Chapter 200: Don't Be Afraid, I'm Here, in Front of You

The middle-aged man with glasses was still sticking to Ji Nuan's body, pulling the zipper of her pants without letting go.

Such a filthy scene made her blood cold, and when she turned her eyes to look at Shang Mo Jingshen, she felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, and Mo Jingshen's clear eyes had instantly brewed a storm like a landslide and a tsunami.

Ji Nuan was in a trance, isn't he still in Haicheng? How can it be in T city?

Could it be that she was so stimulated that she had hallucinations?

But she couldn't speak, she could only open a pair of blank and empty eyes, looking in that direction, like the only warm light in the darkness of despair, it seemed to shake her from the horror of the past two lives. Seeing the mist's rescue, she was finally able to breathe for a moment.

She could hardly see how he got here, only that the middle-aged man with glasses on his body suddenly screamed in pain, as if the sound of a fractured bone sounded as if his arm had been twisted off, she tried to gather her energy to see, She only saw that Mo Jingshen was within her reach. Without blinking her indifferent eyes, she twisted her backhand and threw the wretched middle-aged man with glasses under the bed.

Her body lightened, and she felt a familiar cool and clean coat covering her in an instant.

Ji Nuan closed her eyes tiredly and forcibly took back her tears. The middle-aged man with glasses was screaming in pain one after another. She didn't know what Mo Jingshen was doing, and she didn't want to see it. At this time, even if Some people here will die on the spot, and she will no longer think about laws and humanity.

The man fell to the ground and was kicked again. He was kicked two meters away, hit the wall, and his head hit the cobblestone wall heavily. With a tangled face, he pointed tremblingly at the man who suddenly broke in. He wanted to speak, but was covered up by the sound of the door opening again.

Feng Ling entered the door quickly, and immediately understood what was going on when he saw the scene inside. Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly heard Mo Jingshen's cold voice: "Close the door!"

Feng Ling glanced at Ji Nuan on the bed, and subconsciously closed the door behind him quickly, isolating the eyes of the policemen who followed outside the door.

Ji Nuan was in a trance when she was suddenly lifted up. She opened her eyes and saw Mo Jingshen's face. She wanted to ask him why he came to T City, but when the words came to her mouth, the slightly dry blood on the corners of her mouth was connected to her swollen face. She frowned in pain, and before she spoke, she heard Mo Jingshen whisper in her ear, "Don't talk if it hurts, I'm here."

Although it was a cold and lowered voice, he was coaxing her softly and comforting her, and at the same time he used the coat on her body to wrap her upper body firmly, and then raised his hand to lift her forehead. The blood stained hair, seeing the wound on her head, and then gently smashed her face to check the palm marks on her face, the chilling meaning in the eyes was full.

Although Ji Nuan knew that she had escaped danger, her body was still trembling instinctively. All the previous struggles and fears were still spreading in her body and mind. She wanted to calm herself down, but the scenes from the previous two lifetimes had been occupying her. Rational nerves, her body was trembling, her hands were trembling, her eyes were open and closed, bloodshot at the bottom of her eyes, her eyelashes were trembling, and she was holding back the tears that were about to come out again and again.

Mo Jingshen hugged her trembling body tightly, softly coaxing her into her ear, while stroking her hair mixed with blood and sweat, he whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, in front of you, it's all gone. , Obediently close your eyes, don't listen, don't look."

Ji Nuan didn't move, Mo Jingshen raised his hand and covered her eyes gently: "Don't be afraid, eh?"

When Feng Ling saw Ji Nuan's body and the blood on his head, he suddenly kicked the middle-aged man with glasses on the ground under the crotch of the crotch. Ji Nuan shivered all over, as if every time she heard this disgusting man's cry, she would be stimulated in a different way.

"Abandon people, gag your mouth, it's too noisy." Mo Jingshen saw that Ji Nuan couldn't stand the stimulation now, and ordered sharply.

Feng Ling quickly grabbed a piece of clothing on the ground and put it in the man's mouth.

Stepping on his leg again, a roundabout kick hit him hard on the head as he groaned in pain.

In the basement now, only painful muffled noises could be heard. The middle-aged man with glasses was covered in blood and sweat, and finally fell to the ground leaning against the corner. He ducked back, but was kicked again by Feng Ling. This kick went straight to the middle of his abdomen. The middle-aged man with glasses was so sore that his eyeballs were almost protruding, and then there was the movement of the arm bone on the other side being broken.

Even though his mouth was gagged, the miserable muffled groan still made people hear what kind of inhuman torture and revenge he was currently suffering from.

Ji Nuan closed his eyes and leaned against Mo Jingshen's arms. He covered his eyes and couldn't see everything here. The redness on his pale cheeks was still shocking.

With one miserable grunt after another, Ji Nuan's hand suddenly touched the folding knife she had thrown beside the bed before.

She moved for a while, suddenly clenched the knife, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shenzhen, let me down."

Mo Jingshen glanced at her and let go of her. Although Ji Nuan was in a state of embarrassment and blood on her head, she still felt a different sense of security in Mo Jingshen's clothes.

She turned her eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with glasses who had been tortured to the point of death in the corner of the wall. Suddenly, he got out of bed. Feng Ling looked back to see her. He helped her in the past, but was blocked by Mo Jingshen's eyes.

Seeing that Mo Jingshen didn't even make a move to stop him, Feng Ling paused and took a step back.

Sure enough, Ji Nuan opened the folding knife in his hand and looked at the disgusting man with only half a breath left in the corner with red eyes. Seeing the white fat on his body, he saw the scenes in the small mountain village in his previous life. She didn't know where the strength she had gathered, suddenly rushed forward and stabbed the knife in his hand into his palm.

The middle-aged man with glasses instantly twitched in pain, opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at her in disbelief.

It was this hand that just ripped off her clothes!

Ji Nuan pulled out the knife with all his strength, and stabbed the knife into his thigh again. Seeing the blood gushing out, his heart full of depression and panic finally felt better!

She continued to wave the knife in her hand without blinking, not only stabbing, but stabbing again and again, until the middle-aged man with glasses was covered in blood and still did not stop.

"Ms. Mo..." Seeing this scene, Feng Ling wanted to step forward, but saw that Ji Nuan's stabs were too ruthless, but most of them only stabbed each other's legs, hands, and arms. to the point.

Feng Ling's movements stopped, and in the end, he still let Ji Nuan vent like crazy.