Chapter 1283 Qin Qiao vs Zhan Qing

Chapter 1285

Qiaoqiao felt the pain in her wrist.

She looked at the bloodstains around her wrist, which were oozing blood.

Qiaoqiao pulled a corner of the quilt and wiped it on her wrist.

The snow-white quilt immediately turned red.

Qiaoqiao curled the corner of her lips and slowly lifted the quilt to show Heiyu.

Qiaoqiao knew that Heiyu would be extremely excited when he saw blood.

Sure enough, on the screen, Heiyu's hand that was tearing the diary stopped.

"Heiyu, don't you just want me? If you beat me, I'll be yours."

"If you lose, I want your life. Don't bother with it anymore. How about one-time?"

Qiaoqiao's jaw floated faintly. She wanted Heiyu to taste what pain was.

"If you're a man, just respond. You're just waiting for me to say this!"

Qiaoqiao looked at the diary in Heiyu's hand. It was written by Uncle Jiu one stroke at a time.

Every word there was cherished by Qiaoqiao.

She couldn't allow anyone to destroy it. Heiyu was looking for death.

Looking at the torn diaries, Qiaoqiao's heart was burning with fire.

"Little thing, do you think you know me well?"

An invisible door opened, and Heiyu walked out from inside, wearing a black nightgown.

With his silver-gray hair, he was extremely charming.

Heiyu always wore black clothes, but the place where he lived must be all white.

This extreme contrast of black and white is a serious psychological disease.

Qiaoqiao looked at Heiyu Ming holding the torn diaries in his hand, and in his other hand, he was holding a lighter.

Qiaoqiao screamed "ah", but this scream did not make a sound, but a mute sound.

Her body was slightly bent, not because she wanted to bend, but because she couldn't stand up straight because of the pain.

The fire in her chest burned her and hurt everywhere, fuck...

"Heiyu, your mother... If you dare to burn it, I, Xi Qiao, will not want this life, I will kill you."

At this moment, Qiaoqiao didn't want anything else, just wanted Heiyu, the pervert, to die.

At this moment, Qiaoqiao finally understood what Heiyu meant by that sentence.

"Little thing, do you think you know me well?"

Heiyu didn't want her now, but wanted to torture her.

What he couldn't get had to be destroyed, this was Heiyu's usual practice.

He wanted to destroy himself and Uncle Jiu...

He was a fucking lunatic.

Qiaoqiao thought of what her brother had told her, that Heiyu's brother died at Uncle Jiu's hands.

Heiyu watched his brother fall down in front of him.

"Zhan Qing's handwriting is so beautiful."

Heiyu played with the lighter in his hand, holding a handful of torn diaries.

Looking at the top one, there was a bloodthirsty excitement in the feminine eyes.

"The 296th day of Qiaoqiao's absence..."

Heiyu shook his head while reading, and his evil and charming look was like Satan from hell.

With the breath of death, it was gloomy and terrifying.

Qiaoqiao looked at Heiyu with a pair of fiery eyes.

"I went to buy flowers today, and the girl who was selling flowers praised me for being handsome again.

She also explained to me that she simply thought I was handsome, and there was no other meaning.

She said that a new flower was introduced today, called Acacia plum, which comes in many colors.

Acacia plum, a nice name, I asked for a bunch of white ones, which looked pretty good.

The girl said that it could be paired with some lover grass, which would make it look better, and I said okay.

In fact, I didn't want to pair it with anything else, but when I heard the word "lover", I paired it with it.