The Male Gods Seem To Be All Villains (MTL) [COMPLETED]

351-355

✨ CHAPTER 351 ✨

"After waiting for half a month, I finally let me catch you."

　　

Shen Lingzhi realized his situation later, his pupils dilated, showing panic.

　　
She got it wrong, it turns out she's been wrong all along.

　　

The sky was drizzling, cold, straight to the skin, and the deep alleys on a rainy day were terrifyingly lonely.

　　

No one will save her in this weather.

　　

Shen Lingzhi desperately tried to save herself, but she inhaled unknown drugs and lost her strength. The clothes were soaked in rain and fell heavily, and the man's hands were wet and savage, like a snake entangling its prey. She was thrown on the dirty mud, and he mounted heavily, ripping at her clothes and sticking out his stinky tongue to lick her.

　　
No...

　　

she wanted to scream in desperation.

　　

Suddenly there was a light on his body, followed by a scream, and the pervert flew out sideways.

　　

Shen Lingzhi was in a dull trance for two seconds, turned his head a little bit, and opened his eyes with great effort. The rain curtain thickened, and I vaguely saw a tall figure grabbing the pervert with one hand, punching and punching, and greeting the other person in the face, "What kind of dog are you, who allowed you to touch her."

The sound of beating swept Ye Feng. loud and loud, and a miserable wailing resounded through the alley.

　　

At first, the pervert thought about fighting back, but after a few moments he was beaten so hard that he couldn't find Bei, and knelt down and begged for mercy while covering his hot face.

　　

"Stop hitting bro, please don't hit me!"

　　

"Where the fuck did you just touch her?"

　　

"No, no..."

　　

"Say it again."

　　

"Really no, ah—"

The man directly put the perverted He fell to the ground and kicked his feet to death. A foot with a scream.

　　

You can feel his suffocation from far away.

　　

The way he beat people, the tone of his voice, and the man in his deep memory strangely coincided. Shen Lingzhi stared in disbelief, his eyes drenched by the rain slowly warmed. Is it Xiaoguang? It really seems as if he used to look like this when he fought for her. No, isn't Xiaoguang dead? Is she on drugs and dreaming?

　　

Seeing the perverted screams getting weaker and weaker, she crawled over with difficulty and hugged his waist.

　　

"Don't hit Xiaoguang, don't hit."

　　

The tyrannical man finally stopped, bent over to support her, and rubbed her into his arms slowly and heavily. He couldn't tell whether he was warming her up or using her as a puncher. After a while, he said, "Are you still helping him?"