Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Kong Yu had a scar on his wrist, so he couldn't use any strength. His right hand, which was struggling to support his body, was gradually showing signs of slipping.

"If you can't hold on, come down. No one will laugh at you." Si Mo's voice lingered in his ears, with obvious teasing.

"You fucking...uh...cough cough" Kong Yu was forced to cover his neck, feeling a tingling and wetness in his neck. He suddenly sensed something and took down his trembling hand. There was bright red blood in his palm.

"Oh my God, call a doctor!"

"Someone is hurting himself!"

Hearing the noisy sounds around him, Kong Yu was completely panicked. What happened to his throat? Why did they say he was self-harming?

Kong Yu blinked and was brought back to his senses by the sound of a sharp object falling to the ground. The knife fell at his feet, as if it had fallen from his hand.

At this moment, Kong Yu saw clearly that all this was done by Si Mo.

Who is he? He has lived for more than 20 years with such a supernatural ability, and he simply cannot believe it.

My life might mean nothing in his eyes. Si Mo probably kept me alive in the first place because he was waiting for this day.

Kong Yu knew that he could not defeat Si Mo.

He suddenly had the urge to retreat. His safety was the most important thing now, more important than his reputation, honor, or status!

Even if he could only be a street rat that could not be seen in the light for the rest of his life, even if he had to be suppressed forever, Kong Yu didn't care at all. As long as he still had a life, he didn't want to die.

Kong Yu was trying to get down from the window in a panic because the area around him was already stained with bright red blood due to his previous actions. The media reporters saw that the situation was gradually getting out of control and no one wanted to get involved.

After taking a few quick photos, I left on my own accord.

Si Mo took a few steps back with the crowd. Kong Yu thought he had been let go, but he still stared at his movements intently, not daring to relax at all.

The last thing he saw was the vampire's charming face with a smile. Si Mo snapped his fingers before turning around. In less than half a second, he had teleported from the hospital ward to the luxury car parked outside.

He leaned against the car, picked up a small branch, and lit the windows of the hospital one by one from bottom to top.

"Twelve, thirteen, ... - bang!"

There was a dull thud, and Si Mo's small branch just happened to fall on the window. A vague figure fell quickly beside the window. For two seconds, screams were heard continuously.

Si Mo curled the corners of his mouth, threw away the branch, turned around, opened the car door, and left in a cool manner.

No one knew that in the ward where everyone had just left, Kong's mother, who had been unconscious, suddenly woke up. She stared blankly at Kong Yu, who had just taken half a step back. When their eyes met, she suddenly rushed over like crazy and pushed Kong Yu down as if to solve a problem.

The news was all over the place, and there were numerous surveillance cameras in the hospital, capturing the entire process without any blind spots.

The doctors and police from the emergency room arrived, but Kong Yu's rescue efforts were ineffective and his mother was arrested and interrogated.

No one understood why a mother would be so cruel to her own child.

Kong's mother seemed to be mentally unstable. She couldn't think when asked questions. She seemed to be immersed in her own world at the moment.

Perhaps not just at this moment, she has lived in her own world all her life.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, and she was only mumbling something, which could only be heard if one got closer.

"How could my son be mentally ill?"

"Xiaoyu, work harder, and dad will come back to see us when he is happy."

"Shame on you, you've embarrassed me again. Why did you throw yourself into my belly, Kong Yu, go to hell."

She had this child twenty-four years ago, and since then her heart has been split into thousands of pieces. She longed for her husband's attention, and later placed her hopes on this son.

But he didn't share any for himself.

She is Confucius' mother, but her name is Qin Zhi.