Chapter 645: : Seriously, I'm serious

The entire garden villa area is built on the hillside.
This mountain is called Garden Mountain.
In front of Huayuan Mountain is a small hill with almost no elevation. After dozens of seconds, the terrain will slowly increase.
To put it simply, this villa area is built at the foot of the Garden Hill, extending back two hundred meters, which is the top of the mountain.
Standing on the highest point of the Garden Hill, you don’t need to work too hard, just by lowering your head, you can see what is happening in the bedroom through the window of the second bedroom of the villa.
In fact, in order to prevent people from coming to the mountain during the night and peeping at the private life of the owners below, the property management company in the villa area deliberately isolated it with barbed wire around the mountain and sent a pair of security guards to patrol the mountain.
Neither the barbed wire nor the security guards could stop Helan Fu Su Neng from standing here.
Look down.
Helan Fusu came to Qingshan an hour earlier than Li Nanfang.
When security guard Liu was going to listen to the wall secretly, he saw it.
Then, it is natural to see the scene where Ultraman pushed Yue Zitong to the window.
If he is a dick, he will definitely think about it when he sees that very fragrant scene.
Helan Fusu can't.
He has only deep sorrow.
Originally, he had already picked up a stone and was about to let Old Liu faint inexplicably, but Li Nanfang appeared.
Without looking at Li Nanfang's face, just relying on his back and jumping over the iron fence in the backyard, Helan Fusu could be sure that it was him.
Li Nanfang suddenly appeared here, and for Helan Fusu, there was nothing strange.
Just because he can appear here, Jing Hongming asked him to come.
Jing Hongming was still worried about Li Nanfang. After learning that Helan Xiaoxin tortured Yue Zitong so much, he would kill her in rage.
That's why Helan Fusu came to Qingshan, appeared on the mountain behind, and saw everything that had happened and was happening.
He can't move.
When Li Nanfang didn't want to kill Helan Xiaoxin, Helan Fusu could only watch, not only couldn't stop it, but he didn't even show up—this was what Jing Hongming specially asked when he let him come to Qingshan.
Of course, Helan Fusu could go against Jing Hongming's meaning.
But then, Helan Xiaoxin was dead.
Helan Xiaoxin's ugliness can be shown to Yue Zitong, to Li Nanfang, or even to everyone in the world, but Dudu will not let her brother know.
If Helan helped Suzhen to stop him, Helan Xiaoxin would only commit suicide.
No one, no language, can tell Helan Fusu's current mood, how painful it is.
He saw with his own eyes how his sister, who was alive, was torturing the girl he was pursuing so hard.
Fortunately, Helan Xiaoxin is his own sister. If someone else is changed, he will definitely rush to kill her in the first place!
Helan Xiaoxin and Yue Zitong are regarded by Helan Fusu as the two most important women in their lives.
By the way, the sister who loved him so much and died for him, turned out to be such a black belly.
Seeing her sister being pressed there rudely by Li Nanfang and making a stern scream, the corner of Helan Fusu's eyes kept jumping.
Can only endure.
For Helan Xiaoxin to survive.
Can't bear to look again.
Helan helped Su slightly swing his head and looked at the master bedroom of the villa.
There were no lights in the master bedroom, it was dark, as if there was no one in it.
Helan Fusu knew that there was someone inside. The girl he had been pursuing for so many years should be lying on the bed, crying silently.
Helan helped Su closed his eyes and slowly sat cross-legged on the icy ground, his sister and Yue Zitong constantly appeared in front of him.
Helan Xiaoxin's screams stopped.
The buzzing of the tattoo machine stopped.
There was a clear breath in the second bedroom that was originally full of wine.
Even the best tattoo artist will bleed when he tattoos someone.
After all, a tattoo is not about a child sticking a sticky picture on the body, but piercing the skin with a needle.
But what is certain is that Li Nanfang, a guest tattoo artist, is not qualified at all.
For example, when tattooing, the tip of the needle only needs to penetrate into the flesh by half a millimeter, but Li Nanfang's piercing is at least twice as deep, making such a beautiful buttocks and horrible.
This can't be blamed on the new sister's screams.
The torture was finally over, and Helan Xiaoxin collapsed to the ground like a mud, closed his eyes, motionless.
The feeling of lying on the ground with the shackles on the neck is definitely not too good.
She couldn't care about it, she just wanted to fall asleep, hoping that when she woke up, she realized that it was just a dream.
nightmare.
After torturing a beautiful and lively beauty into this way, Li Nanfang didn't feel any sense of success.
On the contrary, he—he couldn't bear it.
His indecisive character is his biggest flaw.
Only after staring at the bed full of props and recalling the torture of Yue Zitong, Li Nanfang felt much better.
With a soft sound, Li Nanfang slammed the shaver into the redwood shackles and said lightly: "If you really don't want to accept this reality, you can use it to cut your veins and commit suicide. You can die without worry. , I promise that before dawn, no one will bother you and you will slowly die."
The eyes in Ultraman's headgear opened slowly, and Helan Xiaoxin actually laughed, and said weakly: "Li Nanfang, you should kill me. Otherwise, you will always regret it."
"Do you think I just stabbed a snake on you, even if I let you go?"
The woman's mouth was hard, dispelling the unbearable feeling in Li Nanfang's heart. She squatted down with a sneer, pinched the handle of the shaving knife with her left hand, and pulled Altman's headgear with her right hand.
Helan Xiaoxin's pale, sweaty face can be seen clearly under the light.
Although her face was ugly to the extreme, she looked very embarrassed, but there was no fear.
Li Nanfang was a little surprised. He really didn't understand how this woman was so confident, thinking that he could only pay for the crime she committed by stabbing a snake in the ass.
But soon it was relieved.
In the eyes of people like Helan Xiaoxin, other people's lives are like grass, but they regard their own lives as the most precious thing in the world.
No matter how much crime she committed or how many people she killed, it was nothing.
And she was forced to put on the shackles and was stabbed with a snake on her ass, but it was a punishment that was worse than when the sky fell.
Therefore, she thought that she had made atonement, and no one had any more reason to hurt her.
In that case, why should she be scared anymore?
Why don't you be a bachelor, like a who has been abused to the point where his head is bleeding, but he still lights his nose, saying that you have a seed waiting here, I'll call someone, I can't kill you, what am I? Take your last name!
It's just Helan Xiaoxin's bachelor, as Li Nanfang took her hair with his left hand, and slowly stuck the shaving knife in his right hand on her forehead, it collapsed.
"You, what are you doing?"
"Guess."
Li Nanfang made a few gestures back and forth on Helan Xiaoxin's face with the back of the shaving knife, got up and walked to the dressing table.
There are many tattoo samples in the small drawer of the dressing table.
The big one can cover a person's back.
The small ones are small bees, spiders, scorpions and the like.
After seeing Li Nanfang pick out the tattoo papers of two spiders, Helan Xiaoxin suddenly understood, and squawked: "You, there is more to be done?"
"It's not over."
Li Nanfang turned around, spit at her, and cursed: "I'm! Your sister, do you think Lao Tzu is playing a game with you? Please be serious, I'm serious."
"Li Nanfang, you bastard! If you dare to hurt a vellus hair on my face, I will kill your whole family----ah!"
After realizing that Li Nanfang was going to paint on her face, Helan Xiaoxin was a dead soul, hissing and cursing. Just about to get up, Li Nanfang dashed over and kicked her in the stomach.
Immediately, the woman shrank into a ball again and stopped scolding.
Li Nanfang hates this kind of stupid youth who is restrained and dare to play bachelors.
Obviously it has been slaughtered, but still clamoring that I am going to kill your whole family. Isn't it a stupid, what is it?
Concubine Zhan is like this, but he changed her mouth and burst into a mess in the most despicable way.
Helan Xiaoxin is like this again.
In Yue Zitong's house, what's going on with her ---- pay attention to influence.
But one thing is for sure, even if Li Nanfang loses if he doesn't pack Helan Xiaoxin until he urinates.
Don't torture beautiful women too easily.
In order to prevent Helan Xiaoxin from going to extremes and committing suicide again, Li Nanfang pinched her chin, took a black bud from the bed and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Originally, I was going to let you go. But you seem to be very dissatisfied, and you have to force me to make a black hand. There is no way, I can only fulfill you."
Li Nanfang sneered silently, ignoring the strong protest in Helan Xiaoxin's eyes.
No, it is pleading.
A plea from the heart.
If it is said that the snow-white and elastic buttocks were vilified by Li Nanfang, Helan Xiaoxin only had the desire to die.
Then, she would rather die, no matter how she died, she didn't want this face, and was also stabbed with an ugly spider.
The more beautiful a woman is, the more she cherishes her face and loves her life.
After a beautiful and charming beauty suddenly becomes ugly, it is definitely better to die than life.
So Helan Xiaoxin begged Li Nanfang to kill her, and don't damage God's masterpiece.
"Are you really regretting it now? Shouldn't you put those stupid, cruel words to me?"
Li Nanfang took a piece of spider tattoo paper and gestured everywhere on Helan Xiaoxin's face.
Helan Xiaoxin's mouth was blocked, his hands were handcuffed, only nodding desperately.
"Is it better to die than to make this face ugly?"
Li Nanfang finally chose a position for the spider.
It was at the center of Helan Xiaoxin's forehead.
The woman nodded again.
"late."
Li Nan spoke expressionlessly, took a centipede, and placed it horizontally on the new sister's left eyebrow.
Helan Xiaoxin nodded or shook his head anymore, just stared at Li Nanfang, his eyes were extremely vicious.
The pleading is invalid, why do you need to ask again?
"Yes. You should look at me with this look. This is the Helan Xiaoxin I admire. No matter how ugly his face is, he is still a hero in my heart. How beautiful is it like the poor ghost just now? It's just a walking dead with no personality."
Li Nanfang was talking in his mouth, his hands kept moving, and soon he covered his beautiful face with tattoo paper that he was satisfied with.
Hum!
The slight hum of the tattoo machine shook the air again.
Seeing the needle tip pressed down, the bitterness in Helan Xiaoxin's eyes turned into pleading again.
For the last time, she hoped that Li Nanfang could regard her as his woman and not damage this face.
Li Nanfang didn't care, he just sneered, letting the sharp needle point scream and pierce her temple skin.
As soon as the tingling came, Helan Xiaoxin rolled his eyes and passed out.
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