physical education teacher

Wu Zhantian raised his head and stared at him, then opened his mouth, but his voice was not loud: "I don't want to say anything."

"Really?" Hui Xiaoyu gave him a squinting look, a bit condescending, and then stretched out his right hand to Wu Kong: "Give me a big chop, I want to do a scene reenactment."

Wu Kong nodded obediently, then took out a big knife from the stage and handed it to Yu Xiaoyu. In fact, in a sense, this guy is the one who understands Yu Xiaoyu best, but at this moment he is also a little confused. Don't talk about what you want to do, but if nothing else, it is definitely not suitable for children and very violent.

When Yan Xiaoyu turned his head again, the expression in his eyes was a little blurred under the reflection of the light. The dark eyes seemed to be hidden in the dark night, and all the emotions contained in them were hidden by the darkness: "I remember the last time I It seems that I was flanked back and forth by you and one of your brothers, but this time I am alone enough."

While talking, he grinned wantonly at the corner of his mouth. He was so arrogant that it was almost unbearable, and Wu Zhantian was also a little depressed. He looked like he was going to be beaten by gangs, but he didn't expect that teachers would also be in the underworld these days, even if he was a physical education teacher. No way!

Gently raising his hand, with a gloomy face, Yan Xiaoyu shot out suddenly, and the clumsy machete flew violently as if he had eyes, which made people dazzled immediately.

Because of physical problems, Yan Xiaoyu is not outstanding in close combat, but he has played with the machete since he was a child, so now he can use it freely as if it is a part of his body.

The icy and flying tip of the knife slashed across Wu Zhantian's body, lifting up countless cloth and blood threads. Obviously the scene was so bloody, but the indifference in Yan Xiaoyu's expression seemed to be painting.

The piercing sound of the machete piercing the air rang in my ears all the time. Yan Xiaoyu's movements were smooth and agile. After an unknown amount of time, Yan Xiaoyu finally turned his wrist by one position and threw it back into Wu Kong's hand: "Tired gone."

At this moment, everyone in the hall was staring straight at Wu Zhantian, and there was nothing but panting in the air.

Wu Zhantian stood on the spot, frowning tightly, as if he was holding back something, but there was not a single intact part of his body, his clothes were cut and tattered, and blood oozes out little by little.

A cruel smile slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth, then Yan Xiaoyu jumped off the stage and took out a dagger from Wu Kong's belt, unlike others, Yan Xiaoyu hated carrying cold weapons with him, even though he was familiar with their use .

"Does it hurt?" He raised his head, his eyes were shining like stars, his tone was so immature, no one would have thought that such a docile boy could be so cruel.

Wu Zhantian bit his lip but did not speak.

"Aren't you going to answer me?" Yan Xiaoyu's voice echoed in the empty hall, a little monotonous but it made people feel a sense of oppression: "In this case, I will treat you as painless, hehe, buddy, I guess you are the reincarnation of Vajra Gourd Baby , last time I was stabbed three times by you and it hurt."

Yan Xiaoyu's voice was soft, and the smile on his face was extraordinarily harmless to humans and animals, but for some reason, Wu Zhantian felt a chill all over his body.

Yan Xiaoyu walked lightly but steadily beside Wu Zhantian with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face, the shadow covered him, but his eyes were still shining like stars, from Wu Zhantian's position, he could only see The teenager's exquisite facial features and long curled eyelashes are as lazy, elegant and proud as a Persian cat, but unfortunately this Persian cat seems to be wild.

At this time, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly took his left hand. Yan Xiaoyu's hand was very beautiful and delicate, with well-defined joints, and the skin glowed with a pure white glow like porcelain. Grabbing his wrist, Yan Xiaoyu caressed it carefully, her slightly lowered eyelids stared at his palm so earnestly, like a lover who hadn't seen him for thousands of years.

No one could resist such a touch, Wu Zhantian only felt that his hands were almost uncontrollable and almost paralyzed under Yan Xiaoyu's touch.

In fact, this was not his illusion, because Hui Xiaoyu's movements looked light, but they were very powerful. He restrained his palm and forcibly drew a red mark.

"I remember that last time I was also stabbed severely by you, and the blood flowed a lot." Yan Xiaoyu stated the facts in a plain but without any ups and downs.

What he said was precisely because of the injury he received at the time holding the blade for self-preservation.

After saying this, he suddenly raised the hand holding the dagger, pulled Wu Zhantian forward, and stabbed him hard.

Immediately, blood spattered everywhere, splashing on the pure white wall and ceiling behind the stage.

The exclamations of women and children immediately resounded throughout the audience, and Yan Xiaoyu firmly nailed Wu Zhantian's hand to the stage with a dagger.

With a low growl, cold sweat rolled down from the corner of Wu Zhantian's forehead, and his skin suddenly turned pale.

Yan Xiaoyu's cheeks were also stained with blood, but at this moment, it made him look more soft and seductive. There was a kind of excitement in his eyes, but his voice was still calm: "As we all know, the Yuxue Gang turned over the most usury loans, so my injuries will be doubled."

Wu Zhantian only felt the pain in his hand coming from his arm, and soon his whole body was immersed in pain.

But the eyes he looked at Yu Xiaoyu became fierce, as if he was like a wounded beast, lonely and hesitant but cruel and bloodthirsty......

Yan Xiaoyu squinted his eyes, then wiped the blood on his cheeks, didn't pay attention to his eyes, but shrugged leisurely: "Okay, you can get out, I'm going home to sleep."

After saying this, he quickly left from the front of the stage and walked towards the door. When he saw Zhang Mo's bodyguards who were screaming and screaming after being beaten by Yuxue Gang's younger brothers, he licked his lips in satisfaction.

"Yu Xiaoyu, don't be too arrogant!" At this moment, Zhang Mo's voice of gnashing his teeth suddenly came from behind him. His voice seemed to come from his chest, and even echoed in the entire hall.

The arc of the corners of Yan Xiaoyu's lips became bigger and bigger, and the light reflected on his porcelain-white cheeks made it difficult to look directly at him, but he stopped in his tracks without turning his head: "It's just one word, I just say Once. The winner is king and the loser is bandit, at least here, I am your king."

His voice has always been immature, but it has an arrogance that his peers don't have, so at this moment, his somewhat thin back looks very handsome!

As a result, the eyes of the girls standing at the stairs suddenly shone with golden light, and their eyes almost became heart-shaped. Nima is too domineering and sideways?