The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 15 Night Killing Part 5
How could Mo Yu not understand Luo Wu's thoughts, and frowned: "You mean those butchers who can only chop people's heads with knives?"

"Butcher?"

Mo Yu's words made Luo Wu's eyes widen. Just as he was about to say something, Mo Yu continued to speak lightly: "With their skills, they are only qualified to be butchers who kill pigs and dogs. What kind of killers are you?" Not killing lore is simply insulting the profession of killers."

Seeing the bowl in Luo Wu's hand trembling with satisfaction, Mo Yu's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

When Luo Wu was flustered by her words and the sudden murderous intent, Mo Yu smiled indifferently: "But if you mean them, then Ye Han is lying to you."

"Oh?"

Luo Wu's eyes suddenly lit up a little, her fingers gripping the edge of the bowl suddenly tightened, and she tried softly: "You didn't kill lore?"

"Killing is killing, but it's not six."

Mo Yu saw the change in Luo Wu's expression, and smiled, "I killed seven of them!"

The light in Luo Wu's eyes suddenly disappeared, she moved her lips, and silently repeated the word "seven" that Mo Yu said. When she looked at Mo Yu, the smile on her face was uglier than crying.

The knuckles that were holding the bowl hard also started to turn white. After a while, he took a deep breath, stood up straight and smiled sweetly: "Sister, the porridge is cold, you can drink it."

Before he finished speaking, his body seemed to be caught by something, and he fell forward, and the whole bowl of porridge spilled on Mo Yu's face leaning on the pillow.

Accompanied by her low voice: "God, how could I be so careless!"

While speaking, the bowl she held in her hand suddenly shattered, and the piece she held tightly in her hand turned into a sharp tile, followed by the porridge and cut off Mo Yu's neck.

Blood, drop by drop, fell onto the pillow, which was dripping with porridge juice.

People can't help but think of red plums in the cold snow.

Mo Yu supported her body with one hand, played with the fragments in her hand with the other, raised her eyebrows and looked at the hideous cut in the neck and the blood dripping on Luo Wu's clothes, and frowned: "You are very lucky."

This was the first time Mo Yu missed, and the scars on her body turned her fatal blow to Luo Wu into a serious injury.

(End of this chapter)