School Grass's Love Handbook

Chapter 113 Self-Created Aesthetics of Violence

Cheng Ping stood up, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. After he figured it out, he rushed over angrily, "How dare you call me a grandson? You are tired of work."

You Zhaoxi stood majestically, motionless, "You admitted it yourself, didn't you? Also, the young girl is only seventeen years old, how can she be tired of working? But you, I think you should be It's a little too long."

Cheng Ping's body, which was thrown towards him, hadn't gotten close, and was thrown out in the next second.

"bang bang"

shhh-

"Fuck!!"

"The perfect parabola for you! Do you like it?" You Zhaoxi walked step by step towards Cheng Ping, who fell to the ground and was grinning with pain covering his body.

Cheng Ping almost fainted from the pain.

His whole body ached, Cheng Ping felt creepy when he heard You Zhaoxi's calm words, he must have encountered a monster. "You you you... who are you?"

"Who am I? You haven't defeated me yet. If you defeat me, I'll tell you who I am." While talking, You Zhaoxi's small face was stained with a wicked smile, like a terrifying bird The monster, with green eyes, played with its prey.

Cheng Ping: "..." Judging from the current situation, this fucking is the next life, and he won't know who she is.

"Do you know what is the aesthetics of violence?" You Zhaoxi suddenly laughed again.

Cheng Ping shrank his head, and kept shaking it like a rattle, "No, no, no, you monster, go away..."

This is not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, this is clearly a monster in human skin.

You Zhaoxi continued to smile, that smile was quite permeating, "But I just want you to experience the aesthetics of violence I created myself. Only for you to appreciate."

Cheng Ping: "..." He is dead.

Traveling all over the world for so many years, I have never been so desperate as I am now.

"...It's Liu Jingjing, it's her, she gave me money to do this, I know I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, you want to find someone, you go to Liu Jingjing, it's none of my business .” Grabbing the last straw, Cheng Ping wept bitterly.

You Zhaoxi acted as if he hadn't heard, grabbed Cheng Ping's shoulders with both hands, and picked him up like a chicken.

"Boom" sound.

Cheng Ping was thrown out again.

His back hit the hard wall, and the white tiles were smashed.

A mouthful of blood spewed out, Cheng Ping looked at the monster that continued to walk towards him, his eyes filled with fear, "I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."

You Zhaoxi bent down and grabbed Cheng Ping's hair. With green eyes, he stared at the dying Cheng Ping: "You haven't done such dirty things these years, have you? Tell me, after all, what a waste How many girls?"

Cheng Ping was so frightened that he uttered words slowly and vaguely, "No... not many."

"How many are there?" The anger in You Zhaoxi's eyes became more and more intense.

Cheng Ping didn't dare to lie, he knew that once he lied, his life might end here in the next second, "I, I, I... I only got bold enough in the past two years, and I'm only five years old. That's all..."

"boom--"

Before Cheng Ping finished speaking, he was thrown out again.

This time, it can be said to be quite forceful.

But the strange thing is that even though he was abused like this, he never fainted, only the pain was unbearable all over his body.

You Zhaoxi walked over, grabbed Cheng Ping's hair roughly, and said through gritted teeth, "It's only five, to put it lightly, why don't you die, a scum like you, living is a waste of air."

(End of this chapter)