Chapter 1467: Attracting yandere and perverted physique (20)

Chapter 1467: Attracting yandere and perverted physique (20)

Chapter 1467: Attracting yandere and perverted physique (20)

Mo Ling's eyes were desperate and her face was blank. It was true that when she said this sentence, she knew very well in her heart that it was impossible.

No matter how much she begged, she couldn't make her gambling father change his mind.

At the same time, Mo Ling also made a movement, and the hand hidden under his sleeve moved. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a sharp object hidden there, like a knife.

As soon as Qian Yans two lines and movements and expressions came out, there was a feeling of storm coming, and the scalps of everyone present were numb.

Even if no one reminded her, they all knew that this simple-looking girl would want to do something next.

So, what is she going to do?

Director Zhang Houbai couldn't help but patted his thigh, with a very excited expression on his face: "We've made progress again."

Dad

As soon as Qian Yan finished speaking, everyones hearts tightened.

The bad gambler didn't pay attention to these two light words, and his face was full of thoughts of selling his beautiful daughter to the building for a good price.

After repaying the debt, there is still some money left. Maybe with this remaining money, it can be doubled in one go?

The bad gambling dad put aside his bad expression, and he couldn't help but reveal a loving smile as he was having a sweet dream: "Ah Ling, when dad gets rich in the future, he will definitely take you out to enjoy the happiness." He remembered that the girls in the building can make a lot of money. Yinzi's eyes suddenly lit up, his attitude became better and better, and he said all kinds of good things along the way.

He didn't notice at all that Mo Ling's face became increasingly gloomy and desperate.

As soon as he was about to reach the flower building, the knife in Mo Ling's sleeve was exposed, and he slashed at the gambler's wrist, which was the hand holding her wrist.

The chopped off palm immediately fell to the ground. The originally excited gambler father screamed in agony. Blood spurted out and splashed on Mo Ling. Then it fell and stained a large area of bluestone floor red.

While the gambler screamed, Mo Ling held the knife tremblingly, with a determined expression on his face: "Dad, don't gamble anymore." The gambler's father covered his wrist with bright red blood, his expression was painful, and his heart was frightened and frightened. Still hate it.