Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

Age of Horror: I Have a Monster Editor Chapter 814

Wearing old factory clothes, he should be a worker in a factory outside the base city.

Two stools were overturned by the dining table, as well as some brooms and the like.

On the rather messy ground, a simple and beautiful woman, with her hair disheveled and her eyes red from crying, fell to the ground, sobbing in a low voice.

There are also old and new scars and bruises on his body.

There was a bright red slap print on his cheek at the moment.

Let the left side of the face start to become slightly red and swollen.

The delicate woman struggled to support her with her weak arms, trying to stand up.

She covered her face, and while looking at the drunk man, she said with a rebuke: "Enough!"

"Don't be suspicious all day long, okay?"

"A tomorrow and I were beaten by you, and Amin was locked in the storage room by you. When will this day be over?"

"Wuwuwu, what do you want our mother and daughter to do?"

A man with a face full of flesh, his cheeks were flushed, and he exhaled a strong smell of alcohol.

He looked at the eyes full of blame, and listened to the woman's rebuke.

The man felt that his fragile and proud self-esteem was greatly stimulated and insulted.

He raised his head and gulped down a gulp of wine.

His eyes quickly became fierce and violent.

The man got up and strode over to the woman.

In the latter's terrified eyes, he grabbed the woman's long hair.

"what--"

The woman screamed in pain, only to feel that her scalp was about to be pulled up.

The man fiercely slapped the woman's painful cheek again.

Snapped--

In his mouth, which was spitting out a strong alcohol smell, he cursed angrily.

"Smelly mother-in-law, how dare you be tough with me!"

"Hiccup, let you... let you be so tough!!"

"I beat you to death!"

Snapped--

The man slapped again and again.

Seems to be tired.

He sat back on the stool.

The woman fell to the ground.

She whimpered in pain, tears streaming down helplessly from the corners of her red eyes.

It dripped into her mouth, making her feel extremely sour and bitter.

The woman couldn't help crying in a low voice: "I...I've never done anything, I won't admit it!"

"What I haven't done, you...how do you want me to admit it?!"

"It's like this every day, why is it like this every day, woohoo-"

She lay on the cold, messy ground weakly and painfully, and slowly curled up.

Sobbing continued.

The man with a face full of flesh, sitting on the plastic bench, blushing and panting, looked down at the woman, like a general who had returned from victory.

He was complacent.

The man stuffed a few peanuts into his mouth and swallowed it with a gulp of wine.

It seems to be resting.

He began to scold himself for being on the moral high ground.

"Special!"

"You stinky bitch, aren't you... very capable? Hiccup!"

"Let your mouth be so sweet and get along so well with your neighbors!"

"What's so... good for chatting?"

"Um?"

"Hmph, what a daddy!"

"I rip your mouth apart!!"

The man's voice became fierce.