The figure that fell quickly was Lao Zhao's youngest son, Zhao Jingren.
His limbs were twisted into strange shapes, his eyes wide open, his orifices were bleeding, and he returned to silence after a long time of convulsion.
Old Zhao leaned in front of the window, looking at the horror scene in front of him, wanting to shout but can't say a word, just feel dizzy, and his eyes are dark and falling backwards.
When he woke up again, the house had become lively. The youngest son was lying quietly in the ice coffin, surrounded by wreaths, and white clothes and white cloth were everywhere. There were endless people coming to the house. The two brothers Zhao Jingcheng's eyes were red and they were silently entertaining the crowd.
Lao Zhao's eyes remained on the ice coffin, his fingers trembled, and he gently stroked the edge of the coffin mouth. Suddenly, the cold air froze into his bones. His little son's horror and despair repeatedly appeared in his mind, and his heart became even more sad. It was him who killed his little son, and he was the murderer.
Tears were rolling in his eyes. After he wiped it, he found that the men in the entire mourning hall were staring at him silently, disgust, doubt, rejection, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined, deeply stinging Lao Zhao's fragile heart.
After he reluctantly said a few words, he returned to the bedroom tremblingly and closed the door gently.
After a while, Zhao Qingyi walked in quietly and sat beside Lao Zhao and accompanied him without saying a word.
Lao Zhao took the lead in speaking: How long have I been asleep after fainting?
Dad, you have been sleeping for two days, and my brother almost wants to take you to the hospital...
Yeah?
Old Zhao felt more and more that the world in front of him was unreal and the narrative line was full of weirdness, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't find anything wrong.
He turned his head, but saw his daughter biting her lips, and his eyes were aimed at his crotch from time to time. He became angry in an instant. He slapped her hard and shouted: "Damn it!"When is it, you are still thinking about these things!
Zhao Qingyi's tears fell down and she lowered her head and cried: Dad, I know, but... Qingyi felt so uncomfortable. I have endured it for a long time, I was wrong.
You're crazy, let it go!
However, Lao Zhao could no longer use his strength, so he let her untie her crotch and then leaned down and sucked.
At this moment, Lao Zhao's face became even more haggard.
Three days later, the body of his youngest son was sent to the funeral home for cremation. After the cremation, Zhao Jingcheng insisted on putting his urn in a corner of his home.
This made Lao Zhao feel even more guilty. He stood in front of his youngest son's ashes and was reluctant to eat and eat all day long.
And this family is getting colder and colder.
Xia QingYàn sat on the sofa and stared at Lao Zhao in a daze. When no one noticed, she lifted the edge of her skirt up little by little. Her fair legs were exposed, and she was not wearing underwear. Although Ouyang Zhen was with Zhao Jingxin, she would occasionally sneak a glance at Lao Zhao, and her desire could hardly hide.
Old Zhao turned his head in amazement, and saw Gong Wenyin in the kitchen also blushed in the corner, reaching her hands into her skirt to grop.
The pathological actions presented by everyone made him even more sad, and he felt a little fear in his heart. Is this retribution?If the two sons knew the truth about their ashes, would they die?
After thinking of this possibility, Lao Zhao's face became more and more determined. He must not let this happen. He wants to try to save everything.
Jingcheng, take me to a nursing home. The farther the better. I don’t want to live at home anymore.
Zhao Jingcheng raised his face that had lost his spirit and looked a little confused: Dad, what's wrong?
I am tired, tired, and I don’t have much life anymore. Let me spend it alone in a nursing home. I’m really fed up.
Gong Wenyin didn't care about the slightly messy dress and rushed out: No, no!
Xia QingYàn and Ouyang Zhen also persuaded each other, which surprised the two brothers Zhao Jingcheng and Zhao Jingxin. Finally, under Lao Zhao's strong request, Zhao Jingcheng reluctantly agreed.
In order to avoid the long nights and dreams, he was reluctant to even pack his clothes and pulled Zhao Jingcheng straight out of the door.
After arriving at the entrance of the nursing home, Lao Zhao patted his eldest son on the shoulder and said earnestly: Everything in the family will be left to you in the future.
Dad, we will come to see you often, don’t worry.
Although he knew that Zhao Jingcheng said this a little against his will, and the disgust in his eldest son's eyes was easily captured by Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao still shook his head firmly: Remember, don't come to me, I won't see anyone, just contact me by phone if you have any questions. Do you understand?
For Zhao Jingcheng, his father's request was naturally extremely happy, so he nodded quickly: I understand, I understand, dad, then I'll leave first.
Old Zhao watched his eldest son leave, and then slowly walked into the nursing home.
He lives in a small room in a corner, and his daily routine is very regular. He gets up early in the morning to play Tai Chi, drink tea, play chess with the elderly, and occasionally helps to clean the courtyard. He lives a very leisurely life every day.
Gradually, he had gotten rid of the bad habit of masturbating every day, and the desire that came like a tide was fading away little by little. Except for the moon hanging high in the night sky every night, it was still as bright as before, everything seemed to be getting better.
But the peaceful life was suddenly broken.
The dean walked into the room and said to Lao Zhao with complicated eyes: Alas, Lao Zhao Ah, something happened at your home.
What's up?Lao Zhao took off his reading glasses and put down his heavy history books.
The director had been thinking for a while and shook his head: Otherwise... you might as well go to the Third Hospital of the City, and your children will come to pick you up later.
Old Zhao sank, and an ominous omen surged into his heart.
The waiting time was quite painful until Zhao Qingyi appeared in front of Lao Zhao and hugged his back crying: Dad... Woo... Big brother and second brother and the others... They...
Lao Zhao was even more panicked: Don’t cry, what’s wrong with them?
They...they were stabbed in the bar!Woo... My second brother lost too much blood and died before getting into the ambulance. My eldest brother... My eldest brother is still in the hospital for rescue...
Buzz!
Old Zhao's steps became heavy. He bit his tongue hard and prevented himself from fainting. After a long silence, he whispered: Hurry, take me to the hospital.
The emergency room of the hospital was quite dim, and the crowds around him turned into unrecognizable ghostly talismans, dancing wildly in the sky, crying, laughing and cursing all lingering beside Lao Zhao. He felt extremely irritable. He finally waited until the doctor came out, but he waited for a cold word: Zhao Jingcheng's family, we have done our best, please feel sorry for me.
After hearing this, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground again.
……
Old Zhao was awakened by a strange sucking sound. He found himself lying in the room at home, and the girls around him were all surrounded by Gong Wenyin, Zhao Qingyi, Xia QingYàn and Ouyang Zhen, but they were all naked, crawling and sucking the semen flowing out of their glans.
His throat was as dry as fire, his limbs were weak and he couldn't move.
What does this scene look like? Old Zhao remembered the wild boar in his hometown and screamed when he was hunted. However, the more he struggled, the more he became more energetic the villagers who were hunting. He also experienced this feeling of being slaughtered by others today.
After the fifth ejaculation, several girls finally let Lao Zhao go briefly and immersed in the poison of semen. His penis was already weak and thrust, and his glans was slightly red and swollen, especially burning pain in his abdomen.
Lao Zhao heard the baby crying from the next room. The crying sounds were weak and powerless, and he felt anxious: Wen Yin, the child is crying...
Gong Wenyin ignored her and still knelt beside her obsessively and sucked her fingers, which made Lao Zhao feel very heartbroken. She had lost her basic rationality.
Lao Zhao went to another room and picked up the crying baby, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down.
He thought of going downstairs to buy some milk powder, but the men in the community pointed at him, saying that there were some indifferences, such as incest, evil housekeepers, haunted houses, and immortality. All kinds of vicious words came, and some strong men even picked up sticks to beat Lao Zhao to death.
He was so scared that he hurried back home. When he was sure that no one was chasing him, he leaned behind the door and howled loudly.
Finally, Lao Zhao decided to send the baby back to his parents' home, and then returned to his hometown with four women, returning to the remote and almost isolated village.
After getting rid of the shackles of urban steel and concrete, Lao Zhao's mood improved slightly. Although he could not get out of the shadow of the grief of his sons' death, he also recognized some facts and lived as much as he could. He lived his life. He lived a life of stagnation for one more day, and he ignored everything else.
Besides, no matter who is surrounded by a few beautiful girls who are obedient, he will feel a little accomplished. Especially when he sees the single strong man in the same village, his envious look that almost kills him will arouse Lao Zhao's rebellious mentality. He must live a good life in this fairy.
Xia QingYàn's wealth provided Lao Zhao with a stable long-term meal ticket and food and clothing.
However, Lao Zhao’s troubles are that he has to ejaculate three or four times a day to barely supply the amount of women.
After tasting the semen, they will recover from their rationality for about half a day, and will be responsible for handling housework in the next time, barely maintaining the operation of their lives.
The only thing that confused Lao Zhao was that whenever he hugged four naked girls and fell asleep, there was always an ethereal sound in his ears. Lin Jing was shouting something over and over again. He could vaguely hear clearly, but he couldn't hear anything.
Until one night, after he and the four girls were lewd, and when they were about to fall asleep, the sound came into their ears again. This time it was particularly clear, even with a little hurried: Teacher, teacher, please, can you wake up?
Ah……
Old Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked to find that the whole bedroom was particularly bright. He was lying in a strange little room, and there was a girl squatting next to him, which was Lin Jing.
He looked around and his face was full of incredible: Lin Jing, child Ah, I... how could I be here?
Lin Jing wiped her tears and hugged him on his neck, feeling particularly excited: Woo... That's great, the teacher finally woke up, I'm really worried...
Old Zhao was still in a state of confusion, but saw her naked body, and the fishy smell of semen was floating in the air. Combined with this familiar and unfamiliar room, isn’t this the first time he and Lin Jing have sex?
Child Ah, I...what is going on? What am I? Why are you here?
Lin Jing lowered her head shyly: Teacher, it’s all my fault for pestering you. Later, you fell asleep so tired that you fell asleep. As soon as you slept, you slept for several hours. I almost thought... Fortunately, the teacher was fine.
Old Zhao looked at her in disbelief: So, the voice that has been in my ears all the time, it turns out it is you, it turns out it is you!
Lin Jing snuggled obediently on Lao Zhao's chest and murmured softly: Teacher, of course it's me.
In an instant, Lao Zhao thought of a lot. He first reached out and touched the bed board, then Lin Jing's face, including her breasts. The skin felt so real, and there was a living girl Ah in front of him.
He tried hard to look out the window again. It was dusk, and the breeze was pleasant and natural, and the air also had a faint fragrance of soil.
The world in front of you is so real.
But are everything he experienced before and all the love and hate entanglements between him and his daughter-in-law all fake?
Just as Lao Zhao was in chaos, a thick male voice came from downstairs: Jing'er, are you on it?Come down and help your dad carry something.
Lin Jing was a little panicked and lowered her voice and said to Lao Zhao: Oh no, it’s my dad!
Old Zhao was shocked and didn't care whether it was a dream or a reality. He put on his clothes neatly, tidy up, and then walked downstairs.
An honest-looking old man jumped off the tricycle, and when he saw Lao Zhao, his eyes lit up: Oh, isn’t this Teacher Zhao?
Lin Jing quickly interrupted and covered up: Dad, Teacher Zhao specially helped me to tutor... homework.
The old man quickly held Lao Zhao's hand and shook it hard: That's great, Oh, Teacher Zhao, my daughter's academic performance has not fallen for so many years, thanks to your hard work!
Dad Lin Jing, don’t be so polite...
Lao Zhao's face turned slightly red. He had done some hard work on the student just now and hesitated: If nothing is wrong, I will go back first.
Oh, Teacher Zhao, I bought some wine. Why don’t I go together tonight?
No, there are still papers that have not been changed.
After Lao Zhao refused, he rode his 28-bar and went home in a panic. He was eager to prove something, and even ignored the need to hide it. He directly wrote his nervousness on his face, always worried that all this was just a dream.
When he got home, the sun had already set. Lao Zhao saw two cars parked in the courtyard at the door, one was a white SUV and the other was a sharp and exaggerated low sports car. He quickly recognized that it was Zhao Jingcheng and Xia QingYàn's cars.
His heart thumped up, and when he entered the house, his three sons and three daughters-in-law were all inside.
Gong Wenyin was holding the baby in the corner, looking gentle and gentle, while Ouyang Zhen was always keeping the cold, wearing a light gray long windbreaker with a white lace-edged shirt inside, paired with a black skirt and long boots, quietly accompanying Xia QingYàn to watch TV in the living room.
Zhao Qingyi and Zhao Jingcheng were busy in the kitchen, and the smoke overflowed through the door. Zhao Jingxin stood by the coffee table and picked up a bottle of famous wine, boasting about giving Zhao Jingren a popular science year.
Old Zhao stood quietly at the door and finally smiled relievedly. As he smiled laughed, tears flowed out unconsciously. Fortunately, everything that happened before was a dream, it was just a dream.
Several people walked out in unison: Dad, you are back~
Old Zhao laughed and said: I'm back, everything is back.
This reunion dinner was the happiest time for Lao Zhao to have. His eyes were always on Xia QingYàn, swept over Zhao Jingxin from time to time, and looked at Gong Wenyin again. The whole process was very happy and very kind.
After dinner, Lao Zhao picked up his palm fan and stood at the gate to enjoy the cool air. But when he looked up in shock, he suddenly saw two moons hanging in the sky, and the dark night sky had slight shaking like a flash, which looked particularly strange.
Of course he knew what the number of moons represents. After he went to bed with Lin Jing, there would be an extra moon in the sky.
He suddenly became very scared. Is he still in his dream?
Impossible, impossible.
While muttering to himself, he tried hard to slap himself. The noise caused was soon discovered by Zhao Qingyi. She quickly stopped Lao Zhao with a surprised expression: Dad, what's wrong with you, why do you want to hit yourself?
Old Zhao seemed to grab a life-saving straw and pointed at the sky tremblingly: Daughter Ah, tell dad quickly how many months there are in the sky. Please count them carefully, how many are there!
Zhao Qingyi looked at the night sky and said naturally: Dad, there are two moons, what's wrong?
No, no, how could it be two rounds? Don’t you find it strange? You say Ah, Ah!
Zhao Qingyi was startled by him, looked back at the sky, and nodded solemnly: Dad, there are only two moons.
Then why are there two moons? What is the reason!
because……
Zhao Qingyi's eyes were like a touch of death, and he answered mechanically: Because there were two moons.
completion……
Old Zhao's face turned as if dead. He sat dejectedly on the ground, stretched out his palm and tried to hold it tightly, then relaxed, clenched it tightly, and said tremblingly: I was still in my dream, still in my dream, all this is fake...
Zhao Qingyi quickly returned to normal, leaned down and helped him up, and said with a cautious tone: Dad, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Qingyi, okay?
Go away!
He pushed his daughter away angrily, rushed straight to the toilet, closed the door, filled the barrel with water, and then plunged his whole head in, trying to drown himself just like that.
Only death can relieve the dream, and he always believes in this truth.
But Lao Zhao was a person who was afraid of death after all. After only one minute, his entire lung seemed to explode violently. Driven by his strong survival instinct, he stretched out his head and then started coughing wildly.
What's wrong with Dad? Is it okay?Zhao Jingcheng's concern came from outside the door.
After a while, Lao Zhao said in a deep voice: It's okay... I choked on the water.
His eyes completely lost their spirit. After walking out of the toilet, he ignored everyone's worries and returned to the room like a walking corpse. He tilted his head to sleep with the intention of drinking.
Go to sleep, everything will be fine, everything will be a dream...
The next morning, Lao Zhao was suddenly awakened by the sound of the car engine outside the window. He stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, then seemed to realize something, and hurriedly got out of the bed and looked out the window, and saw Zhao Jingcheng carrying Zhao Jingren away from the door.
Jingcheng, Jingren is still there, am I still in my dreams... The scenes of last night came clearly in Lao Zhao's mind, and he closed his eyes in pain.
After finally relieving his sadness, he walked out of the bedroom with a calm face and stopped Gong Wenyin: Where have they been?
Dad, Ah.
Gong Wenyin held the child and said softly: They said they would go to the town to purchase some supplies.
It was indeed the same plot. Old Zhao's lips moved, his whole body was immediately drained, he nodded indifferently, and then sat on the dining table and bit the steamed bun alone.
His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the shadow almost covered half of his face.
After a while, Zhao Qingyi came out of the kitchen and said excitedly to Xia QingYàn: Oh, why don’t we go climbing the mountain? I climbed it a few years ago. There is an abandoned tower on the top of the mountain, which is very mysterious!
Xia QingYàn's eyes lit up: OK OK OK, we are going to form an adventure team!
Well, there is no basketball court nearby anyway, so I'm almost crazy, Xiao Zhen is going to go together, right?Zhao Jingxin followed by the side with her.
Ouyang Zhen nodded slightly: Then let’s go together.
The familiar scene in front of him made Lao Zhao feel absurd. He had experienced a complete experience before, just like watching a shadow puppet. Everyone had ropes lifted and pulled on their heads, interpreting the plot in a straightforward way.
For Lao Zhao, this mountain climbing plot is quite familiar. Zhao Jingxin rushed in the front with a sickle, Zhao Qingyi, Ouyang Zhen and Xia QingYàn walked in the middle, behind Lao Zhao's palace.
When he reached the middle of the mountain, Xia Qing Yàn showed symptoms of fear of high blood as usual and wanted to go back first. Lao Zhao said mechanically: Then I will take Xiao Yàn back, you can continue to move forward.
Several people nodded and left, while Lao Zhao led Xia QingYàn's hands down the mountain like before. His face became more and more serious, and he stared at the old tree roots in the distance.
Sure enough, Xia QingYàn screamed soon, and saw a small snake as thick as a finger wrapped around her ankle. Seeing this, Lao Zhao grabbed the snake's head and threw it away with force, and two red tooth marks appeared on her legs.
Grandpa, is that a snake? I... am I poisoned? What kind of snake is this?
The scene in front of me was so familiar, but Lao Zhao decided to break the cycle and said with a cold face: An ordinary snake is not poisonous, just go back and get some alcohol to treat the wound.
But Xia QingYàn was even more panicked and grabbed Lao Zhao's arm tightly: Grandpa, you are lying to me. This is not an ordinary little snake. I seem to have read it in a book and said that this kind of green little snake is called Zhuyeqing, which is highly toxic. I am afraid, wuwu...
Lao Zhao's face became strange, and then he got rid of some strange thoughts and said in a deep voice: Don't worry, it's absolutely okay. If you are really worried, then go down the mountain with me and I'll ask Jingcheng to take you to the town hospital.
Xia QingYàn still didn't dare to take a step, and silently lowered his head, his face turned red: Grandpa, can you help me?Now you can only save me.
Lao Zhao frowned: How can I help you?
When Xia QingYàn intermittently told the plan to cure snake venom by semen, he was shocked. Why did she reject her repeatedly? She chose the most loopholes in semen, which is the most loophole, to cure snake venom by semen. Is there really a script for all this?
He didn't make a sound for a long time. It was not until Xia QingYàn took off her pants and held her penis with her hand and stroked it back and forth that he wanted to shake her away in panic, with anger: You're crazy, what are you doing, what are you doing!
Grandpa, you can't leave, you must hold your penis in your mouth, and you must swallow your semen at this time.
She made a mechanical sound similar to Zhao Qingyi, opened her lips and directly held the glans. Old Zhao closed his eyes in pain, feeling his penis penetrated into the warm and wet cavity, and felt very uncomfortable inside.
But after a while, he opened his eyes and his face became slightly ferocious: It’s all a dream anyway, so please hold it hard for me to hold it!
He grabbed Xia QingYàn's head and shook his penis hard, fucking it hard as if he was a pussy. Every time he inserted it deep into the girl's throat, choking her and coughing, and her delicate face was ravaged back and forth.
It was also at this time that Lao Zhao's forehead veins swelled, and his face turned pale due to pain. Half of his penis was bitten off, and blood gushed out made Xia QingYàn's entire face covered with a thin blood film. She chewed and showed a innocent smile: Grandpa, what do you think, QingYàn did it right?
You, you...
Old Zhao was so painful that his whole body was trembling. He staggered back, trying to cover his crotch with his hands, but more blood gushed out and could not be stopped.
Xia QingYàn smiled even brighter: Grandpa, not everything in dreams is as you wish. Since you break the rules first, you have to bear the price of nightmare~
As she said that, her whole face gradually turned black, then it grew to five meters high, becoming ferocious and terrifying like a nightmare, and rushed straight towards Lao Zhao.
You, you are a demon, a demon!
Lao Zhao was so scared that he fell off the cliff. The wind roared in his ears. He couldn't open his eyes at all. He could only hear a thud, and his consciousness was not awake.
Time has passed a long time.
When Lao Zhao struggled to get up from the hillside, he saw that it was pitch black around him. It turned out that it was already night.
He looked at his crotch in panic, which was still hard and his penis was intact, and Xia QingYàn was gone.
Where am I... He said to himself, and soon found a timid figure standing behind him. It was Lin Jing. She was holding a wooden board in her hand, with a few nails on it, and a little bloodshot.
And lying at Lin Jing's feet was another woman, Ouyang Zhen.
What's going on here...
The scene in front of him seemed very familiar. In the flash of lightning, Lao Zhao suddenly remembered that night. When he was peeking at Ouyang Zhen taking a bath, she discovered it and was chased to the back mountain. As a result, he tripped to the ground by the stone, and at the same time he heard Ouyang Zhen's screams.
Now it seems that Ouyang Zhen’s scream is caused by Lin Jing.
He walked to Lin Jing in surprise, first looked at the bloody nails on the wooden board, then looked at a complete blood hole on the back of Ouyang Zhen's head, and a cold chill came out from the soles of his feet, his eyes were alert: Did you kill her?
Lin Jing was obviously very scared, and her hand holding the wooden board kept trembling: Teacher, I...I haven't left yet, I just hid there, and then when I saw my sister chasing you, I... But, I really don't know there are nails on the wooden board. Teacher, I didn't mean it, you have to believe me...
Don’t come over, don’t come over!
Lao Zhao was so scared that he stepped back. After scolding her, he calmed down and pretended to be calm: We, um... we buried her first, bury her in the back mountain. Yes, in the back mountain, while no one noticed it now.
I listen to the teacher.Lin Jing nodded quickly and carried the body to the back mountain with Lao Zhao.
Lao Zhao originally wanted to dig a hole and buried it, but his physical strength was really bad. He sat on the ground and gasped until he dug it for a long time.
Lin Jing's face gradually became flat: Teacher, it's okay, go back, I can deal with my sister's body alone.
What do you do?
I slowly dragged it into the mountains and to a place where no one discovered it. It’s okay, I will solve it. Don’t worry, teacher.
Lin Jing's words seemed calm and natural, and there was no fear and helplessness as before. Lao Zhao did not answer immediately, but suddenly turned to the night sky, where there was only a moon.
The moon, there is only one moon!He was both surprised and happy, but he didn't expect that he finally got out of his dreams and finally didn't have to face various nightmare scenes.
Teacher, teacher?
Lin Jing's words pulled Lao Zhao back, and he realized that Ouyang Zhen's cold body was still lying beside him, and his whole body was cold in an instant.
Since people were not killed by themselves, why did they have to go through this muddy water?Lin Jing is indeed a good girl, but if she kills people, she should be punished by law.
Thinking of this, Lao Zhao's face darkened: Well, go ahead, I'll clean up the blood here.
In this way, Lin Jing dragged Ouyang Zhen's body to disappear into the back mountain. After seeing her leave, Lao Zhao staggered back home and shouted in horror: Kill, kill!
The small village was lit up with lights and lights. The muddy country road was full of police cars. The lights were flashing constantly. Countless hunting dogs and police officers rushed into the back mountain, sweeping all suspicious signs.
Only an hour later, the police pressed Lin Jing to the ground.
Xiao Zhen Ah, why, why Ah!Zhao Jingxin hugged Ouyang Zhen and kept wailing, while Zhao Qingyi and Xia QingYàn hugged their heads and cried bitterly. Only Lao Zhao was watching all this sadly, which he could have stopped.
When he and Lin Jing's eyes met, they found that there was a faint sadness in the latter's eyes, and a gentle touch on their lips conveying a brief lip: Teacher, take care of yourself.
Old Zhao avoided her eyes and turned his head to leave.
For him, Ouyang Zhen was killed and Lin Jing was in jail. Some kind of reincarnation seemed to have been broken and everything was back on track.
His scrotum was still as huge as a fist, but he no longer dared to step out of the road of no return. After dealing with Ouyang Zhen's funeral, he drove everyone away and let himself live alone again.
However, the storm is far from calming down so easily.
Some rumors spread from some unknown place, saying that the reason why Lao Zhao was fired from school was because there was a dislike of teachers and students, and that object was Lin Jing.
When the two met in the back mountain, they happened to be caught by their daughter-in-law, so Lao Zhao killed her with a cruel heart, and finally asked the students to take the blame.
The more the rumor is, the wider and wider. Even his son, who is far away in the provincial capital, called to question Lao Zhao. He became speechless, and the relationship between the father and son became more and more tense.
Within two months, a news that shocked Lao Zhao came out, and Lin Jing actually escaped from the detention center.
When Lao Zhao learned this news, a week had passed, and Lin Jing seemed to have disappeared completely.
When he returned to the courtyard after plowing the ground and just entered the mansion, he saw Lin Jing standing in front of him and said with a smile: Teacher, I'm back to see you.
Lin Jing, why are you here... Old Zhao was shocked and took a step back.
Teacher, I'm here to give you a gift.
Lin Jing grabbed a bundle of black hair from the snakeskin bag next to her and lifted it up. It was a bloody woman's head. Her neck was cut flat and blood dripped down ticked.
But Lao Zhao still recognized the woman's identity and said tremblingly: Liu Lingmei, kill her!
It was Liu Lingmei who took photos of Lao Zhao and Lin Jing kissing in the office. Lao Zhao was found a reason to be resigned by the instructor. He could recognize it even if Liu Lingmei turned into ashes.
Teacher, I heard someone talking badly about you in the detention center, so I escaped and went to school to cut off the woman's head. She would never be able to gossip again.
After Lin Jing put the woman's head on the table, she picked up the head of another middle-aged man from the bag. Lao Zhao looked carefully and saw that this was not the director of the teaching?
Teacher, I originally wanted to kill this bitch, but I didn’t expect to be caught by the director of the teaching, so I might as well kill them together.
This, this... Old Zhao is falling into an ice cave. Do you still have to thank Lin Jing for his double killing?
After she placed her two heads on the table, she looked at Lao Zhao hopefully: Teacher, please rest assured, no one found me, we can go far and go to a place where no one found me, okay?
Old Zhao looked at her bloody palm and became terrified: OK, okay, I agree to you all.
Lin Jing suddenly smiled: Well, I'll clean up, it's soon~
Taking advantage of her turn, Old Zhao raised his last bit of strength, staggered out of the door, shouting: Killing someone, Lin Jing is here, the murderer is...uh...
A sharp utility knife suddenly stretched out from his throat, and then slowly shrank back, leaving only a blood hole, and a large amount of blood splattered out.
Old Zhao tried hard to speak, but he couldn't make any sound, so he could only make a murmur of rumbling. He wanted to cover his throat with his palm and block the speed of blood splattering, but his vision in front of him became darker and darker.
A suffocation feeling like a broken bellows came from his lungs. He fell to the ground, his eyelids became more and more tired, and Lin Jing's soft words came from his ears: Teacher, I will commit suicide, and then go to hell with you, there will definitely be no one there to disturb us.
Madman, madman...
Old Zhao was instantly awakening from the bed while he was muttering. He was sweating profusely and gasping for breath, and found that there were still four naked women lying on the bed, which were three daughters-in-law and his daughter.
Did he experience all the dreams just now... At this time, he could no longer tell whether he was still in a dream, but he became more and more afraid of what horrible things would happen in the future.
After he got out of bed, he looked at the blood-red full moon in the night sky. Nothing changed, it was still the same, and it was accompanied by splitting headaches and a strong sense of nausea.
Old Zhao probably figured it out. He must have been trapped in a series of nightmares and could not break free. The blood-red full moon in the sky is the best proof.
But in the next period of time, Lao Zhao lived his own lewd life as he wished, and never whispered, no strange things, no crazy and crazy. Although his daughter-in-law still looked obsessed, they were already very obedient and would not do anything that hurt him.
Maybe I'm thinking too much... Old Zhao muttered to himself.
But he gradually realized a very obvious change in his body, that is, the two scrotums are gradually shrinking, resulting in a significant reduction in the semen produced. He could ejaculate three or four times a day, but now he can only ejaculate once a day, and the amount is quite small.
Nowadays, the daily supply of semen is far from enough for a few women to share, and they have a fierce conflict with each other.
Seeing this, Lao Zhao decided to supply according to the quantity, whoever serves him the best and whoever realizes the most loyal will give him a portion of semen.
Zhao Qingyi took the lead in expressing his attitude: As a daughter, I must be the best for my father. I am still taking care of my father in the hospital. You were all not here at that time. What qualifications are you qualified to enjoy semen?
Ouyang Zhen's face was slightly cold, and his tone was simple and straight to the core: Because I have good bed skills.
Gong Wenyin stroked his plump breasts, full of maternal brilliance: My father-in-law wants to drink my milk every day, and my father-in-law needs me even more.
Xia QingYàn pursed her lips aside, then looked at Lao Zhao: Grandpa, then let me confess, it was Jingcheng and Jingxin I killed, so I treat grandpa the best.
What did you say!Old Zhao pointed at her in horror.
I said, it was Jingcheng and Jingxin that I killed, because since Jingren jumped off the building, my grandfather was always worried and worried, and even hid from us in the nursing home. There was nothing I could do, I could only send someone to kill my elder brother and second brother. Grandpa didn’t have to worry about being known to the truth by his brothers!
Animals...
Lao Zhao felt his chest was extremely stuffy and so angry that he could hardly speak. He shook their snuggles away and laughed angrily: Get out of here, don’t show up in my eyes again, get out, who dares to be here!
He cursed in a series of angrily, scaring several women to flee in a hurry and hide in the room.
After the living room fell into silence, Lao Zhao's vision gradually dissipated, and his chest was violently ups and downs, as if he was self-deprecating and as if he was a low voice: Absurd, ridiculous, lamentable, sad!
Suddenly, a strange female voice came from outside the door: Why, do you regret it?
Old Zhao turned his head and saw Xiao Dai leaning lazily against the door. She had light red hair, wearing a black V-neck mesh perspective skirt, and her slender legs covered with thin black stockings, making her look sexy and enchanting.
What do you regret?
Lao Zhao no longer cared about why Xiao Dai suddenly appeared, and then said with certainty: I don’t regret it.
Xiao Dai smiled charmingly: Old man, do you remember what I told you before? Don’t get close to Tang Wu, but if you don’t listen to your advice, there is nothing you can do, you can only let your three sons go to hell first.
Lao Zhao's pupils shrank slightly: So you did it behind all this?
It is not difficult for me to use a brief plan and use a knife to kill people.
Lao Zhao's eyes became darker a little bit: So that's what it is, it's all my fault.
Xiao Dai walked over slowly, stepped on her sexy legs, and sat on Lao Zhao's legs, and his sexy red lips came to his ears: I killed your three sons, you don't seem to be very angry. Don't you want to eat me?
Lao Zhao, who was already exhausted, became stiff again after being teased by her.
He looked directly at Xiao Dai, his dim eyes no longer shrank as timid as before. Since he could no longer tell whether he was still in his dream, why can't he ravage the little witch in front of him?
Eat, of course you have to eat!
While smiling grimly, Lao Zhao roughly tore off her skirt, pulled off her black silk pantyhose, then skillfully opened her panties, and then stabbed her entire penis into the smooth pussy.
Oh...it hurts so much...but it's quite comfortable...just come~
Xiao Dai's words teasing was like a pair of intense aphrodisiacs, which made Lao Zhao completely fall into madness. He felt that the girl on his body was charming and sexy, the shaking and tender breasts, the willow waist that was holding, the extremely narrow and wriggling vagina, the red lips that were panting and whispering, and the confused and intoxicating eyes that could attract the soul, teasing and seductive nerves in his heart every moment.
He gasped and could not control the frequency of the sperm, as if as long as the little demon sitting on his body twisted his waist slightly, the wet and tight vagina would violently clamp the penis, causing the glans to be stimulated, and then disarmed a large amount of semen.
Since Lao Zhao took the Longyang Fruit, every woman he met can control it under his crotch and fully grasp the initiative. However, only Xiao Dai always maintains the rhythm of sex. At this moment, he actually felt that he had become a stallion responsible for mating and ejaculation, and the semen in his body was constantly disappearing.
After ejaculating seven or eight times, Lao Zhao's abdomen was severely painful, and he realized that his glans was already bleeding. He became extremely frightened and hurriedly pushed Xiao Dai away.
Xiao Dai looked down at the semen and blood flowing between her legs, reached into her mouth and licked it, revealing a charming smile: It tastes okay, but it's just that. Goodbye, I hope we can see you again~
Well……
Lao Zhao had no time to pay attention to her, covered her abdomen and lay on the sofa in pain, feeling a faint pain in her testicles.
There was a lot of noise in the living room. After a while, a few naked women could not control the temptation of the floating semen smell, and rushed out and knelt on the ground and licked Lao Zhao's penis.
You, you... Old Zhao didn't even have the strength to speak, so he let them play with it.
However, after they had been tinkering for a long time, no semen flowed out of the glans anymore. After Xiao Dai's extreme semen squeezed, Lao Zhao's inventory was completely deficient and even injured his kidney source.
At this moment, Gong Wenyin took out a pair of scissors from somewhere and cut off the connection part of the scrotum quickly. Two scrotums fell to the ground, and all the yellow and red things inside flowed out.
Ah！
Old Zhao covered his crotch with pain, glared at him, and watched several women scramble to compete for their testicles on the ground.
Gong Wenyin became more and more crazy. When she saw Xia QingYàn holding a testicle in her hand, the tip of the scissors was inserted directly into her chest.
puff
Xia Qing fell to the ground in pain, and the white testicle in her hand also rolled to the ground.
Gong Wenyin immediately knelt forward, trying to grab it, Ouyang Zhen, on the other side, coldly picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and smeared it to his eldest daughter-in-law's throat. Blood splashed a graceful arc in the air.
The two of them twitched and curled up on the ground, moaning unconsciously in their mouths, and blood stained the entire living room red.
When Ouyang Zhen and Zhao Qingyi each finished eating a testicle, their mouths were covered with blood and they were alert to each other.
But suddenly, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and when they looked at Lao Zhao, their eyes became more and more wrong, as if they gradually became calm from the obsessed love of the past, with vague struggle, confusion, shock and pain.
The first person to speak was Zhao Qingyi. She looked around blankly and murmured to herself: I...what have we done, Dad, why do I do this...
Ouyang Zhen looked at the two girls who fell to the ground. The death was extremely terrifying. She covered her face and cried: Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I don't know, I don't know anything!
Old Zhao's lower body was severely painful, and excessive blood loss made his lips turn white, but his survival instinct still made him speak hard: Hurry, daughter, take me to the hospital...
Lao Zhao's voice recalled Ouyang Zhen's reason. She stared at Lao Zhao with resentment: All this is because of you, yes, it's all your reasons, it's you!
She grabbed the fruit knife on the ground and stabbed Lao Zhao in the abdomen, but was blocked by Zhao Qingyi. Lao Zhao watched the tip of the knife penetrate into his daughter's chest.
Wow!
Zhao Qingyi gritted her teeth and grabbed the hilt of the knife tightly, refusing to let her pull it out and commit crimes, and she fell next to Lao Zhao.
Daughter, Daughter Ah!Old Zhao was much older. He cried loudly and quickly helped his daughter up.
Zhao Qingyi's face became pale. She looked at her father, with no hatred in her eyes, only a faint relief, and many bloodshots coughed out from the corners of her mouth, saying intermittently: Dad, before... you asked me why... there are so many moons... I can... tell you now... cough cough... because... this world... has never been real...
As soon as she finished speaking, Ouyang Zhen, who had lost his mind, picked up another pair of scissors and wanted to stab Lao Zhao in the chest again. He was so scared that he could dodge. The scissors only stabbed into his shoulders, and blood flowed out.
Hide, let you hide!Ouyang Zhen quickly pulled out the scissors and wanted to stab Lao Zhao in the chest again.
Old Zhao had no choice but to avoid it. Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, Lin Jing appeared behind Ouyang Zhen, picked up the shovel and waved it hard to her temple. Ouyang Zhen's broken kite fell to the ground, unconscious.
Teacher, don't be afraid, I'm here.
Lao Zhao opened his eyes and realized that the person who came to save him was Lin Jing. He breathed a sigh of relief: Lin Jing, it's you, okay, okay.
But Lin Jing smiled strangely. She picked up a small bottle of gasoline from the side and poured it directly on Lao Zhao and her.
Old Zhao's hands and feet became cold, and she splashed the remaining gasoline on every corner of the living room. She could no longer say anything and looked at everything dejectedly.
He probably understood.
When Lin Jing picked up the match, lit it gracefully, and showed her last bright smile at him: Teacher, we are finally relieved.
The hot flames rushed towards him, and Lao Zhao was instantly in the sea of fire.
Ah！
Fireworks slashed every skin of his body like steel nails. He wailed and struggled in pain, his limbs twisted everywhere, and his skin became yellow and bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then pus flowed out and carbonized into leather-like eschar.
His eyes were roasted into holes, his lungs were covered with burning thick fog, and his body began to twitch with weakness.
At the last moment before his death, Lao Zhao heard some crying from afar in his mind:
Doctor, come and save grandpa, he is no longer breathing!
Dad, you must hold on to Ah, we are all around you!
over
His limbs were twisted into strange shapes, his eyes wide open, his orifices were bleeding, and he returned to silence after a long time of convulsion.
Old Zhao leaned in front of the window, looking at the horror scene in front of him, wanting to shout but can't say a word, just feel dizzy, and his eyes are dark and falling backwards.
When he woke up again, the house had become lively. The youngest son was lying quietly in the ice coffin, surrounded by wreaths, and white clothes and white cloth were everywhere. There were endless people coming to the house. The two brothers Zhao Jingcheng's eyes were red and they were silently entertaining the crowd.
Lao Zhao's eyes remained on the ice coffin, his fingers trembled, and he gently stroked the edge of the coffin mouth. Suddenly, the cold air froze into his bones. His little son's horror and despair repeatedly appeared in his mind, and his heart became even more sad. It was him who killed his little son, and he was the murderer.
Tears were rolling in his eyes. After he wiped it, he found that the men in the entire mourning hall were staring at him silently, disgust, doubt, rejection, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined, deeply stinging Lao Zhao's fragile heart.
After he reluctantly said a few words, he returned to the bedroom tremblingly and closed the door gently.
After a while, Zhao Qingyi walked in quietly and sat beside Lao Zhao and accompanied him without saying a word.
Lao Zhao took the lead in speaking: How long have I been asleep after fainting?
Dad, you have been sleeping for two days, and my brother almost wants to take you to the hospital...
Yeah?
Old Zhao felt more and more that the world in front of him was unreal and the narrative line was full of weirdness, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't find anything wrong.
He turned his head, but saw his daughter biting her lips, and his eyes were aimed at his crotch from time to time. He became angry in an instant. He slapped her hard and shouted: "Damn it!"When is it, you are still thinking about these things!
Zhao Qingyi's tears fell down and she lowered her head and cried: Dad, I know, but... Qingyi felt so uncomfortable. I have endured it for a long time, I was wrong.
You're crazy, let it go!
However, Lao Zhao could no longer use his strength, so he let her untie her crotch and then leaned down and sucked.
At this moment, Lao Zhao's face became even more haggard.
Three days later, the body of his youngest son was sent to the funeral home for cremation. After the cremation, Zhao Jingcheng insisted on putting his urn in a corner of his home.
This made Lao Zhao feel even more guilty. He stood in front of his youngest son's ashes and was reluctant to eat and eat all day long.
And this family is getting colder and colder.
Xia QingYàn sat on the sofa and stared at Lao Zhao in a daze. When no one noticed, she lifted the edge of her skirt up little by little. Her fair legs were exposed, and she was not wearing underwear. Although Ouyang Zhen was with Zhao Jingxin, she would occasionally sneak a glance at Lao Zhao, and her desire could hardly hide.
Old Zhao turned his head in amazement, and saw Gong Wenyin in the kitchen also blushed in the corner, reaching her hands into her skirt to grop.
The pathological actions presented by everyone made him even more sad, and he felt a little fear in his heart. Is this retribution?If the two sons knew the truth about their ashes, would they die?
After thinking of this possibility, Lao Zhao's face became more and more determined. He must not let this happen. He wants to try to save everything.
Jingcheng, take me to a nursing home. The farther the better. I don’t want to live at home anymore.
Zhao Jingcheng raised his face that had lost his spirit and looked a little confused: Dad, what's wrong?
I am tired, tired, and I don’t have much life anymore. Let me spend it alone in a nursing home. I’m really fed up.
Gong Wenyin didn't care about the slightly messy dress and rushed out: No, no!
Xia QingYàn and Ouyang Zhen also persuaded each other, which surprised the two brothers Zhao Jingcheng and Zhao Jingxin. Finally, under Lao Zhao's strong request, Zhao Jingcheng reluctantly agreed.
In order to avoid the long nights and dreams, he was reluctant to even pack his clothes and pulled Zhao Jingcheng straight out of the door.
After arriving at the entrance of the nursing home, Lao Zhao patted his eldest son on the shoulder and said earnestly: Everything in the family will be left to you in the future.
Dad, we will come to see you often, don’t worry.
Although he knew that Zhao Jingcheng said this a little against his will, and the disgust in his eldest son's eyes was easily captured by Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao still shook his head firmly: Remember, don't come to me, I won't see anyone, just contact me by phone if you have any questions. Do you understand?
For Zhao Jingcheng, his father's request was naturally extremely happy, so he nodded quickly: I understand, I understand, dad, then I'll leave first.
Old Zhao watched his eldest son leave, and then slowly walked into the nursing home.
He lives in a small room in a corner, and his daily routine is very regular. He gets up early in the morning to play Tai Chi, drink tea, play chess with the elderly, and occasionally helps to clean the courtyard. He lives a very leisurely life every day.
Gradually, he had gotten rid of the bad habit of masturbating every day, and the desire that came like a tide was fading away little by little. Except for the moon hanging high in the night sky every night, it was still as bright as before, everything seemed to be getting better.
But the peaceful life was suddenly broken.
The dean walked into the room and said to Lao Zhao with complicated eyes: Alas, Lao Zhao Ah, something happened at your home.
What's up?Lao Zhao took off his reading glasses and put down his heavy history books.
The director had been thinking for a while and shook his head: Otherwise... you might as well go to the Third Hospital of the City, and your children will come to pick you up later.
Old Zhao sank, and an ominous omen surged into his heart.
The waiting time was quite painful until Zhao Qingyi appeared in front of Lao Zhao and hugged his back crying: Dad... Woo... Big brother and second brother and the others... They...
Lao Zhao was even more panicked: Don’t cry, what’s wrong with them?
They...they were stabbed in the bar!Woo... My second brother lost too much blood and died before getting into the ambulance. My eldest brother... My eldest brother is still in the hospital for rescue...
Buzz!
Old Zhao's steps became heavy. He bit his tongue hard and prevented himself from fainting. After a long silence, he whispered: Hurry, take me to the hospital.
The emergency room of the hospital was quite dim, and the crowds around him turned into unrecognizable ghostly talismans, dancing wildly in the sky, crying, laughing and cursing all lingering beside Lao Zhao. He felt extremely irritable. He finally waited until the doctor came out, but he waited for a cold word: Zhao Jingcheng's family, we have done our best, please feel sorry for me.
After hearing this, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground again.
……
Old Zhao was awakened by a strange sucking sound. He found himself lying in the room at home, and the girls around him were all surrounded by Gong Wenyin, Zhao Qingyi, Xia QingYàn and Ouyang Zhen, but they were all naked, crawling and sucking the semen flowing out of their glans.
His throat was as dry as fire, his limbs were weak and he couldn't move.
What does this scene look like? Old Zhao remembered the wild boar in his hometown and screamed when he was hunted. However, the more he struggled, the more he became more energetic the villagers who were hunting. He also experienced this feeling of being slaughtered by others today.
After the fifth ejaculation, several girls finally let Lao Zhao go briefly and immersed in the poison of semen. His penis was already weak and thrust, and his glans was slightly red and swollen, especially burning pain in his abdomen.
Lao Zhao heard the baby crying from the next room. The crying sounds were weak and powerless, and he felt anxious: Wen Yin, the child is crying...
Gong Wenyin ignored her and still knelt beside her obsessively and sucked her fingers, which made Lao Zhao feel very heartbroken. She had lost her basic rationality.
Lao Zhao went to another room and picked up the crying baby, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down.
He thought of going downstairs to buy some milk powder, but the men in the community pointed at him, saying that there were some indifferences, such as incest, evil housekeepers, haunted houses, and immortality. All kinds of vicious words came, and some strong men even picked up sticks to beat Lao Zhao to death.
He was so scared that he hurried back home. When he was sure that no one was chasing him, he leaned behind the door and howled loudly.
Finally, Lao Zhao decided to send the baby back to his parents' home, and then returned to his hometown with four women, returning to the remote and almost isolated village.
After getting rid of the shackles of urban steel and concrete, Lao Zhao's mood improved slightly. Although he could not get out of the shadow of the grief of his sons' death, he also recognized some facts and lived as much as he could. He lived his life. He lived a life of stagnation for one more day, and he ignored everything else.
Besides, no matter who is surrounded by a few beautiful girls who are obedient, he will feel a little accomplished. Especially when he sees the single strong man in the same village, his envious look that almost kills him will arouse Lao Zhao's rebellious mentality. He must live a good life in this fairy.
Xia QingYàn's wealth provided Lao Zhao with a stable long-term meal ticket and food and clothing.
However, Lao Zhao’s troubles are that he has to ejaculate three or four times a day to barely supply the amount of women.
After tasting the semen, they will recover from their rationality for about half a day, and will be responsible for handling housework in the next time, barely maintaining the operation of their lives.
The only thing that confused Lao Zhao was that whenever he hugged four naked girls and fell asleep, there was always an ethereal sound in his ears. Lin Jing was shouting something over and over again. He could vaguely hear clearly, but he couldn't hear anything.
Until one night, after he and the four girls were lewd, and when they were about to fall asleep, the sound came into their ears again. This time it was particularly clear, even with a little hurried: Teacher, teacher, please, can you wake up?
Ah……
Old Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked to find that the whole bedroom was particularly bright. He was lying in a strange little room, and there was a girl squatting next to him, which was Lin Jing.
He looked around and his face was full of incredible: Lin Jing, child Ah, I... how could I be here?
Lin Jing wiped her tears and hugged him on his neck, feeling particularly excited: Woo... That's great, the teacher finally woke up, I'm really worried...
Old Zhao was still in a state of confusion, but saw her naked body, and the fishy smell of semen was floating in the air. Combined with this familiar and unfamiliar room, isn’t this the first time he and Lin Jing have sex?
Child Ah, I...what is going on? What am I? Why are you here?
Lin Jing lowered her head shyly: Teacher, it’s all my fault for pestering you. Later, you fell asleep so tired that you fell asleep. As soon as you slept, you slept for several hours. I almost thought... Fortunately, the teacher was fine.
Old Zhao looked at her in disbelief: So, the voice that has been in my ears all the time, it turns out it is you, it turns out it is you!
Lin Jing snuggled obediently on Lao Zhao's chest and murmured softly: Teacher, of course it's me.
In an instant, Lao Zhao thought of a lot. He first reached out and touched the bed board, then Lin Jing's face, including her breasts. The skin felt so real, and there was a living girl Ah in front of him.
He tried hard to look out the window again. It was dusk, and the breeze was pleasant and natural, and the air also had a faint fragrance of soil.
The world in front of you is so real.
But are everything he experienced before and all the love and hate entanglements between him and his daughter-in-law all fake?
Just as Lao Zhao was in chaos, a thick male voice came from downstairs: Jing'er, are you on it?Come down and help your dad carry something.
Lin Jing was a little panicked and lowered her voice and said to Lao Zhao: Oh no, it’s my dad!
Old Zhao was shocked and didn't care whether it was a dream or a reality. He put on his clothes neatly, tidy up, and then walked downstairs.
An honest-looking old man jumped off the tricycle, and when he saw Lao Zhao, his eyes lit up: Oh, isn’t this Teacher Zhao?
Lin Jing quickly interrupted and covered up: Dad, Teacher Zhao specially helped me to tutor... homework.
The old man quickly held Lao Zhao's hand and shook it hard: That's great, Oh, Teacher Zhao, my daughter's academic performance has not fallen for so many years, thanks to your hard work!
Dad Lin Jing, don’t be so polite...
Lao Zhao's face turned slightly red. He had done some hard work on the student just now and hesitated: If nothing is wrong, I will go back first.
Oh, Teacher Zhao, I bought some wine. Why don’t I go together tonight?
No, there are still papers that have not been changed.
After Lao Zhao refused, he rode his 28-bar and went home in a panic. He was eager to prove something, and even ignored the need to hide it. He directly wrote his nervousness on his face, always worried that all this was just a dream.
When he got home, the sun had already set. Lao Zhao saw two cars parked in the courtyard at the door, one was a white SUV and the other was a sharp and exaggerated low sports car. He quickly recognized that it was Zhao Jingcheng and Xia QingYàn's cars.
His heart thumped up, and when he entered the house, his three sons and three daughters-in-law were all inside.
Gong Wenyin was holding the baby in the corner, looking gentle and gentle, while Ouyang Zhen was always keeping the cold, wearing a light gray long windbreaker with a white lace-edged shirt inside, paired with a black skirt and long boots, quietly accompanying Xia QingYàn to watch TV in the living room.
Zhao Qingyi and Zhao Jingcheng were busy in the kitchen, and the smoke overflowed through the door. Zhao Jingxin stood by the coffee table and picked up a bottle of famous wine, boasting about giving Zhao Jingren a popular science year.
Old Zhao stood quietly at the door and finally smiled relievedly. As he smiled laughed, tears flowed out unconsciously. Fortunately, everything that happened before was a dream, it was just a dream.
Several people walked out in unison: Dad, you are back~
Old Zhao laughed and said: I'm back, everything is back.
This reunion dinner was the happiest time for Lao Zhao to have. His eyes were always on Xia QingYàn, swept over Zhao Jingxin from time to time, and looked at Gong Wenyin again. The whole process was very happy and very kind.
After dinner, Lao Zhao picked up his palm fan and stood at the gate to enjoy the cool air. But when he looked up in shock, he suddenly saw two moons hanging in the sky, and the dark night sky had slight shaking like a flash, which looked particularly strange.
Of course he knew what the number of moons represents. After he went to bed with Lin Jing, there would be an extra moon in the sky.
He suddenly became very scared. Is he still in his dream?
Impossible, impossible.
While muttering to himself, he tried hard to slap himself. The noise caused was soon discovered by Zhao Qingyi. She quickly stopped Lao Zhao with a surprised expression: Dad, what's wrong with you, why do you want to hit yourself?
Old Zhao seemed to grab a life-saving straw and pointed at the sky tremblingly: Daughter Ah, tell dad quickly how many months there are in the sky. Please count them carefully, how many are there!
Zhao Qingyi looked at the night sky and said naturally: Dad, there are two moons, what's wrong?
No, no, how could it be two rounds? Don’t you find it strange? You say Ah, Ah!
Zhao Qingyi was startled by him, looked back at the sky, and nodded solemnly: Dad, there are only two moons.
Then why are there two moons? What is the reason!
because……
Zhao Qingyi's eyes were like a touch of death, and he answered mechanically: Because there were two moons.
completion……
Old Zhao's face turned as if dead. He sat dejectedly on the ground, stretched out his palm and tried to hold it tightly, then relaxed, clenched it tightly, and said tremblingly: I was still in my dream, still in my dream, all this is fake...
Zhao Qingyi quickly returned to normal, leaned down and helped him up, and said with a cautious tone: Dad, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Qingyi, okay?
Go away!
He pushed his daughter away angrily, rushed straight to the toilet, closed the door, filled the barrel with water, and then plunged his whole head in, trying to drown himself just like that.
Only death can relieve the dream, and he always believes in this truth.
But Lao Zhao was a person who was afraid of death after all. After only one minute, his entire lung seemed to explode violently. Driven by his strong survival instinct, he stretched out his head and then started coughing wildly.
What's wrong with Dad? Is it okay?Zhao Jingcheng's concern came from outside the door.
After a while, Lao Zhao said in a deep voice: It's okay... I choked on the water.
His eyes completely lost their spirit. After walking out of the toilet, he ignored everyone's worries and returned to the room like a walking corpse. He tilted his head to sleep with the intention of drinking.
Go to sleep, everything will be fine, everything will be a dream...
The next morning, Lao Zhao was suddenly awakened by the sound of the car engine outside the window. He stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, then seemed to realize something, and hurriedly got out of the bed and looked out the window, and saw Zhao Jingcheng carrying Zhao Jingren away from the door.
Jingcheng, Jingren is still there, am I still in my dreams... The scenes of last night came clearly in Lao Zhao's mind, and he closed his eyes in pain.
After finally relieving his sadness, he walked out of the bedroom with a calm face and stopped Gong Wenyin: Where have they been?
Dad, Ah.
Gong Wenyin held the child and said softly: They said they would go to the town to purchase some supplies.
It was indeed the same plot. Old Zhao's lips moved, his whole body was immediately drained, he nodded indifferently, and then sat on the dining table and bit the steamed bun alone.
His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the shadow almost covered half of his face.
After a while, Zhao Qingyi came out of the kitchen and said excitedly to Xia QingYàn: Oh, why don’t we go climbing the mountain? I climbed it a few years ago. There is an abandoned tower on the top of the mountain, which is very mysterious!
Xia QingYàn's eyes lit up: OK OK OK, we are going to form an adventure team!
Well, there is no basketball court nearby anyway, so I'm almost crazy, Xiao Zhen is going to go together, right?Zhao Jingxin followed by the side with her.
Ouyang Zhen nodded slightly: Then let’s go together.
The familiar scene in front of him made Lao Zhao feel absurd. He had experienced a complete experience before, just like watching a shadow puppet. Everyone had ropes lifted and pulled on their heads, interpreting the plot in a straightforward way.
For Lao Zhao, this mountain climbing plot is quite familiar. Zhao Jingxin rushed in the front with a sickle, Zhao Qingyi, Ouyang Zhen and Xia QingYàn walked in the middle, behind Lao Zhao's palace.
When he reached the middle of the mountain, Xia Qing Yàn showed symptoms of fear of high blood as usual and wanted to go back first. Lao Zhao said mechanically: Then I will take Xiao Yàn back, you can continue to move forward.
Several people nodded and left, while Lao Zhao led Xia QingYàn's hands down the mountain like before. His face became more and more serious, and he stared at the old tree roots in the distance.
Sure enough, Xia QingYàn screamed soon, and saw a small snake as thick as a finger wrapped around her ankle. Seeing this, Lao Zhao grabbed the snake's head and threw it away with force, and two red tooth marks appeared on her legs.
Grandpa, is that a snake? I... am I poisoned? What kind of snake is this?
The scene in front of me was so familiar, but Lao Zhao decided to break the cycle and said with a cold face: An ordinary snake is not poisonous, just go back and get some alcohol to treat the wound.
But Xia QingYàn was even more panicked and grabbed Lao Zhao's arm tightly: Grandpa, you are lying to me. This is not an ordinary little snake. I seem to have read it in a book and said that this kind of green little snake is called Zhuyeqing, which is highly toxic. I am afraid, wuwu...
Lao Zhao's face became strange, and then he got rid of some strange thoughts and said in a deep voice: Don't worry, it's absolutely okay. If you are really worried, then go down the mountain with me and I'll ask Jingcheng to take you to the town hospital.
Xia QingYàn still didn't dare to take a step, and silently lowered his head, his face turned red: Grandpa, can you help me?Now you can only save me.
Lao Zhao frowned: How can I help you?
When Xia QingYàn intermittently told the plan to cure snake venom by semen, he was shocked. Why did she reject her repeatedly? She chose the most loopholes in semen, which is the most loophole, to cure snake venom by semen. Is there really a script for all this?
He didn't make a sound for a long time. It was not until Xia QingYàn took off her pants and held her penis with her hand and stroked it back and forth that he wanted to shake her away in panic, with anger: You're crazy, what are you doing, what are you doing!
Grandpa, you can't leave, you must hold your penis in your mouth, and you must swallow your semen at this time.
She made a mechanical sound similar to Zhao Qingyi, opened her lips and directly held the glans. Old Zhao closed his eyes in pain, feeling his penis penetrated into the warm and wet cavity, and felt very uncomfortable inside.
But after a while, he opened his eyes and his face became slightly ferocious: It’s all a dream anyway, so please hold it hard for me to hold it!
He grabbed Xia QingYàn's head and shook his penis hard, fucking it hard as if he was a pussy. Every time he inserted it deep into the girl's throat, choking her and coughing, and her delicate face was ravaged back and forth.
It was also at this time that Lao Zhao's forehead veins swelled, and his face turned pale due to pain. Half of his penis was bitten off, and blood gushed out made Xia QingYàn's entire face covered with a thin blood film. She chewed and showed a innocent smile: Grandpa, what do you think, QingYàn did it right?
You, you...
Old Zhao was so painful that his whole body was trembling. He staggered back, trying to cover his crotch with his hands, but more blood gushed out and could not be stopped.
Xia QingYàn smiled even brighter: Grandpa, not everything in dreams is as you wish. Since you break the rules first, you have to bear the price of nightmare~
As she said that, her whole face gradually turned black, then it grew to five meters high, becoming ferocious and terrifying like a nightmare, and rushed straight towards Lao Zhao.
You, you are a demon, a demon!
Lao Zhao was so scared that he fell off the cliff. The wind roared in his ears. He couldn't open his eyes at all. He could only hear a thud, and his consciousness was not awake.
Time has passed a long time.
When Lao Zhao struggled to get up from the hillside, he saw that it was pitch black around him. It turned out that it was already night.
He looked at his crotch in panic, which was still hard and his penis was intact, and Xia QingYàn was gone.
Where am I... He said to himself, and soon found a timid figure standing behind him. It was Lin Jing. She was holding a wooden board in her hand, with a few nails on it, and a little bloodshot.
And lying at Lin Jing's feet was another woman, Ouyang Zhen.
What's going on here...
The scene in front of him seemed very familiar. In the flash of lightning, Lao Zhao suddenly remembered that night. When he was peeking at Ouyang Zhen taking a bath, she discovered it and was chased to the back mountain. As a result, he tripped to the ground by the stone, and at the same time he heard Ouyang Zhen's screams.
Now it seems that Ouyang Zhen’s scream is caused by Lin Jing.
He walked to Lin Jing in surprise, first looked at the bloody nails on the wooden board, then looked at a complete blood hole on the back of Ouyang Zhen's head, and a cold chill came out from the soles of his feet, his eyes were alert: Did you kill her?
Lin Jing was obviously very scared, and her hand holding the wooden board kept trembling: Teacher, I...I haven't left yet, I just hid there, and then when I saw my sister chasing you, I... But, I really don't know there are nails on the wooden board. Teacher, I didn't mean it, you have to believe me...
Don’t come over, don’t come over!
Lao Zhao was so scared that he stepped back. After scolding her, he calmed down and pretended to be calm: We, um... we buried her first, bury her in the back mountain. Yes, in the back mountain, while no one noticed it now.
I listen to the teacher.Lin Jing nodded quickly and carried the body to the back mountain with Lao Zhao.
Lao Zhao originally wanted to dig a hole and buried it, but his physical strength was really bad. He sat on the ground and gasped until he dug it for a long time.
Lin Jing's face gradually became flat: Teacher, it's okay, go back, I can deal with my sister's body alone.
What do you do?
I slowly dragged it into the mountains and to a place where no one discovered it. It’s okay, I will solve it. Don’t worry, teacher.
Lin Jing's words seemed calm and natural, and there was no fear and helplessness as before. Lao Zhao did not answer immediately, but suddenly turned to the night sky, where there was only a moon.
The moon, there is only one moon!He was both surprised and happy, but he didn't expect that he finally got out of his dreams and finally didn't have to face various nightmare scenes.
Teacher, teacher?
Lin Jing's words pulled Lao Zhao back, and he realized that Ouyang Zhen's cold body was still lying beside him, and his whole body was cold in an instant.
Since people were not killed by themselves, why did they have to go through this muddy water?Lin Jing is indeed a good girl, but if she kills people, she should be punished by law.
Thinking of this, Lao Zhao's face darkened: Well, go ahead, I'll clean up the blood here.
In this way, Lin Jing dragged Ouyang Zhen's body to disappear into the back mountain. After seeing her leave, Lao Zhao staggered back home and shouted in horror: Kill, kill!
The small village was lit up with lights and lights. The muddy country road was full of police cars. The lights were flashing constantly. Countless hunting dogs and police officers rushed into the back mountain, sweeping all suspicious signs.
Only an hour later, the police pressed Lin Jing to the ground.
Xiao Zhen Ah, why, why Ah!Zhao Jingxin hugged Ouyang Zhen and kept wailing, while Zhao Qingyi and Xia QingYàn hugged their heads and cried bitterly. Only Lao Zhao was watching all this sadly, which he could have stopped.
When he and Lin Jing's eyes met, they found that there was a faint sadness in the latter's eyes, and a gentle touch on their lips conveying a brief lip: Teacher, take care of yourself.
Old Zhao avoided her eyes and turned his head to leave.
For him, Ouyang Zhen was killed and Lin Jing was in jail. Some kind of reincarnation seemed to have been broken and everything was back on track.
His scrotum was still as huge as a fist, but he no longer dared to step out of the road of no return. After dealing with Ouyang Zhen's funeral, he drove everyone away and let himself live alone again.
However, the storm is far from calming down so easily.
Some rumors spread from some unknown place, saying that the reason why Lao Zhao was fired from school was because there was a dislike of teachers and students, and that object was Lin Jing.
When the two met in the back mountain, they happened to be caught by their daughter-in-law, so Lao Zhao killed her with a cruel heart, and finally asked the students to take the blame.
The more the rumor is, the wider and wider. Even his son, who is far away in the provincial capital, called to question Lao Zhao. He became speechless, and the relationship between the father and son became more and more tense.
Within two months, a news that shocked Lao Zhao came out, and Lin Jing actually escaped from the detention center.
When Lao Zhao learned this news, a week had passed, and Lin Jing seemed to have disappeared completely.
When he returned to the courtyard after plowing the ground and just entered the mansion, he saw Lin Jing standing in front of him and said with a smile: Teacher, I'm back to see you.
Lin Jing, why are you here... Old Zhao was shocked and took a step back.
Teacher, I'm here to give you a gift.
Lin Jing grabbed a bundle of black hair from the snakeskin bag next to her and lifted it up. It was a bloody woman's head. Her neck was cut flat and blood dripped down ticked.
But Lao Zhao still recognized the woman's identity and said tremblingly: Liu Lingmei, kill her!
It was Liu Lingmei who took photos of Lao Zhao and Lin Jing kissing in the office. Lao Zhao was found a reason to be resigned by the instructor. He could recognize it even if Liu Lingmei turned into ashes.
Teacher, I heard someone talking badly about you in the detention center, so I escaped and went to school to cut off the woman's head. She would never be able to gossip again.
After Lin Jing put the woman's head on the table, she picked up the head of another middle-aged man from the bag. Lao Zhao looked carefully and saw that this was not the director of the teaching?
Teacher, I originally wanted to kill this bitch, but I didn’t expect to be caught by the director of the teaching, so I might as well kill them together.
This, this... Old Zhao is falling into an ice cave. Do you still have to thank Lin Jing for his double killing?
After she placed her two heads on the table, she looked at Lao Zhao hopefully: Teacher, please rest assured, no one found me, we can go far and go to a place where no one found me, okay?
Old Zhao looked at her bloody palm and became terrified: OK, okay, I agree to you all.
Lin Jing suddenly smiled: Well, I'll clean up, it's soon~
Taking advantage of her turn, Old Zhao raised his last bit of strength, staggered out of the door, shouting: Killing someone, Lin Jing is here, the murderer is...uh...
A sharp utility knife suddenly stretched out from his throat, and then slowly shrank back, leaving only a blood hole, and a large amount of blood splattered out.
Old Zhao tried hard to speak, but he couldn't make any sound, so he could only make a murmur of rumbling. He wanted to cover his throat with his palm and block the speed of blood splattering, but his vision in front of him became darker and darker.
A suffocation feeling like a broken bellows came from his lungs. He fell to the ground, his eyelids became more and more tired, and Lin Jing's soft words came from his ears: Teacher, I will commit suicide, and then go to hell with you, there will definitely be no one there to disturb us.
Madman, madman...
Old Zhao was instantly awakening from the bed while he was muttering. He was sweating profusely and gasping for breath, and found that there were still four naked women lying on the bed, which were three daughters-in-law and his daughter.
Did he experience all the dreams just now... At this time, he could no longer tell whether he was still in a dream, but he became more and more afraid of what horrible things would happen in the future.
After he got out of bed, he looked at the blood-red full moon in the night sky. Nothing changed, it was still the same, and it was accompanied by splitting headaches and a strong sense of nausea.
Old Zhao probably figured it out. He must have been trapped in a series of nightmares and could not break free. The blood-red full moon in the sky is the best proof.
But in the next period of time, Lao Zhao lived his own lewd life as he wished, and never whispered, no strange things, no crazy and crazy. Although his daughter-in-law still looked obsessed, they were already very obedient and would not do anything that hurt him.
Maybe I'm thinking too much... Old Zhao muttered to himself.
But he gradually realized a very obvious change in his body, that is, the two scrotums are gradually shrinking, resulting in a significant reduction in the semen produced. He could ejaculate three or four times a day, but now he can only ejaculate once a day, and the amount is quite small.
Nowadays, the daily supply of semen is far from enough for a few women to share, and they have a fierce conflict with each other.
Seeing this, Lao Zhao decided to supply according to the quantity, whoever serves him the best and whoever realizes the most loyal will give him a portion of semen.
Zhao Qingyi took the lead in expressing his attitude: As a daughter, I must be the best for my father. I am still taking care of my father in the hospital. You were all not here at that time. What qualifications are you qualified to enjoy semen?
Ouyang Zhen's face was slightly cold, and his tone was simple and straight to the core: Because I have good bed skills.
Gong Wenyin stroked his plump breasts, full of maternal brilliance: My father-in-law wants to drink my milk every day, and my father-in-law needs me even more.
Xia QingYàn pursed her lips aside, then looked at Lao Zhao: Grandpa, then let me confess, it was Jingcheng and Jingxin I killed, so I treat grandpa the best.
What did you say!Old Zhao pointed at her in horror.
I said, it was Jingcheng and Jingxin that I killed, because since Jingren jumped off the building, my grandfather was always worried and worried, and even hid from us in the nursing home. There was nothing I could do, I could only send someone to kill my elder brother and second brother. Grandpa didn’t have to worry about being known to the truth by his brothers!
Animals...
Lao Zhao felt his chest was extremely stuffy and so angry that he could hardly speak. He shook their snuggles away and laughed angrily: Get out of here, don’t show up in my eyes again, get out, who dares to be here!
He cursed in a series of angrily, scaring several women to flee in a hurry and hide in the room.
After the living room fell into silence, Lao Zhao's vision gradually dissipated, and his chest was violently ups and downs, as if he was self-deprecating and as if he was a low voice: Absurd, ridiculous, lamentable, sad!
Suddenly, a strange female voice came from outside the door: Why, do you regret it?
Old Zhao turned his head and saw Xiao Dai leaning lazily against the door. She had light red hair, wearing a black V-neck mesh perspective skirt, and her slender legs covered with thin black stockings, making her look sexy and enchanting.
What do you regret?
Lao Zhao no longer cared about why Xiao Dai suddenly appeared, and then said with certainty: I don’t regret it.
Xiao Dai smiled charmingly: Old man, do you remember what I told you before? Don’t get close to Tang Wu, but if you don’t listen to your advice, there is nothing you can do, you can only let your three sons go to hell first.
Lao Zhao's pupils shrank slightly: So you did it behind all this?
It is not difficult for me to use a brief plan and use a knife to kill people.
Lao Zhao's eyes became darker a little bit: So that's what it is, it's all my fault.
Xiao Dai walked over slowly, stepped on her sexy legs, and sat on Lao Zhao's legs, and his sexy red lips came to his ears: I killed your three sons, you don't seem to be very angry. Don't you want to eat me?
Lao Zhao, who was already exhausted, became stiff again after being teased by her.
He looked directly at Xiao Dai, his dim eyes no longer shrank as timid as before. Since he could no longer tell whether he was still in his dream, why can't he ravage the little witch in front of him?
Eat, of course you have to eat!
While smiling grimly, Lao Zhao roughly tore off her skirt, pulled off her black silk pantyhose, then skillfully opened her panties, and then stabbed her entire penis into the smooth pussy.
Oh...it hurts so much...but it's quite comfortable...just come~
Xiao Dai's words teasing was like a pair of intense aphrodisiacs, which made Lao Zhao completely fall into madness. He felt that the girl on his body was charming and sexy, the shaking and tender breasts, the willow waist that was holding, the extremely narrow and wriggling vagina, the red lips that were panting and whispering, and the confused and intoxicating eyes that could attract the soul, teasing and seductive nerves in his heart every moment.
He gasped and could not control the frequency of the sperm, as if as long as the little demon sitting on his body twisted his waist slightly, the wet and tight vagina would violently clamp the penis, causing the glans to be stimulated, and then disarmed a large amount of semen.
Since Lao Zhao took the Longyang Fruit, every woman he met can control it under his crotch and fully grasp the initiative. However, only Xiao Dai always maintains the rhythm of sex. At this moment, he actually felt that he had become a stallion responsible for mating and ejaculation, and the semen in his body was constantly disappearing.
After ejaculating seven or eight times, Lao Zhao's abdomen was severely painful, and he realized that his glans was already bleeding. He became extremely frightened and hurriedly pushed Xiao Dai away.
Xiao Dai looked down at the semen and blood flowing between her legs, reached into her mouth and licked it, revealing a charming smile: It tastes okay, but it's just that. Goodbye, I hope we can see you again~
Well……
Lao Zhao had no time to pay attention to her, covered her abdomen and lay on the sofa in pain, feeling a faint pain in her testicles.
There was a lot of noise in the living room. After a while, a few naked women could not control the temptation of the floating semen smell, and rushed out and knelt on the ground and licked Lao Zhao's penis.
You, you... Old Zhao didn't even have the strength to speak, so he let them play with it.
However, after they had been tinkering for a long time, no semen flowed out of the glans anymore. After Xiao Dai's extreme semen squeezed, Lao Zhao's inventory was completely deficient and even injured his kidney source.
At this moment, Gong Wenyin took out a pair of scissors from somewhere and cut off the connection part of the scrotum quickly. Two scrotums fell to the ground, and all the yellow and red things inside flowed out.
Ah！
Old Zhao covered his crotch with pain, glared at him, and watched several women scramble to compete for their testicles on the ground.
Gong Wenyin became more and more crazy. When she saw Xia QingYàn holding a testicle in her hand, the tip of the scissors was inserted directly into her chest.
puff
Xia Qing fell to the ground in pain, and the white testicle in her hand also rolled to the ground.
Gong Wenyin immediately knelt forward, trying to grab it, Ouyang Zhen, on the other side, coldly picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and smeared it to his eldest daughter-in-law's throat. Blood splashed a graceful arc in the air.
The two of them twitched and curled up on the ground, moaning unconsciously in their mouths, and blood stained the entire living room red.
When Ouyang Zhen and Zhao Qingyi each finished eating a testicle, their mouths were covered with blood and they were alert to each other.
But suddenly, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and when they looked at Lao Zhao, their eyes became more and more wrong, as if they gradually became calm from the obsessed love of the past, with vague struggle, confusion, shock and pain.
The first person to speak was Zhao Qingyi. She looked around blankly and murmured to herself: I...what have we done, Dad, why do I do this...
Ouyang Zhen looked at the two girls who fell to the ground. The death was extremely terrifying. She covered her face and cried: Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I don't know, I don't know anything!
Old Zhao's lower body was severely painful, and excessive blood loss made his lips turn white, but his survival instinct still made him speak hard: Hurry, daughter, take me to the hospital...
Lao Zhao's voice recalled Ouyang Zhen's reason. She stared at Lao Zhao with resentment: All this is because of you, yes, it's all your reasons, it's you!
She grabbed the fruit knife on the ground and stabbed Lao Zhao in the abdomen, but was blocked by Zhao Qingyi. Lao Zhao watched the tip of the knife penetrate into his daughter's chest.
Wow!
Zhao Qingyi gritted her teeth and grabbed the hilt of the knife tightly, refusing to let her pull it out and commit crimes, and she fell next to Lao Zhao.
Daughter, Daughter Ah!Old Zhao was much older. He cried loudly and quickly helped his daughter up.
Zhao Qingyi's face became pale. She looked at her father, with no hatred in her eyes, only a faint relief, and many bloodshots coughed out from the corners of her mouth, saying intermittently: Dad, before... you asked me why... there are so many moons... I can... tell you now... cough cough... because... this world... has never been real...
As soon as she finished speaking, Ouyang Zhen, who had lost his mind, picked up another pair of scissors and wanted to stab Lao Zhao in the chest again. He was so scared that he could dodge. The scissors only stabbed into his shoulders, and blood flowed out.
Hide, let you hide!Ouyang Zhen quickly pulled out the scissors and wanted to stab Lao Zhao in the chest again.
Old Zhao had no choice but to avoid it. Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, Lin Jing appeared behind Ouyang Zhen, picked up the shovel and waved it hard to her temple. Ouyang Zhen's broken kite fell to the ground, unconscious.
Teacher, don't be afraid, I'm here.
Lao Zhao opened his eyes and realized that the person who came to save him was Lin Jing. He breathed a sigh of relief: Lin Jing, it's you, okay, okay.
But Lin Jing smiled strangely. She picked up a small bottle of gasoline from the side and poured it directly on Lao Zhao and her.
Old Zhao's hands and feet became cold, and she splashed the remaining gasoline on every corner of the living room. She could no longer say anything and looked at everything dejectedly.
He probably understood.
When Lin Jing picked up the match, lit it gracefully, and showed her last bright smile at him: Teacher, we are finally relieved.
The hot flames rushed towards him, and Lao Zhao was instantly in the sea of fire.
Ah！
Fireworks slashed every skin of his body like steel nails. He wailed and struggled in pain, his limbs twisted everywhere, and his skin became yellow and bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then pus flowed out and carbonized into leather-like eschar.
His eyes were roasted into holes, his lungs were covered with burning thick fog, and his body began to twitch with weakness.
At the last moment before his death, Lao Zhao heard some crying from afar in his mind:
Doctor, come and save grandpa, he is no longer breathing!
Dad, you must hold on to Ah, we are all around you!
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