Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 60: He who does not eat fireworks (micro-abuse)

Chapter 60 He Who Does Not Eat Fireworks (Micro-abuse)

Three o'clock in the morning.

At night, it quietly became cold.

"mom--!"

The boy shouted loudly.

In the raging sea of fire, there was a mess, the ruins were all over the ground, and the sound of "Zila Zila" was made.

A middle-aged woman was being severely beaten by a middle-aged man, and her eyes showed fear: "Shaoling, go!"

The boy shook his head desperately: "I won't leave, I won't leave!"

The woman's hair was dragged backwards by the man, and the man with a pale face laughed: "You are still protecting your son, and you all die!"

The woman was hit and fell to the ground, her face was crushed with a man's feet, tears mixed into the soil, and she shouted with all her strength: "Shaoling, you go away, you go away! You won't be too late!"

The boy's eyes jumped with anger because of his anger. He squeezed his fists with both hands and rushed towards the man.

"You are not allowed to bully my mother!"

The man gave him a sharp glance and kicked him against the wall with a kick, "Wild seed!"

The boy only felt the pain of all the organs cracked. He vomited blood and struggled to get up. Suddenly, he seemed to hear the girl's wailing cry, and he hesitated slightly.

The dazzling orange flame was like a fierce beast with an open mouth and big mouth, burning and devouring everything, with a man's proud laughter, and the burnt room beam fell quickly.

"boom--"

The boy's eyes widened and his pupils reflected the woman's smashed bleeding and wrapped around the fire's body.

His voice suddenly snarled from his throat: "Mom-!"

Li Shaoling yanked out of the dream, he sat up quickly, his chest was undulating, he breathed fiercely, and was shocked.

Sweat, sliding down the forehead, finally dripped onto the bed sheet, printing little sweat.

In a pair of too sharp eyes, the light went out and gradually turned dim.

The headache closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

When I opened my eyes again, in the quiet room, the woman curled up and slept deeply, her small **** breathing with her mouth wide open and her mouth wide open, she slept soundly, but he had no sleepiness.

He got out of bed and pushed the door out.

"Uh-"

A lighter with a blue flame burned from his hand, a cigarette slanted between his lips and lit.

He took a deep breath and spit it out, his eyes gradually blurred in the smoke, and he leaned against the balcony and let the cold wind lift his forehead hair.

The white shirt was lifted from time to time, revealing the fatal vest line. He closed his eyes and wondered what he was thinking. His eyebrows showed fatigue, and the whole person had a breath of fireworks.

Ji Weixi fell asleep and fell asleep, faintly feeling that someone was moving her. She frowned dissatisfied, and entered a cold, cigarette-like embrace.

She pushed, her arms tightened even more.

She wanted to scold, but couldn't open her mouth and couldn't move.

Forget it, she gave up, just hug.

Li Shaoling felt the restlessness of the small woman in his arms, and he pricked her hair with his chin.

My head doesn't seem to hurt anymore.

She was so soft that he could only try to control cravings.

Control ... and then control ...

...

The next day.

When Ji Weixi woke up, he unconsciously stretched himself.

She opened her eyes while yawning, aiming at the slumbering face of a man, her hair falling softly and obediently, shining light.

Lying, trough!