I'm not a theatre god

The night is getting darker.

The pitch-black sky was like a giant beast from the abyss, crawling over the dimly lit city.

squeak——

Zong Wen opened the door. There was no light in the dim room. The faint starlight cast his shadow on the expensive carpet, and he walked slowly into the room...

He did not turn on the light, but lit a wisp of candlelight, lighting the glass candles placed on the table and bedside. The orange firelight dizzy the dark room, with a hint of fun in the hazy atmosphere, like a looming The gauze is draped over the girl's body.

Zong Wen casually picked up a glass-like cup and opened the cap of the red wine bottle. The scarlet and intoxicating liquid poured into the candlelight, rolling and flowing into his palm.

Wearing a red nightgown and holding red wine, he stood by the dim window, overlooking the brightly lit city...

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was as drunk as a king standing among the world of mortals.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a light knock on the door.

"Come in." He said calmly.

As the door opened, she walked slowly into the room wearing a black dress. She faced Zong Wen's direction and closed the door behind her naturally with her hands.

Zong Wen turned sideways in front of the window. On his drunken cheeks, a pair of greedy and lustful eyes stared at Liu Qingyan, as if he was peeling apart a perfect work of art with his eyes.

He walked towards Liu Qingyan step by step, his red nightgown swaying lightly in the dim candlelight, and he slowly raised the remaining red wine he had just drank in his hand.

"Drink a little?" He made his voice as gentle as possible, like a kind old father.

Liu Qingyan stood there calmly. In the flickering candlelight, her appearance became more and more alluring, like a cold angel fallen into the mortal world, making people want to ravage her.

"I don't want to drink this."

"Don't want to drink? It doesn't matter..."

Zong Wen shrugged, put the wine glass in his hand back on the table, raised one hand and began to tease Liu Qingyan's black hair, a smile appeared on his drunken old face.

"Do you know? You are really beautiful...not the kind of cuteness, nor the coquettishness. You have your own temperament...The first time I saw you, I knew you were not one of those rouge-style people. The powder can be compared.

Your figure, your appearance, your dancing... You are a born superstar. It would be a pity if you died in that Liu Town... As long as you are given a chance to let everyone see you, I believe you will eventually One day, she will stand above everyone else and become the goddess that everyone dreams of! "

As Zong Wen spoke, his red face became more and more excited. He grabbed Liu Qingyan's thin shoulders with both hands, and his whole body was almost close to her ear:

"I want to personally send you to that position, the position that belongs to you! Let you become the goddess that everyone is looking for!

But the premise is that you must belong to me... and only to me. "

Zongwen smiled and added,

"Like a heartfelt dog."

Liu Qingyan looked calmly at the old faces that were so close and still smelled like wine, and slowly closed her eyes... Her slender eyelashes were closed in the candlelight. She stood there, like a cold and cold woman. Stunning black dress puppet.

Seeing this scene, the evil fire in Zong Wen's heart became even more intense. As if the girl had completely given up resistance, he grinned and rushed towards Liu Qingyan's body, trying to push her directly onto the sofa!

But the next moment, his body suddenly froze in place as if he was electrocuted!

Zong Wen's eyes widened unconsciously. He lowered his head in surprise and found a slender palm pressed against his chest at some point... It was Liu Qingyan's hand.

For some reason, Zong Wen felt as if electricity was flowing through his body. His limbs didn't feel like his own, and his whole body was frozen in place like a sculpture.

At the same time... Liu Qingyan's eyes slowly opened.

When those black glass-like pupils were exposed to the air, the temperature of the room dropped suddenly, and Liu Qingyan's whole temperament changed. An indescribable feeling of coldness and trembling emanated from the hem of her black skirt. open……

The dim candlelight swayed silently, but the atmosphere of ambiguity was gone. At this moment, in Zong Wen's eyes, the originally beautiful girl's face seemed to come from the underworld, which made his heart tremble.

"You...you actually..." Zong Wen seemed to have thought of something and looked at Liu Qingyan in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

But under Liu Qingyan's palm, even his vocal cords seemed to be suppressed. Zongwen tried his best, but could only spit out a few words intermittently.

He never expected that Liu Qingyan, who was so thin that she seemed to fall over with a single blow, was actually the owner of the Shinto!

He didn't understand, and couldn't understand, if Liu Qingyan was really the owner of the Shinto, why would he participate in Liu Town's selection, why he was struggling in the quagmire of the Huadu Consortium, and why he remained silent despite all his difficulties. …

"Did I actually grow spikes?" Liu Qingyan spoke softly, as if she was whispering in the misty rain.

"Not all flowers can be ravaged by others... Since you can't control your desires, you must be prepared to have your skin torn by sharp thorns."

Liu Qingyan closed her palms, leaving only one index finger, which started from the chest all the way down and gently slid across Zong Wen's skin.

However, as Liu Qingyan's fingertips passed by, Zongwen's skin and flesh were cut open like a zipper. Scarlet blood flowed down the girl's fingertips to the ground, and the dripping flesh and blood was exposed to the air!

Unprecedented pain hit Zong Wen's nerves. He opened his mouth wide in pain and wanted to scream, but he could only make waves of helpless whines!

The veins on his neck popped out one by one. In the severe pain, he widened his bloodshot eyes and watched with his own eyes as Liu Qingyan's fingers went all the way down... to disembowell him.

He was witnessing the whole process of being "skinned" with his own eyes.

"You all covet my appearance." Liu Qingyan said softly, "But what's the point? Whether beautiful or ugly, underneath this appearance is the real 'us'...

Do you want to see your truest self? "

Liu Qingyan's fingertips touched Zongwen's lower abdomen and slowly released it. At this time, Zongwen's torso already had a terrifying incision, as if the "zipper" of the skin had been pulled down. All the muscles, Blood vessels and organs are exposed to the air!

"No... no!!" Zong Wen struggled painfully, his facial features already distorted by the severe pain. Under this silent punishment of skinning, his mind and body were tortured to the extreme!

Liu Qingyan raised her hand, pinched the collar of the red nightgown, and slowly took it off Zongwen's body... Zongwen's old skin was displayed in front of Liu Qingyan, like a bird waiting to be peeled off of lamb.

Liu Qingyan looked at the blood-stained red nightgown on the ground and smiled awkwardly:

"Are you worthy of wearing red?"