wrong!"

Seeing that Tong Mengqing was only trembling and not speaking, Pei Qindong shouted in a low voice. At the same time, he touched Tong Mengqing's chest with his fingers unceremoniously, and twisted it hard.

"pain……"

Tong Mengqing yelled softly unconsciously.However, looking at Pei Qindong's cold eyes, he obediently stopped halfway through his shout.

Then, he pursed his dry lips and said in a low voice, "I...I shouldn't have disbelieved you...I shouldn't have run away without asking..."

"Oh? In other words, my inferences just now are all correct? You also admit that you were wrong, so why did you make mistakes at that time? Huh?"

Pei Qindong's face immediately became calm and smiled again, but it seemed to be a little turbulent.

Is he a ghost?

Tong Mengqing only felt that her little heart could hardly bear the pressure and was about to collapse.

This feeling is like knowing that I have been put into a pan of oil and slowly heating up, but I can't get out.

He didn't even give him a happy death, he insisted on another wave of torture before he died.

"me……"

Tong Mengqing is very helpless, what can he say, at that moment, his vision and mind reacted so naturally, what can he do?

Just when Tong Mengqing was struggling secretly, Pei Qindong got up and let him go, and then walked towards the living room.

What is he doing?

Tong Mengqing got up secretly, and leaned forward curiously to look around.

Then, he heard Pei Qindong's footsteps when he came back.

Hearing the sound, he subconsciously lay back on the bed, silently hypnotized himself as a corpse, and then waited for Pei Qindong to whip the corpse.

However, after Pei Qindong walked to the bed, he stretched out his hand and pulled him up, and then stuffed something into his hand.

Tong Mengqing only felt a flash of silver light, but before he could see what it was, Pei Qindong directly held the palm of his hand holding the thing and aimed it at his heart.Then, without hesitation, he plunged in.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

Only now did Tong Mengqing see clearly that what Pei Qindong stuffed into his hand was a fruit knife.

"what are you doing?!"

Looking at Pei Qindong's chest, which had not been pierced by the point of a knife, Tong Mengqing looked up at him in panic and fear.

At the same time, the palm moved, trying to break free from his confinement, and pulled out the fruit knife.

However, Pei Qindong still held his palm tightly, not giving him any chance to escape.

Tong Mengqing didn't dare to struggle too violently because he was afraid that his movements would be too large and would further hurt Pei Qindong.

He only looked at Pei Qindong pleadingly, and there was a tear in his voice unconsciously: "Dong, please, please, let go, let go..."

However, Pei Qindong still kept his original movements and didn't seem to hear what he said: "Don't you trust me? Today, let's dig out this heart and see who is inside him."

As Pei Qindong said, he held Tong Mengqing's palm and squeezed again, and the tip of the knife pierced into it again in an instant.

The oozing blood stayed down ferociously, soaking the somewhat messy bath towel.

At the same time, a drop of blood splashed on Tong Mengqing's cheek.

Smelling the smell full of rust, feeling the burning heat on his cheeks, watching, the snow-white blade intertwined with red blood.

At the same time, Pei Qindong was still exerting his strength expressionlessly.

At this moment, Tong Mengqing finally collapsed.

"Dong, please, please don't do this. I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong! Please, let go, let go!"

Tong Mengqing's tears burst instantly, he just cried and shook his head, talking non-stop.

"You know what's wrong?"

Pei Qindong's voice was still calm, and he looked at Tong Mengqing calmly.

Hearing this, Tong Mengqing nodded hurriedly, begging him to let go quickly.

"Will it happen again in the future?"

Pei Qindong did not spare him easily.

"No, no! You let go—I beg you..."

The tears on Tong Mengqing's face were wanton, and he kept begging for mercy.

Hearing this, Pei Qindong nodded in satisfaction, and then let go of his palm.