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179 The comfortable feeling of my Su Wei's blood flowed out obviously made Yan Xiangting feel extremely happy.

He stretched out his big palm and passed the blood on the back of his hand to Su Wei's lips.

Su Wei stretched out her fingers, dotted his blood on the fingertips, and put it on the tip of her tongue, as if tasting the best delicacy.

"If this can make you remember me and fall in love with me, I am willing to dedicate everything in my body." His words are still arrogant, and more is to find the comfort and self-satisfaction of the same kind.

Su Wei's blade obviously couldn't satisfy him anymore, so he took out a dagger from his body with his backhand.A cold light flashed between his fingers, and his dagger drew a long cut on his arm, with an angelic smile on the corner of his lips, stretched his long arms, stretched out in front of Su Wei: "I am willing to give my all I will serve you, my favorite person."

Su Wei's fingertips were stained with his warm fresh blood, she shook her head in disappointment: "Not enough..."

Without hesitation, Yan Xiangting waved his hand and pulled out the scar on his arm again.

Su Wei let out a giggling sound, like the sound of wind chimes swaying in the breeze.Her blade landed on his neck and scratched lightly.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Xiangting made a long gash on his other arm.

Su Wei stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, with an extremely gentle smile on her face, and pulled hard on Yan Xiangting's god-like handsome cheek, drawing a long and thin bloodstain.

Yan Xiangting laughed, the feeling of bleeding made him feel extremely comfortable and happy.

Wounds on the body will cause pain. In order to relieve and suppress the pain, the body will automatically secrete substances similar to anesthesia.So when there is a slight pain, there will be a numb itching sensation instead.

Obviously, such elements are controlling Yan Xiangting's nerves at the moment, swallowing up his sanity bit by bit, making him seem to have returned to his childhood.

...It's like being thrown into a ferocious dog training ground by Mrs. Yan when she was young, and she was powerless to face the ferocious dogs.

At that time, was it five or six years old, or actually only three years old.

Even the youngest vicious dog is like a ferocious monster, lingering in his mind before his eyes.

He had been bitten off his arms and legs, and his body was covered in layers of scars.

From the beginning, he could only cry, but later he learned to pick up stones on the ground and sharpen them and send them into the neck of the vicious dog. The feeling of such a sharp point piercing the flesh made him unable to bear it whenever he thought of it. Live the excitement and trembling of the whole body.

He likes the taste of skin and flesh, and also likes to see the blood flow out of the warm body, gradually spreading under his feet, until it becomes a puddle of blood that cannot be melted.

Because he has been in the training ground since he was a child, fighting for food with the vicious dogs.If there is no fight or grab, the only word is death.

He lived countless nightmare-like days and nights in that hellish Shura-like training ground.

They scolded him, scolded his mother.Call him a bastard, call him a son who trampled on life.

So he also learned to approach others with a smile on his face when they abused them, and stab them directly into their bodies with sharp stones.

Mrs. Yan, who had a kind face and was always smiling, thought that at such a young age, he would eventually die in the mouth of vicious dogs.

On that starry night, when Mrs. Yan, Mrs. Yan, Mrs. Yan, Mrs. Yan, Yan Yimo, Yan Xicheng and Yan Rong were all there, he walked in with a sharpened stone covered in blood. The hall of the banquet.

That night, the most violent quarrel broke out among the adults of the Yan family. He stood aside, looking at them with a cold smile, as if his whole body had been fished out of blood.

After that night, Mrs. Yan took back his custody rights from Mrs. Yan and brought him with her.

The longer he grows, the more he looks like Master Yan Chengrui, and he has more of the Yan family's pure, pure, innocent looks than his elder brother and second brother. The dagger and gun in his hand are also faster than the rest of the Yan family.

People who don't suit him, he likes to see the panic in their eyes, likes to see their warm blood flow out and spread under his feet...

Everyone respectfully called him Third Young Master Yan, with fear and flattery in their eyes.

All those who have belittled him before are kneeling in front of him, and he can only be truly happy and excited when he sees the crimson blood...

So tonight, Su Wei's knife was carved on his skin with her own hands, and she has not experienced the feeling of blood gurgling out for a long time, which opened up the most secret and darkest memory in his heart...

The feeling of bleeding is really good and comfortable, like returning to the arms of the mother... Such a slight feeling of numbness and intoxication, like drinking old wine, makes people intoxicated.

This happiness came so easily.

But after a while, the numbness disappeared.

He needs more and bigger stimulation.

The cold light in his hand moved, and a deeper wound was cut on his arm.

He looked at Su Wei with a smile in his eyes: "I will serve you everything, okay?"

With a stretch of his palm, the top fell to the ground, revealing ugly scars on his abdomen and neck that were covered by the clothes.

All over the body, shocking.Except for the new scar that was Shen Liangmo's masterpiece, the rest of the scars were neither knife wounds nor gunshot wounds... Ordinary people would not be able to see how they got them.

Because only Yan Sanshao knew that it was the scar he had suffered countless days and nights in the training ground, fighting with vicious dogs for food, and even fighting for the chance to survive.

That is Shura Hell, he came out from there.

So heartless and ruthless.This is his normal state. How can he expect that a man who crawled out of Shura Hell, a man who picked up a life from a demon, can grow into a kind angel?

Su Wei was stunned by the scars all over his body, but immediately closed her eyes, her fingers were trembling.

At that moment, she could feel the loneliness and hopelessness experienced by the man in front of her, and she could feel the desperation around him.

She can't do it anymore...

But Yan Xiangting was no longer satisfied with the dwindling numbness in his body. He pulled the dagger fiercely on his abdomen, creating a deep wound.

The sound of sharp daggers cutting flesh made Su Wei's heart jump.

She had already stopped playing games, but he never got tired of it, as if he was deeply in love, he started again.

The sound of skin and flesh being cut, like the sound of silk being torn, is crisp and has a faint texture.If the ear has a heart, it will not bear to listen.

He opened his hand full of blood and sent it to Su Wei, with an elegant and touching smile: "I am willing to serve the person I love the most with everything."

He picked Su Wei's chin with his long fingers, and his eyes flashed with a moving light: "I am so lonely, I found you to fill my emptiness. Little boy, you are the creator who took you from my ribs." Is that the rib?"

His whole body was covered with blood, and the blood on the palm of his hand dripped back warmly.

He whispered softly, as gentle as an angel, and refused to wake up the sleeping baby: "I like you more and more, what should I do? Little boy, tell me what should I do?"

His blood was constantly being lost, so his strength and his body temperature were constantly being taken away.

His fingertips became colder and colder, and under the cover of the starlight, his face was sickly pale and gloomy.

It cast a shadow over his perfect facial features.

Su Wei took a step back and said softly and firmly: "But, I will never like you... goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran towards the door.

When she was by his side just now, she had already touched his key.

Turning around and running at this moment, the key was inserted and turned, and the door was opened.

An extremely disappointed expression appeared on Yan Xiangting's face. He suddenly raised the dagger and slashed his chest hard: "Where are you going? Is it still not enough for me to serve you all of myself?"

The door made of gold was very, very heavy. Except for Yan Xiangting, the rest of the people could only open it from the inside. Su Wei pushed the door outward with all her strength.

Yan Xiangting walked towards her step by step, his pace was much slower due to blood loss and lack of strength.Painful despair appeared on his face: "Why did you leave? Is it because I didn't give enough? I'll give you everything, I'll give you everything..."

The dagger flickered coldly, his flesh split open, blood flowed from his whole body, spurting out, enveloping him in a pool of blood.

Su Wei no longer dared to look at him, nor did she want to look at him anymore.He was so wild as if he had lost his mind, and he was insane... Su Wei pushed the door with all her strength, but she heard blood dripping from behind, dripping onto the golden floor, making strange and strange noises.

Yan Xiangting was angry, disappointed and painful again: "Look at me, look at me, I will give you everything...Look at this blood, the blood from a powerful man, fresh and sweet, I want all of it I gave it to you, why don't you look at it, don't you taste it? Su Wei! Xia Suwei!"

He stretched out his long arm fiercely and grabbed Su Wei.

Su Wei was so frightened that her heart was about to jump out. She turned her head subconsciously. There were all bloodstains on his crazy face, which shone faintly under the stars...

She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and when she struggled hard, Yan Xiangting's blood-losing body could no longer hold on, and he fell back.His blood-covered body fell straight backwards in a pool of blood, and with a hand that still had strength, he cut a knife on the neck... "I will give you even the last one, Are you happy? My Su Wei..."

Su Wei couldn't care less about looking at him anymore, and ran out in horror.

This floor is Yan Xiangting's residence, no one in Yan's family is willing to live with him, even the servants are changed frequently.