The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 43
If she continues to follow the rhythm of the song like this, let alone Yue Wu, she herself does not know if she can live from the moment the song stops.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of the words that Ding Ding said to her.

There are only seven night kills, so how can he let others compete with him for the position of night kill after advancing to the level of love kill.

According to the rules of the Ye Sha Sect, no matter whether it's a flattery or a night killing, if you are squeezed out by others, there may only be one result.

Therefore, Yehan did this because he wanted to use training as an excuse to get rid of them without violating the rules of the school.

Realizing Ye Han's purpose for playing the piano this time, Mo Yu's eyes suddenly became full of murderous intent.

If so, maybe killing Ye Han is the most correct choice.

With this thought of killing, the mind and Xiao Sha in the music of the piano immediately merged together. The rhythm that originally only made her uncomfortable and irritable, seemed to control her mind, and the beating of the heart made her feel even more uncomfortable.

The strength in his body disappeared in an instant.

Not to mention killing people, it is difficult to stand up.

Yue Wu's eyes had already been opened, and she looked at Ye Han with a ferocious expression, and a beast-like moan came from her throat.

Seeing Yue Wu's expression, Mo Yu couldn't help laughing bitterly. It seemed that Yue Wu's condition was worse than hers, and she was on the verge of collapse.

He wanted to eliminate the murderous thoughts in his heart, but it was already too late. Under the teasing of the piano sound, the murderous thoughts became more and more intense like snowballs.

And her heart also jumped more and more chaotically with the rhythm of the piano sound.

The light smile at the corner of Ye Han's mouth also gradually became cold and cold, and his eyes also became murderous, making Mo Yu and Yue Wu subconsciously stare at his eyes, and the killing intent in their hearts followed Ye Han's murderous intent. climb.

Mo Yu barely maintained the last clarity, raised her hand and grabbed the wound on her waist that hadn't healed yet.

The severe pain caused by the rupture of the wound also allowed her to finally regain some sanity.

The fingers holding the wound did not dare to relax, raised the other hand, clenched it into a fist, and slammed heavily on the table in front of him with the bent knuckles.

The sound of the tabletop and fingers colliding echoed in the room, disrupting the rhythm of Ye Han's fingertips, which was like a spell.

(End of this chapter)