Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 70 Doomsday Paradise (8) Madman

She looked up at the man's cool and smooth jaw. The area not covered by paint was extremely white, as pale as the cold frost on an autumn night, which formed a sharp contrast with the bright color lines.

There were faint blue veins protruding from the clear skin of his neck, which moved slightly as he smiled. It was the lightest stroke among the heavy strokes, but it was the most bewitching one.

"Little ants, what do you think?"

His voice was hoarse and grainy, drilling into people's eardrums, symbolizing the urging of death, "As long as one of you dies, I will let her go."

The man's slender fingertips stroked the girl's slender neck, which was extremely dangerous and possessive, as if he wanted to kill her, but also as if he was caressing her in an ambiguous way.

But no matter which one it is, it can irritate Qi Yunxiao to the greatest extent.

His brows were deeply furrowed, his expression was tense, and the veins on his hand that were holding the hilt of the knife were bulging from the extreme force. If Fu Suizhou hadn't held him down tightly, he would have rushed forward and been defeated.

The atmosphere was tense and no one answered.

Yan Jinyue sighed helplessly and broke the silence: "This proposal... is not very good."

"You should be able to see that I am the weakest here. So, using their powerful fighting power to exchange for a weakling like me, any fool would choose it."

The little girl's red lips chattered away, leaving the men present a little confused.

The clown lowered his eyes and saw an expression on her face that said "That's it, this choice is so simple", then he moved his hand up and pinched her soft cheek hard.

He said viciously: "What does a little ant like you have to do with it?"

Her mouth was pinched shut again, so she could only hum: "I'm a hostage, so I have the right to choose."

"Haha..." The clown sneered, "You are not qualified."

"why?"

Yan Jinyue couldn't believe what he said. Her eyes widened, big, bright and moist, just like a napping civet cat whose tail was stepped on for no reason. She felt angry, angry and pitiful.

Little did she know that the more she did this, the more she would arouse people's desire to bully her.

The clown was delighted, and an even more vicious smile appeared on his lips, like the whisper of a devil: "Of course it's because I can easily crush you to death."

Yan Jinyue glared at him fiercely, lowered her head, and didn't want to look at him anymore.

The clown looked at her round head and laughed even more happily, like a madman.

No, it should be said that he is a madman.

The hand against Yan Jinyue's neck was replaced by a dagger at some point. Even though the handle was rainbow-colored and very girly, it was unable to reduce the chilling sensation of the sharp blade as it approached.

She was really scared now, her heart had already sank, and her tears fell uncontrollably, hitting the blade.

"Why are you crying?" the clown asked coldly, hooking her chin with his fingers and forcing her to look up.

Yan Jinyue said speechlessly: "You have a knife on my neck, and you won't let me cry!"

In fact, it's not just because she's afraid of the knife, but because she feels wronged. They are all fragments of the evil god, so why is this clown so different from Shen Wu and Jiang Yu? Not to mention that he doted on her before he fell in love with her, but at least he should respect her.

It’s better not to have a boyfriend who threatens and bullies her!

The clown lowered his gaze, dark and unclear.

The little girl was very dissatisfied and dared to be mean to him when she got stronger. With her wet and red eyes, she looked more like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

He felt a tingling sensation in his heart, he couldn't tell what it was, and he was overwhelmed by an unreasonable irritability and wanted to kill a few people to feel better.

At this moment, someone happened to run into the muzzle of the gun.

"Use me in exchange for her." The handsome and gentle man came over, his expression serious and firm, "She is just a little girl. There is no point in bullying her."

Yan Jinyue suddenly raised her head and looked at him. In her eyes, Qi Yunxiao seemed to be glowing. Especially compared with her "annoying" boyfriend in this copy, he was simply walking gold.

Well, a heart as brave and pure as gold.

I didn't expect that he would be so selfless just because we were friends in a copy. It's just as Fu Suizhou said, Qi Yunxiao is different from other cold-blooded players.

A universe-class teammate!
Yan Jinyue was deeply moved.

The girl's mood changed drastically. Her eyes were pitiful before, but now they were bright again, but she was looking at another man. The clown felt even more irritated and wanted to kill someone, especially that man. He had the urge to cut him into pieces to vent his anger.

So cold.

Yan Jinyue shivered suddenly, and then she realized that it was the cold air emitted by the man behind her. She had an illusion that he seemed to have turned into a human ice-maker, continuously producing cold air and attacking everyone indiscriminately.

She silently leaned forward, away from him.

Then, the cold air became stronger, and he pushed her back forcefully, pressing her tightly against his body.

Yan Jinyue was puzzled. Wasn't this the result he wanted? Why was it like this now?

It's like she's jealous... But she won't be too sentimental now, for fear that he will stab her in the heart again.

"Okay." The clown was laughing, and seemed very happy. He smiled faintly and said, "Since you want to be a hero and save the beauty so much, then... commit suicide."

He threw the knife over, but his hands were not idle either, as he put his hands on the girl's slender neck again.

Qi Yunxiao looked over at him, then lowered his head to look at the knife on the ground, then bent down to pick it up. His expression was very calm, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Yan Jinyue's pupils shrank, and she said hastily, "No, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Seeing the man really waving the knife at her neck, she became even more anxious. She pulled his hand off her neck and ran over to grab the knife.

"Are you stupid? He told you to commit suicide, so you really committed suicide?"

"I..." Qi Yunxiao was a little stunned.

Yan Jinyue was about to say something when a silver thread flashed in her peripheral vision. Fu Suizhou had already rushed over with double blades in hand, soaring into the air and slashing at the clown like a thunderbolt.

The clown dodged flexibly, but was still scratched, leaving a bloody mark on his right cheek. His expression suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and a knife appeared in both hands, fighting with Fu Suizhou.

The latter lost the advantage of surprise attack and gradually found it difficult to fight back.

Qi Yunxiao picked up the stunned girl by the waist and said calmly, "She didn't really commit suicide. She just wanted to attract his attention."

He shouted at Fu Suizhou, "Don't bother with him, take the opportunity to run!" Then he ran away with the man in his arms.

"Forgetting one's true nature."

Fu Suizhou cursed silently, and threw a steel ball from his fingertips without anyone noticing. While the opponent was dodging, he took out the prop and ran away.

In an instant, the fight stopped and the environment returned to silence.

The thick fog slowly rose, and the tall figure of a man stood in it. His shape was blurred, and only the strong colors sharply cut through the fog.

He lowered his head and used his fingers to pick out a few remaining strands of hair on his collar. They were colorful and slightly curled, and he rubbed them with his fingertips.

Some people may seem calm and peaceful, like a dead sea. But beneath the surface, there are turbulent undercurrents and hidden abysses. If you get close to them, you will be swept down and never be able to climb out again.

The little ant he caught ran away, and it ran away with two other ants who were ignorant of the danger.

It’s true...the hair turned into ashes under the slender fingertips.

In the thick fog, a group of pitch-black creatures surrounded us, with twisted limbs, hideous faces, and claws bared, casting ghostly shadows on the ground.

He raised his head, his red lips curled up in an extremely dangerous arc.

Those things felt the overwhelming oppressive breath and turned back in fear. One could actually see a hint of panic and fear among the walking corpses.

But it's too late.

The man's body turned into a colorful lightning and flew past. In just a moment, the ground was littered with corpses and blood.

"Useless things should die."

He pulled out a silk handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands. His hands had distinct joints and were as cold and white as jade. There were some blood droplets on them, which made them look even more strangely beautiful.

He smiled faintly and said, "Why not change to something new?"

　What a lunatic, what a yandere, he'll eat a child without spitting out bones. However, he has to be forced to make this little lunatic realize his feelings for the heroine. When that point comes, he has to be taken by force (sorry, I'm a bt, I just like lunatics to be driven even crazier, and then forced to love)

　　
　
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