I can really play with it

Chapter 265 Black Despair
The man surnamed Wang was shocked when he saw these eyes.

Is this the look an 8 year old should be showing?
For some reason, those eyes made him a little creepy.

But it was only for a moment, because then the horror was replaced by anger.

He stretched out his hand involuntarily, wanting to slap him across the face, but was caught by a black-skinned man with quick eyes and quick hands.

"what are you doing?!"

Only then did the man surnamed Wang react.

If this is really a slap, it will be a bad thing.

He withdrew his hand.

In the process of raising her hand, Xiaoqian didn't move at all, it seemed that even if the slap fell, she would not have the slightest reaction.

"Let's go, it won't be good when someone comes."

The dark-skinned man persuaded.

But the more the man surnamed Wang thought about it, the more angry he became, and he always felt that he couldn't forget it.

He looked around again, and finally locked on the gate of Xiaoqian's house.

Or in other words, the painting on the gate.

Since Xiaoqian stood in front, the painting was not attacked by the red wine juice.

It still maintains its colorful "vitality".

It was in stark contrast to the chaos on the entire third floor.

But the man surnamed Wang stretched out his hand, and the target was this painting.

He violently tore the painting off.

The fragile transparent glue has no resistance.

He held the painting in his hands, which was ugly in a mess.

It was then ruthlessly torn in half.

After tearing it in half, spread it together and tear it again, this time it is four pieces.

Then throw it on the ground.

The red wine liquid on the ground quickly adhered to it, polluting the colorful colors on the painting into black red within a few seconds.

Only then did the man surnamed Wang feel more comfortable.

He raised his head to look at Xiaoqian, only to find that the unyielding expression on Xiaoqian's face had disappeared.

In its place was a kind of sluggishness.

This is a kind of sluggishness when the beloved thing is destroyed in an instant and then there is no time to react.

My painting.
Xiaoqian couldn't help squatting down.

Reach out to pick it up.

But before my little hand could reach it, the four petal fragments of the painting were trampled on by a big foot.

Qianqian tried to rescue her work from under this big foot.

But the big foot seemed to have sensed her thoughts, and when it rolled back, the pieces of drawing paper also moved back.

Because the ground was covered with shards of glass, the flimsy pieces of paper fell apart as they were moved.

The characters that only Qianqian can recognize are gradually distorted, separated, and finally broken under this big foot.

Just like that late night a few years ago, what I saw was my broken father.

Her inner strength was also shattered.

"Brother, Mom, Teacher Fang"

Xiaoqian finally made a sound.

It's just that the words became choked and blurred after they came out of the throat.

As blurred as her vision.

"don't want."

She finally burst into tears.

"I'm dying of laughter, so this is your weakness, such an ugly painting hahahaha!

The sword mound is worthy of being a sword mound, a painting can make you cry like this! "

The man surnamed Wang laughed so loudly that he almost burst into tears.

He even found that every time he stepped on it hard, the child seemed to cooperate with him, crying harder.

So much fun, so much fun!

The man surnamed Wang felt better than ever.

"Let's go quickly, stop playing, the crying will attract other people in this building."

The dark-skinned man was a little anxious.

For some reason, he had a strong sense of foreboding, which was so strong that it made his heart skip a beat.

"Play the last 30 seconds, it's so fucking fun!"

Lin Qi went to the supermarket outside to buy some daily necessities.

Just when he was carrying a big plastic bag to the vicinity of Tongzilou.

He suddenly felt he heard something.

This is crying?

Lin Qi suddenly felt a little blocked for no reason.

He mobilized his hearing senses to the maximum, and finally made the voice a little clearer.

This voice is Qianqian?

Is it her?
Lin Qi was not sure, because he had never heard Qianqian cry.

No, this is Qianqian's voice.

Before Shen Yan came back at this point, Qianqian cried like this again.

What a big deal!

Lin Qi finally came to his senses.

He threw the things in his hand on the ground, and his whole body rushed towards the stairs of the Tongzilou like an arrow from the string.

From the first floor to the third floor, Lin Qi only took 5 seconds.

Come to the third floor.

He found two strange men standing at the door on the third floor, one was near the door and the other was near the stairs, the one near the door was laughing wildly, with one foot kept rolling on the ground, as if he was doing something that excited him Thing, the guy near the stairs was a little uneasy inside.

The floor of the third floor was full of glass shards and red liquid, which was initially identified as red wine.

The door was ajar, and the painting on the door was gone. Qianqian squatted on the ground and cried loudly, barefoot, with small wounds cut by glass shards on her feet, red wine juice marks all over her body, and at the same time, her little hands were groping for something on the ground. There is a danger of being cut by glass shards at any time. Is the painting that Xiaoqian is stepping on under the man's feet?

This is all the information that Lin Qi captured within a second of coming to the third floor.

His brain was already running at full power.

At this time, the two strange men had just discovered their existence, and they seemed very surprised, as if they didn't see where they came from at all.

"It was an accident, an accident"

The dark-skinned man seemed to be explaining something.

But Lin Qi could no longer care about what he was talking about at this time.

Because he discovered a very terrible thing.

The results of the insight show that Qianqian's emotional color at this time is pure black, which means-endless despair.

Why did Lin Qi feel terrible, because this kind of despair was worse than the despair she felt when she first met Qin Yiran on the day of the earthquake!
Lin Qiguang felt palpitations even as an insight.

Qin Yiran took a long time to recover that day with his help.

What about Qianqian at this time?
She is still an 8-year-old child.
Lin Qi could no longer care about what happened here.

His only thought now is to save his favorite sister!
Lin Qi stepped forward, like pulling hay, and pushed the man who was taller than himself in front of him a few meters away.

The man surnamed Wang only felt a huge force sweeping over him, and then he fell on the sill of the stairs.

He was completely stunned, not knowing what happened.

Lin Qi squatted down and raised Qianqian's head, which was looking down at the ground.

"Qianqian, I'm brother, I'm back, can you hear me?"

Lin Qi called her softly.

But her eyes were empty.

His eyes were not focused on Lin Qi's face at all.

"Who are you?!"

The man surnamed Wang who fell to the ground shouted loudly.

Lin Qi ignored him, and now all his attention was on Qianqian.

In the results of the insight, the rich black despair has not weakened at all.

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