Chapter 1186: Heart is black

"Well!"
Qian Damao's entire mouth was blocked. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't change it. The head in her mouth kept stirring. The smelly thing made him want to spit it out, but he was blocked by her head, and she could do nothing but whine.
His eyes began to roll back, and white saliva came out of the corner of his mouth.
Something in the ears could not hear the sound of the outside world, everything became hazy, and his mind became trance, just as Qian Damao was desperate because of it, he suddenly found himself recovering his ability to move.
He didn’t even open his eyes, he pushed hard, but he found that he didn’t push anything. When he opened his eyes, all the people who should have existed disappeared, and Li Guihua couldn’t see them. The vaguely applauded faces are gone.
He turned around and glanced at it. It was still the bar. The music in his ear was still the kind of violent music when he first came in. There was no slight change, as if nothing had happened just now.
Qian Damao can't tell which is true and that is illusory. He stepped on the steps, the feeling of weak feet, so that every step of him seemed to step on cotton.
All the scenes in front of him were the same as what he had seen when he first came in. What appeared again before him was the huge black curtain, even the things in front were the same.
Qian Damao still didn’t see who the person in the photo was, but he felt something in his heart. It’s like a labyrinth where he can’t escape. No matter what he does, he can only stay in this labyrinth. Stopped.
He was terrified, and the feeling of fear from the heart caused this feeling. He turned around and started running in the bar, but after one circle after another, he would still see this black curtain and portraits after countless circles. , His tears could not help but flow out.
Panicked but unable to escape again, tortured him to kneel holding his head.
"Don't! Don't be like this, why, what the is this place!?" Qian Daomao shouted nonstop, pale, and I scratched his face.
"Husband?"
Another soft cry, before seeing anyone, Qian Damao's tense nerves, had already prompted him to think of the constantly stretched face.
He didn't dare to turn around at all, and he started to run wildly. That beautiful face that would become very ugly in the end, he didn't want to see it again.
It was just this bar that he was destined to escape, causing him to see the back of that ecstasy again after a lap.
He walked over step by step, and his voice was already crying: "How can you let me go... I am really not your husband, my wife Li Guihua is not as beautiful as you."
The beautiful Li Guihua turned around, and his face changed back to the previous one, but the expression was extremely indifferent. Looking at the money and hair was like looking at his enemies: "Husband, how can you say such a thing? Isn’t it too much for you to say this? I love you so much. Haven’t you treated me so well before? Why did you suddenly become like this?"
Qian Damao thumped down and knelt down, he didn’t want to try again, the taste of being put into his mouth by the smelly she head, watching a peerless beauty slowly become so ugly in front of him, just Think about him and spit it out.
"Please, please let me go, let me go, I am wrong, I am really wrong, you are not my wife, I do not love you." Qian Damao said sadly: "As long as you can let me go Pass me, I will do whatever you say!"
Li Guihua smiled, as if an iceberg suddenly melted and became so tender: "Really? Husband seems to you that you still love it. Since you are willing to do anything for me, let me see your heart." Right..."
Qian Daomao, who was kneeling on the ground, was still thinking about how to prove that he didn't love her, and his figure moved towards Li Guihua uncontrollably, with panic in his eyes, and his hands kept on the ground. Scratching up, but could not stop his body from moving towards Li Guihua.
"Husband..." The smile on Li Guihua's face became more intense, like a blooming rose, revealing the fascination and charm of people: "Come on, let me see your heart..."
When Qian Damao wanted to resist, Li Guihua had already bent down, stretched out his right hand and pressed his left xiong mouth, and then began to twist hard, very hard.
Painful screams came out of Qian Damao’s mouth. He stretched out his hand and held Li Guihua’s slender arm, trying to stretch his arm away. Unfortunately, no matter how he did Li Guihua’s hand The lines are not moving.
"what!"
Li Guihua exerted his strength again, and his xiong bore a huge mouth suddenly. His beating heart was unobstructed. Even when Qian Damao bowed his head, he could still see his own heart beating.
"Her husband, this is your heart. Let me see if your heart is beating because of me." Li Guihua smiled like a ghost. Her hand pressed hard again and immediately held Qian Damao's heart.
Then she began to force Qian Damoo's heart out, and Qian Damao's mouth screamed loudly. The more miserable he saw him, the happier the smile in Li Guihua's mouth.
In the end, Li Guihua completely removed Qian Damao’s heart, which was still beating and even connected to his blood vessels.
"Her husband, let me see if your heart is because I am beating." Li Guihua's face gradually came close to the heart, and his eyes became very eager.
In front of Qian Da Mao's face, she began to use her head to touch his heart, as if she was tasting delicious delicacies. At the same time, her mouth couldn't help saying: "Her husband, your heart is so dark, there are so many in it. It smells bad, but it doesn’t matter. I like it very much."
The pain has disappeared, but the inner torture has multiplied. Qian Damao's mouth opened, his eyes widened, his eyes full of fear, and his hands began to move slowly towards his heart, as if he wanted to put his heart back in again.
However, before he could put his heart back in, Li Guihua's face had changed. She roared and yelled at Qian Dao: "You are not in my heart at all..."
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