I'm just a big Luo Jinxian

That night, the two police officers stayed at Jiang's house.

Song Jiajia felt safe and felt that there was nothing to worry about as there were two police officers with guns at home to protect her.

But Jiang Qingyue didn't think so. He knew that the succubus killed people in a dream, and the two police officers were actually useless.

But the mother and son didn't notice that the two American police officers looked at Song Jiajia.

full of lust.

And for the devil who plays with people's hearts, this is a fatal flaw.

It was already dark, and Song Jiajia asked the two policemen to sleep in the second bedroom.The policeman said that if something was wrong, he would yell, and they would come as soon as they heard it. Song Jiajia thanked them repeatedly, saying that they had worked hard.

Just like that, Song Jiajia and Jiang Qingyue slept in the master bedroom.

Two police officers had the same dream.

More precisely, they both entered the same dream without knowing it.

In this dream, the two heard Song Jiajia's scream, woke up at the same time, picked up their guns and rushed out of the room.

At this time, the light in the bathroom was on, and there was the sound of rushing water and Song Jiajia's cry of pain.

The expressions of the two police officers changed immediately, their professionalism prevented them from making any inquiries, so as to avoid alarming the enemy.

"Bang-"

With a loud noise, the two knocked open the door, and what they saw made their eyes straight.

Song Jiajia was taking a bath, so she was naturally naked, which made the hearts of the two policemen beat wildly, and the desire in their hearts was also infinitely expanded.

The two swallowed, only to feel a rush of boiling blood go straight to their foreheads.

What's even more terrible is that Song Jiajia, contrary to her previous attitude of being a good wife and loving mother, looked at the two of them in an extremely abnormal way, hugged their thighs and rubbed them lightly, and said in a provocative voice: "I'm sorry, I moved too much just now, and I accidentally sprained my foot, which made you misunderstand."

The black-skinned police officer on the left couldn't help but stretched out his huge black hand, and slowly slid it along her back: "Ma'am, you don't have to do it yourself."

The white-skinned police officer couldn't hold back either, and smiled excitedly: "Yes, if there is anything we need, we are happy to help."

Song Jiajia smiled sweetly, then gently closed the door, put her hands and knees on the ground, and lay under the shower head, softly laughing: "Who will come to the front and who will come to the back?"

The two police officers only missed nosebleeds on the spot, and immediately laughed and guessed. Then the black-skinned man sat down in front of her, while the white-skinned man walked behind her.

In the bathroom, the soft voice of the woman and the rushing water of the shower head are so clear in the night.

The two police officers always felt as if there were demons whispering in their ears, driving them and hypnotizing them, making them so deeply trapped that they couldn't extricate themselves, they couldn't think at all except what they did with Song Jiajia.

But just as they were getting better, everything came to an abrupt end.

When the two woke up and realized that it was just a dream, deep disappointment and endless desire came to their hearts.

They were unwilling and angry-why it was just a dream!

The two policemen only felt that there was a raging fire burning in their hearts, which almost drove them crazy, and their inner desires were infinitely magnified.

It is possible to do it yourself, but it is not necessary.

Just recalling the feeling in the previous dream, the two of them are like a hidden gentleman having a poisonous secret.If you can't accomplish the unfinished things in the dream, then life is worse than death!

"Go! She is very active, don't you know?"

"Go ahead, how wonderful is it to make your dreams come true? How many people do you want to envy?"

"What is there to be afraid of? Not having her is worse than death, isn't it?"

The two police officers showed ferocious and crazy smiles, put on their guns, and walked towards the master bedroom together.

They kicked open the door of the master bedroom, waking up the mother and son in an instant.

"Officer, what's the matter?" Song Jiajia turned on the light, a little uneasy, but still tried her best to keep calm and asked.

"What happened? I'm going to fuc.k you!" The two police officers roared, and they rushed towards Song Jiajia like wild beasts losing their minds.

The screams of the mother and son pierced the tranquility of the night.

The whole room was full of screams, cursing, smashing, and roaring, and it was a mess.

Outside the window, a man with a top hat lowered the brim of his hat and let out a gloomy and slow laugh.

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot sounded.

Under Song Jiajia's horrified gaze, Jiang Qingyue was shot in the shoulder, and blood gushed out wildly, soaking through the pink nightdress.

"Stop beating, please stop beating!" Song Jiajia cried and knelt down in front of two police officers, crying helplessly and desperately, swallowing all the shame, "I will listen to you Yes, please let my child go!"

The two police officers were very satisfied, and immediately tore her clothes with a "hiss".

But at this moment, Jiang Qingyue was holding the utility knife tightly and pounced on it like a young and ferocious beast.

"puff!"

The sharp utility knife pierced the neck of the black-skinned policeman.

Jiang Qingyue's eyes were filled with tears, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the blade, and instantly blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over his face, as if burning his cheeks.

Song Jiajia's pupils shrank sharply, and she wanted to scream, but found that she couldn't scream at all.

Jiang Qingyue gritted her teeth, and immediately punched another policeman who drew a gun.

"Bangdang-"

The glass window was completely smashed, and the white-skinned police officer flew backwards and fell on the street.His sternum has been completely shattered, blood and organ fragments are constantly spitting out from his mouth, and he makes a painful and desperate voice: "No...not me...the devil..."

The intermittent voice stopped abruptly, and the police officer immediately tilted his neck and swallowed his breath completely.

The utility knife in Jiang Qingyue's hand fell to the ground, and she fell to her knees with a "plop".

Song Jiajia hugged him, and both mother and son cried bitterly.

Soon, sirens and ambulances roared through Elm Street again.

Jiang Qingyue was not sent to the hospital, but the wound was treated and the bleeding was stopped, and then she was questioned by the police.

Although the two were forced to fight back in self-defense, there were no police officers willing to protect them.

Song Jiajia's spirit has been severely traumatized, and the second half of the night was full of such nightmares.

As Jiang Qingyue's mother, she broke down and kept passing on her fear to her daughter, chattering, going crazy, screaming from time to time, and sometimes humming that penetrating nursery rhyme nervously.

She told Jiang Qingyue, never ever sleep, there are terrible demons in the dream.

Jiang Qingyue cried and nodded, holding her mother tightly, but she heard a familiar low-pitched laughter.

Where is Song Jiajia still in his arms?

It is clearly a nightmare.