Forced to be kissed by the yandere evil god! I became popular on Horror Live

Su Yue felt that since Lu Moli appeared, her situation was comparable to a five-star difficulty dungeon of hell.

Originally, she only needed to hold Sang Yu's thigh while eating the delicious food made by her sister, and then she could pass the dungeon naturally.

But after Lu Moli appeared, she was walking on thin ice.

Especially when she was caught between Lu Moli and her sister, she felt like she was about to be stabbed into a hedgehog by both sides.

"I didn't have a good rest last night, so I'm going back to the house to rest. If you have anything to do, we can chat slowly."

Su Yue pretended to yawn, and quickly rushed up to the second floor as if her legs were equipped with propellers.

If she can't afford to offend him, why can't she hide?

Lu Moli ignored the tense atmosphere in the living room and said in a tired voice: "Honey, I'm sleepy too, shall we go to bed early?"

His lazy tone was full of coquettishness, making it difficult for people to refuse.

Sang Yu nodded: "Since my husband is sleepy, let's go to bed early!"

The sister on the side dug her nails into her palms, her lips trembling slightly with intense anger.

This shameless pretty kid kidnapped Xiao Ni right under her nose.

Hateful, hateful, shameful!

But her sister had suffered one after another at the hands of Lu Moli, and she knew that she could no longer openly target Lu Moli, otherwise this despicable and shameless pretty boy would start to sow discord again.

then……

The corner of my sister's lips curled up into a sinister smile, and she had a plan in mind.

"Since my brother-in-law is tired, Xiaoni should take a rest with him! There are many vacant rooms on the second floor, and there are clean quilts in the closet. You can use them as you please."

[Sister, did you compromise so easily?]

[Sister, tell us, what are you holding back? We will never betray you]

[I always feel that my sister will not let Geigei go so easily]

[Sister smiles so sinisterly]

[You all get out of my way, I will protect my sister’s smile]

[Sister, since your Xiaoni ran away with another wild man, you might as well replace me as your sister]

After Lu Moli and Sang Yu disappeared around the corner of the stairs on the second floor, my sister held a kitchen knife with a cold light in her hand.

Her sharp nails slowly scratched the smooth blade, making a harsh friction sound, leaving deep scratches on the flat and smooth blade.

"Damn pretty boy, I'll let you be proud for a while longer."

My sister's cold eyes were filled with murderous intent, and veins popped out on the back of her hand holding the handle of the knife.

At this time, the old widower, who had been sleeping all day, came out of the room.

He was hungover and felt refreshed after sleeping all day.

"Where is my beautiful sister-in-law? Let her come and have dinner with my brother-in-law."

The old widower yawned, with two large lumps of eye droppings hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing his sister standing still, the old widower said impatiently: "You damn bitch, are you deaf?"

He raised his hand and suddenly slapped his sister hard on the face.

Cursing in his mouth, he said: "I've given you such a fucking face in the past two days, haven't you? How dare you ignore my words."

But the next second, the old widower's expression froze.

He stared at his hands in disbelief with his eyes wide open, and those fierce eyes gradually turned into fear.

"This...this...is..."

He seemed to have Parkinson's disease, his hands were shaking and his voice was trembling.

At this time, there was a piece of bloody skin stuck to his hand.

He didn't dare to take it off because he was afraid that when he took it off, he would see an unbearable sight.

"Oh, why did it fall?"

His sister's gloomy voice fell into the old widower's ears.

The air in the living room dropped suddenly at this moment, like an ice cave.

"Husband, you are too careless, how could you knock my face off!"

The old widower's nose suddenly filled with a foul and unpleasant smell of blood.

He saw his sister's face thrust towards him. She was shameless, and her whole face was covered in blood and flesh. Her eyes were almost completely bulging out of their sockets. There were only two small holes left in the position of her nose, and two small holes on both sides of her mouth. The corners of his mouth were torn open, revealing a creepy smile.

"Ghost... ghost ghost ghost... ghost..."

A scream of terror came from the old widower's mouth.

The sister raised her hand, her five sharp fingertips instantly pierced the old widower's cheek, and then pinched his tongue.

Blood dripped down from the punctured wound.

"Shh, don't disturb Xiaoni's rest!"

The old widower made a whining sound. Because of the fear and severe pain, he shed tears unsatisfactorily.

The sister used her other hand to peel off the cheek that was stuck in the old widower's hand, and then put it on her face with one hand.

Because she wasn't looking in the mirror, she was sticking up crookedly, with her eyes facing her nostrils and her mouth facing her chin, which looked particularly weird.

"By the way, hubby, I made pork rib soup for you in the afternoon, and it's still hot in the pot. You have to drink it while it's hot!"

The smile on my sister's crooked face was mind-numbing.

The old widower couldn't speak and could only shake his head wildly.

Tears and snot mixed with blood fell on my sister's fingers. My sister's eyes were full of disgust, but she still smiled and said: "Husband, that is the soup I worked hard to stew for you. If you don't drink it, I will be sad." Sad.”

The sharp nails stirred in the old widower's mouth, cutting his tongue and drawing blood.

Under severe pain, the old widower could only nod his head and said vaguely: "Or... I or..."

My sister suddenly beamed, and the skin on her face almost fell off again. Her hoarse voice was full of joy and she said: "My husband is so good, I want to drink it all."

She grabbed the old widower's tongue and carried him to the kitchen.

The old widower has never been in the kitchen during this time. After all, for him, washing and cooking are women's business, and he only needs to be responsible for enjoying himself at home.

But now, when he saw the kitchen covered in blood and the bloody broken limbs, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets out of fear.

In my ears, I heard my sister's cold laughter: "Husband, these are your good brothers, how can you be afraid of them?"

She opened the pot that had been simmering on the gas stove. The shabu-shabu water inside was bubbling out. Thick white smoke rose in the kitchen, exuding a faint aroma of pork ribs.

"Honey, drink it while it's hot..."

The sister's hand directly pressed the old widower's head into the hot pot.