He was very satisfied.
Looking at that delicate side face, for a moment, he felt a sense of forbidden bullying growing in his heart.
Slowly lowering his arms, he couldn't help but want to do more with his obsessive desire.
Just the next second.
The girl who was originally imagined to be suffering humiliation silently suddenly turned around and looked at him coldly.
"despair"
My lower abdomen felt cold.
He saw a young girl with an immature look, a small knife in her slender hand, pointing straight at his lower abdomen.
"Mo Yu, come here."
"Let daddy see if you have grown taller recently?"
In a messy and dilapidated hut, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow-stained vest was lying on the sofa with a sultry expression, holding a wine bottle in his right hand.
In front of him, a trembling little girl lowered her head, motionless like a frightened chicken.
"Don't be afraid~ Come, let daddy see if my good daughter has grown up."
After swallowing dryly, the man pulled his daughter into his arms, and his rough fingers kept touching her tender face.
In the kitchen, the woman in an apron shuddered when she heard the disgusting "intimate" sound outside the living room, and then continued cooking as if nothing had happened.
The skinny arms were covered with bruises.
It's just a touch, it's nothing, nothing
This family cannot be separated.
As if under self-hypnosis, the woman was chopping vegetables stiffly.
The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board seemed to cover up the man's breathing.
In another room.
In the dim room, Mo Ling was lying in front of the table with his head lowered.
The little hand that should have been holding the pencil was now tightly gripping the handle of the knife.
"Dad don't want it"
"Don't do this"
Childish cries came intermittently from outside the house, mixed with the sound of chopping vegetables on the chopping board.
Separation of consciousness and body.
It's different from the repressed feelings miles away.
In the center of the battlefield, the ink spirit who transformed into the Lord of the Dead seemed to be elongated, wrapped in a huge cloak made of death energy, and the originally small face became extremely mature and charming.
Under the influence of memes, no one knows what happened to the little girl who was resurrected as the Undead Lord.
The blood-red eyes were like bright lanterns, hidden under the cloak.
"Hoo"
Breath of death.
Ink Ling, who was resurrected as the Undead Lord, tilted his head slightly, his scarlet eyes showing no emotion at all.
In an instant.
As the boiling ended, Lin An's army in mid-air seemed to be aware of some huge danger.
Within 1 second.
Lin An, who was also like a machine, suddenly took action and attacked the huge black shadow.
From a distance, it looks like dense black dots plunging into the abyss.
The sword light flashed.
A series of slashes full of destructive aura struck the body of the Undead Lord.
However, it seemed as if he was being suppressed.
The undead monarch, who was looking down at everything, stretched out his vague giant hand indifferently, and swatted it away instantly, just like swatting a mosquito.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Destroy and destroy.
A terrifying and pure force directly crushed the nearest third-level Lin An.
The power from the source of death surged out crazily like an infusion in an instant.
No dialogue, no conversation.
As hundreds of Lin An took action, the aberrations that were originally fighting together seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.
Two white afterimages shot towards the darkness respectively.
Chapter completed!