Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

Not knowing if it was a psychological effect, Jiang Zijin faintly smelled a cold and decaying earthy smell, which came in from outside through a wooden door.

It was like after it rained, the wet soil of the forest was mixed with a strange smell of carrion.

The man outside the door put his face on the window paper, as if he wanted to listen carefully to the movement inside, his sweat opened a small deep stain on the window paper.

The man was calling her name, and there was a bit of coldness in his words.

"Xiaojin."

"Why are you not moving?"

"You pull the lock on the door, and I can come in from the outside."

Jiang Zijin's hands hanging under his body couldn't help shaking, and the candles in the room were flickering, and it seemed that they would soon be extinguished.

If the only source of light is gone, she will really fall into a breakdown unbearable.

'patta'

There was a slight sound behind him.

Jiang Zijin's nerves were so tense that she was about to break immediately, cold sweat soaked her back, she turned her neck stiffly and looked back——

The male corpse folded his hands on his abdomen, but the candle on the left suddenly went out.

The room fell into a darker situation than before.

'Zizzi'

The sound of sharp nails sliding on the window paper made goose bumps come out.

The people outside scratched the window paper with their fingernails. He seemed to understand that Jiang Zijin would not open the door for him, and his voice lost its normal pretense and was shrill.

"Open the door..."

"Open the door..."

Jiang Zijin was so frightened that she kept backing away until her knee hit the wooden board, making a slight noise.

The back was chilly, and the room was in a closed environment, but she always felt the cold air blowing behind her.

'Thorn La'

The window paper was pierced by a fingernail, and a slender index finger protruded from the outside.

That finger was different from the dry-stirred bluish white of ordinary people. The nails were five centimeters long and curved slightly downward.

This is not a normal person at all!

Jiang Zijin's mind went blank, she didn't move forward or back, she froze in place, too frightened to say a word.

Yun Li's exquisite eyebrows drooped downwards, and physiological tears oozed from the end of her eyes, looking pitiful.

"Xiaojin..."

"I'm here to save you."

Pulling his fingers back slowly, a round hole the size of a coin was opened in the window.

A pair of red cinnabar eyes suddenly appeared in the round hole!

The human skin on its face seemed to be melting, and it gradually fell off, and the last thing that appeared in sight was a thin piece of paper.

Jiang Zijin's legs gave way, and she fell to the wooden board.

She didn't touch the hardness of the wooden board, but the softness and toughness of the 'human' body, and it was strangely cold.

Jiang Zijin was terrified, before she could sit up, a pair of cold hands clamped her waist.

'call'

The icy wind blew up the broken hair on the side of her face, bringing a shivering sense of oppression.

—the body behind...

Sit up?

This realization made her almost faint, and she was swallowed up by great fear, her throat seemed to be stuffed with a big ball of cotton, and she couldn't make any sound, only pitiful, soft sobs overflowed from her throat.

"Ten minutes left."

The voice behind him uttered words very clearly, like a bowl of ice cubes taken out of the refrigerator, contained in his mouth, and the breath he exhaled was also cold.

Jiang Zijin lost the ability to think.

3 minutes?

She didn't know what the 3 minutes meant.

The man's blue and white palms slid from the waist to her sphenoid bone, caressing those two beautiful and slender pieces of flesh carefully.

The sticky and cold breath wrapped her around like a spider web, he trapped her limbs and voice, restricted her thinking and movement.

Only the touch that exists is real and clear.

Jiang Zijin's breathing quickened, her bright red lips parted slightly, she could vaguely peek at the bright red tip of her tongue behind her white teeth, and her eyelashes were wet with tears from the corners of her eyes.

Delicate and fragile like fine porcelain in a showcase.

The wet tip of his tongue caught her earlobe, licking inch by inch to absorb the rich sweetness from her body.

The pair of cinnabar-dotted eyes outside the house stared at her without blinking, their eyes filled with greed.

The man raised a hand, and squeezed the blue-white zombie hand slightly.

A slight bang came from outside the house.

Jiang Zijin's pupils shrank, thick blood splashed on the window paper, and the shrill screams of the paper figurine nearly ruptured the eardrums!

The entire window was covered with blood, and the flowing blood snaked downward from the highest point, and even extended in along the crack of the door.

Jiang Zijin was trembling all over, the man held her earlobe teeth slightly, the sharp canine teeth rubbing against the jade-like skin, enjoying his prey slowly.

The wet tongue licked the earlobe and landed on the soft neck.

Jiang Zijin didn't know if this was a hallucination, and trembled with fear.

Tears fell down like beads strung together, and the corners of her eyes were so bullied that they were rouge.

The slightly salty tears were sucked away bit by bit, and the tip of the scarlet tongue rubbed against the face, leaving a small patch of moisture.

She didn't even dare to open her eyes to see what the corpse looked like.

"Gudong"

The sound of swallowing under the Adam's apple was extremely terrifying.

Jiang Zijin had difficulty breathing, and could hardly even sit on the board, and slid down the board.

The wedding dress on the ghost bridegroom was as gorgeous as a burning flame, and the broad blue and white palms bound her waist like chains, so that she could only passively bear everything given by the ghost.

"Girl."

The low hoarse voice rippling in her ears with strong desire.

"Girl."

Jiang Zijin fell limply into the arms of the person behind her, her curly eyelashes trembling with the frequency of her breathing like two delicate fans.

The intimacy's fingers caressed frivolously on the red wedding dress, red, white and white, eerie and glamorous.

"..."

A ray of sunlight in the morning pierced through the darkness, gradually revealing the red shadow around 01:30, the sky changed from deep black to fish-belly white, and it was dawn.

'Squeak—'

The locked door was pulled open.

Li Dazhuang had been waiting outside the house for a long time, and he was itching to wait for three hours to bring him out.

Lest it really freak out.

Li Dazhuang stroked his hair, making sure that each strand of hair stayed in the arc he was satisfied with, and then looked up.

It's different from the original screaming scene.

Jiang Zijin fell asleep on the wooden board, her snow-like skin was as dazzling as a pearl.

There is no trace of the position on the wooden board being moved.

It was as if she hadn't woken up all night.