Just when I was stunned, I heard a cry from outside. I was so shocked that I immediately covered my head with HiPa again.
Is that thing coming?
My palms were already sweating, and I pricked up my ears, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer outside. I took off the hairpin from my head and held it tightly in my hand. I was ready for everything, but my heart was still beating violently.
The moment the door was pushed open, my body trembled slightly, and then his footsteps came to me. The hairpin I was holding slipped in my sweaty hands. I was really afraid that my hairpin would slip in my hands. It’s hard to use your hands.
He came over to lift the seal, but I struggled to hold it down. He failed several times and became a little frustrated.
"what you do?"
"I, I'm too ugly, I'm afraid I'll scare you." My voice was trembling.
"Ugly?" He didn't seem to expect that I would say such a thing. He hesitated for a moment, and then he returned to normal.
"You can tell whether it's ugly or not by looking at it."
After that, he held my hand, and I felt a cold wind blowing the hippa covering my head to the ground. Along with the hippa, my long hair floated down.
I saw a strange red figure among the messy hair. That must be the owner of this place, the weasel spirit.
This thing just appeared in front of me and shocked me. He has a human body, but on his neck is a weasel's triangular yellow hair head.
No matter how strange things are, I have seen them before, so his appearance did not scare me.
He looked at me curiously and stared at my face. The air here was a little tense. I didn't know what he liked. I was really afraid that he would turn around and eat me in one bite.
There was no expression on his face, no hint of happiness or anger.
"Yeah, you look pretty!"
Then he finally said something, and I breathed a sigh of relief. His aesthetics are still very online. He stretched out his hand towards me, and I ducked slightly, which made him a little embarrassed.
"Do you think I'm scary?" Weasel asked.
I didn't dare to look up at him, and deliberately pretended to be afraid of him, trying to look ordinary and not letting him suspect that I wanted to resist.
"Then look at this, do you like it?"
Before I dared to raise my head, he used his cold fingers to lift my chin. What caught my eye was a handsome groom. He transformed into a human being.
When he saw that I wasn't hiding, he came over and hugged me.
"What are you going to do?" I asked nervously.
"Madam, a good night is too short!" He hugged me, threw me on the bed, and then started to rape me.
"Why are you so rude? I don't like being so direct. We haven't had a drink yet. At least we can be considered a normal couple after drinking."
He heard my words and rolled his eyes. I was just stalling for time, looking for a favorable opportunity to escape.
"Why are you humans so annoying and have so many rules? We weasels are so nice and have so few rules."
He muttered and stepped back again. I was holding the hairpin in my hand, and my nails were about to pierce into my palms, but I didn't feel any pain at all.
The weasel filled the wine glass with wine and handed me a glass. I took the 7 wine glass. He put his arm around me and asked for a drink.
As he raised his head to drink, I took out the hairpin, aimed the tip at his throat, and then stabbed it quickly.
But with this stab, I was gone. The weasel who was still drinking there disappeared in the blink of an eye. People just disappeared out of thin air.
At this moment, I felt a cool breeze blowing behind me. I subconsciously wanted to hide away, but unexpectedly, I was slapped on the body.
After the palm fell, I was knocked away and fell to the ground, hitting my head on the wall.
Fortunately, the hairpin I was holding in my hand didn't fall off. I just felt an unbearable pain on my head. I subconsciously touched it with my hands, and blood started to flow from my head.
At any other time, I might have passed out. But if I faint here, I will be doomed. What can this weasel do to me?
"You actually want to murder your own husband?" He showed me a sly smile.
I stared at him cautiously, watching him approach me step by step. I held the hand holding the hairpin behind my back. I had already failed once, and it would be even more difficult to attack him this time.
So I have to strike carefully and not lose any more opportunities.
"I like such fierce women, weak little women who can be bullied. I have played with them a lot, but they are not interesting at all. Little fierce bitches like you are my favorite." As he spoke, he looked at her with lewd eyes. Walking up and down my body.
His demeanor and his words and actions made me extremely sick, and my stomach was churning, making me want to vomit.
In fact, I was forced to be with Xuan Mo that time, but I didn't feel uncomfortable in my stomach. I felt very uncomfortable when facing this weasel spirit.
I shivered and trembled non-stop, with a timid expression written all over my face. He became even more excited when he saw me like this.
He didn't care at all and walked up to me and picked me up like a little chicken. It was effortless for him.
He threw me on the bed again. It seemed that he still didn't want to give up. My back was to him, and this time he rushed toward me, feeling the strong wind behind me.
I turned around quickly, raised the hairpin in my hand, and stabbed it into his eyes.
He didn't expect that I would attack him again. I seemed weak and timid just now, but this time I became even more vicious.
The weasel was stabbed in the eye by a hairpin, and the pain made him roll on the bed. I took advantage of this opportunity and sneaked out of bed.
I purposely pierced his eyes with this hairpin. If I pierced it elsewhere, it would not cause much harm to him and it would still not stop his behavior.
"I, I'm going to kill you." He roared angrily.
He must have been mad at me and ran over completely losing his mind. I couldn't delay any longer. I resisted feeling uncomfortable and ran out of the house in a hurry.
As soon as my front foot stepped out of the high threshold, and before my back foot could even lift up, my ankle was grabbed by a cold hand. That strong force pulled my whole body back into the house.
I looked back at the terrifying weasel head, with the hairpin still stuck in his eyes. It was terrifying to look at. He opened his big mouth, exposed his fangs, and was about to bite me.
I smell the bad breath in his mouth. I'm going to die. I hope God has mercy on me. After I die, I would rather turn into a ghost and kill these people who have hurt me.
I closed my eyes tightly, unable to escape this fate...
