Chapter 1087： Oops, dressed as Pan Jinlian (1) (1/2)

When Xia Qiu's consciousness was worn again, the body first received the cold and biting bones on his knees, and his entire legs were as numb as if he had no sense. Like hard wood.

It was all dark.

At the beginning Xia Qiu thought that the original owner who wore her book was blind, but soon she knew that the original owner was not.

A ”squeak” sounded, the wooden door was pushed away from behind, the moonlight came in from the door, and a dark, ghostly figure crowded in.

”Little beauty, come, let the master take care of you.”

When the man came in, he darted Xia Qiu's body with a stinky smell, and the fat on his body smelled of distiller's grains. His hands were disorderly and he touched Xia Qiu's body.

Half of his body was numb. Xia Qiu was unable to get rid of the man for the first time, and then the big hand acted wildly on her, and even touched her placket. Xia Qiu resisted the tingling on her body and kicked her foot in turn On the man.

She didn't have the strength to condense, and she kicked the man who had been hollowed out by the drunk flew straight, and fell directly near the door.

It may be a guilty conscience, the man was screamed in pain, glared at her with a resentment, and did not dare to snor, and walked out in dismay.

At last he was relieved, Xia Qiu sat directly on the ground, rubbing his numb tingling calf, and looked around.

In fact, it is not so dark here, but suddenly the book is worn here, and Xia Qiu is not comfortable. Sitting here and resting for a while, the surrounding scenes can be seen clearly.

The shabby wet house was like an abandoned shrine. There was a broken table behind her, and there seemed to be a spirit card on the table.

Except for the wet and cold ground, this place is full of thick ash.

Every detail, Xia Qiu did not live here long, and soon the door heard a sound.

The door was opened again.