The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 95 The Overlord’s White Moonlight Is Back (7)

Even though he was attacked by such vicious words, the expression on Song Yanzheng's stern face remained unchanged.

The straight back is respectful and strong.

"Master, madam told me to take you back!

You better be obedient, I don't want to hurt you! "

The noble young man raised his chin slightly, with arrogance and arrogance: "Don't use that woman to suppress me! No one can force me to do things I don't want!"

With a demonic and crazy red light flashing in his eyes, the young man took out the knife hidden in his pocket, and pressed the sharp blade against his sickly pale and slender neck: "If you dare to go forward, I will die for you."

As if to prove the credibility of this sentence, the young man exerted force on his wrist, and the luminous blade cut through his skin almost instantly.

The gorgeous blood flow made his skin extremely white.

It was like a clean, dust-capped snowy land suddenly blooming with an extremely colorful red plum.

Morbidly good looking.

Different from Song Yanzheng's nervousness and faint smell of blood, the provocative boy's deep eyes were full of hot and crazy emotions.

Song Yan grew up watching Ming Si grow up, knowing that he can do what he says.

Afraid that he would do something to hurt himself, Song Yanzheng raised his arms, took a step back, and calmly comforted him: "I won't go over, you take the knife..."

Before the word 'let go' was out of my mouth, there was a sudden explosion from behind: "Sinister! See justice descend from me!"

Song Yanzheng turned his head almost subconsciously.

A 37-yard foot fell from the sky and kicked him in the face impartially.

The huge force of inertia caused Song Yanzheng to lose his center of gravity, knocked his head against the corner of the wall at the entrance of the alley, and passed out instantly.

Fusang still felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger, so he kicked a few more times in retaliation: "Step on my pancakes! Step on my pancakes! Let you step on my pancakes!"

"Brat and you!"

After venting his anger halfway, Fusang turned his spearhead and pressed forward step by step towards the stunned young man: "Don't you know how to apologize when you hit someone?"

"Click."

There was a clear and crisp sound behind her, and Fusang stopped in her footsteps, and the moment she turned around, a dark muzzle of a gun was aimed at her head.

Fusang: "..."

The so-called man can bend and stretch.

With an embarrassed smile on his face, Fusang slowly raised his arms: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

Song Yanzheng, who was still dripping blood on his forehead, looked extremely ugly, and he stared at Fusang viciously.

"Master, come behind me."

Fusang retreated step by step, taking advantage of Song Yanzheng's distraction when he was talking to the boy, he dashed behind the boy and hid.

"Hey, tell someone about this, everyone is a civilized person, it's really out of style to be so angry, let him put down the gun, and speak slowly."

Civilized people?
"You are here to insult the word civilization."

The boy's tone was mocking, and he lowered his eyes to see what the person who became cowardly in a second looked like.

But unexpectedly, he bumped into a pair of clear and clean eyes, the pupils were moist, like a puddle of clear snow water.

It was so clean that people couldn't help but have an urge to destroy her.

The boy fell in love with these eyes almost instantly.

I like it so much that I want to take him out for collection.

With strange excitement in his eyes, the young man stroked Fusang's dirty face gently: "Your eyes are so beautiful, I like them very much."

There is obsession and treachery in the eyebrows and eyes.

Fusang keenly sensed that there was something wrong with the spirit of this well-behaved and delicate young man with picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

(End of this chapter)