Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 392 He Who Comes Against the Light (29)

Huo Qin's mind quickly ruled out known enemies.

He didn't stop, the cold and sharp blade was exposed on the slender fingertips, slashing towards the opponent's fatal vital point.

The other party slowly raised his head.

The light from the lamp on the stand finally illuminated her face.

The cold light refracted by the blade reflected in her eyes.

She didn't have any intention of fighting back, she just looked at him steadfastly.

The cold and deadly murderous intent barely stopped in front of her carotid artery.

Huo Qin was stunned, with some disbelief in his eyes.

What he wanted to ask hadn't been said yet.

As soon as Qian Qiu raised his hand, he grabbed his collar and pulled it down fiercely.

He was forced to bend down, and the sharp blade in his hand almost sank into the opponent's delicate and fair skin.

Huo Qin turned the sharp blade to his own direction and swiped across his palm.

He gave up his only chance to fight back, and wanted to say something.

The soft touch fell on his lips.

Huo Qin opened his eyes and felt her strength was heavy, tossing and biting.

This pain is nothing at all.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, trying to pull her away.

As soon as Huo Qin raised his hand, he was pinched by Qianqiu, turned behind his back, and pressed hard against the wall behind him.

Such a gesture is like an arrested prisoner who has been physically restrained.

The taste of blood spread between the lips and teeth.

I don't know how long it took.

Only then did Qianqiu let go of him, panting.

It was late at night, and there was only one solitary light on the stand in the entire playground.

In the pale light.

Qian Qiu's eyes were gloomy, with a hint of coldness in his expression.

Her lips were still stained with blood, and against her fair skin, she looked like a gorgeous flower that was in full bloom.

A thought flashed through his mind.

The soil where it grew did not know how many bones were buried deep.

The flowers that bloomed were as bright red as watered with fresh blood, and they were in full bloom.

That is.

Poppies.

Qian Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Huo Qin in front of him.

The tip of her tongue sticks out, like an elegant vampire under the moonlight, with a lazy expression, licking the blood stained on her lips.

Qian Qiu pinched his chin and said coldly:

"I just counted down the countdown for a long time."

Huo Qin was taken aback.

Qianqiu pinched his chin, pulled it in front of her, and said:
"From ten to one, and then from zero point ninety-nine to zero point zero zero zero nine..."

"You still ran away behind my back, huh?"

"I do not……"

"Heh." Qian Qiu sneered, interrupting his words.

She let go of his collar and said, "wait for me."

Huo Qin was taken aback.

He watched Qian Qiu walk to the side and dragged the chair beside him.

Huo Qin didn't know what she was going to do, maybe she wanted to do it.

He whispered, "I'll help you."

Just as he was about to walk over, he heard Qian Qiu scolding: "Stand still."

Huo Qin could only stand where he was.

"Don't move around."

Qian Qiu snorted coldly and dragged the chair over, and stood up on it.

There is a big difference in height between this plane and the little brother.

It used to be okay to add a few pieces of height-increasing insoles under the soles of the feet, but now I have to move chairs to fill the scene.

Anyway.

In terms of pomp and momentum, you must not lose.

Huo Qin pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

At first, I thought she was aggressive, but now it's inexplicable...

cute.

Qianqiu was taller than Huo Qin, and when he stretched out his hand, it touched the wall behind him.

She was condescending and said, "Do you still dare to run?"

"I didn't..." He wanted to defend.

"Ok?"

"Don't dare."

He lowered his eyes, subconsciously raised his arms around her waist, and said:

"That chair is broken, be careful not to fall."

(End of this chapter)