Although she understood this intellectually, the fear engraved in her soul made her fear to the extreme when she saw the two men who were very similar to them, such as the ice cellar.

Now I think of it, maybe the man wearing the fox mask saw her so scared that he deliberately grabbed her mask and tried to tease her.

Xiao Fengting was silent for a moment and asked, "really?"

"What am I lying to you for?" Tang Qing was amused. "I know better than anyone else what happened in those years. Why should I cheat you with this kind of thing?"

"Then why don't you tell me what happened?"

Tang Qing was quiet for a while, then raised his head with a sad smile and looked at him: "Xiao Fengting, what I told you is that you have never believed it."

What happened to her, she had told him clearly, he chose not to believe her.

He always thought she was lying.

Xiao Fengting was stunned for a moment. Subconsciously, he grasped her wrist. His eyes turned from light to thick, showing some dark shadow, "impossible!"

Tang Qing's wrist was caught by him. She couldn't pull it back. She was lazy to smoke. She just said with a bitter smile: "you see, you don't believe it."

Xiao Fengting looked at the helpless expression on her face, and her face became more and more gloomy. He gritted his teeth and asked, "who are those men?"

"Didn't I say they were all dead?" Tang Qing shook his head. "It's been nearly eight years. What are you talking about..." She looked down, only to think of the names of the two men disgusted her.

She thought of the white girl who was dismembered by him in Xia jingnian's operating room, and the young girls who went in with her and were teased by those powerful people. The small island, with its golden splendor, is the haunt of the powerful and the burial place for women.

She burned Gong Heng to death, but the girls who died on the island could not survive. Maybe their families were still waiting for them to go back. Year after year, day after day, they could not live or die.

Xiao Fengting didn't know what he was thinking. His face became more and more cold and gloomy. Tang Qing felt inexplicable fear when he looked at it.

She frowned and couldn't help but step back, trying to pull the wrist out of his palm: "Xiao Fengting, you release your hand, it hurts!"

The man suddenly bent down and crushed her on the bed. The action was too fierce. Tang Qing's head hit the soft bed, but she was still dizzy. Before she could breathe, Xiao Fengting's cold thin lips covered up and swallowed her breath.

His hands quickly removed the thin clothes on her body, but also stained with steaming hot, chest pressed her breath, she helplessly "Wuwu" called twice, a man's hand grabbed her leg, lifted her around his thin waist.

She held her breath unconsciously, trying to prepare for the pain.

The man loosened her lips, slowly raised his head to look at her, her forbearance and pale face let his out of control mind gradually recover. The fury in his eyes gradually faded, and his pale golden eyes gradually recovered. He lowered his head and gently kissed her red and swollen lips. Xiao Fengting said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry Did it hurt you I was just Just some... "