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

A hint of madness flashed across Xie Yingwei's narrow eyes. He was in an extremely excited state: "I will let him see with his own eyes how you have become a useless person, and then I will take him for myself in front of you."

"Don't you like to rely on those little tricks to get ahead? Then I will cripple your hands and make you unable to pluck the strings of the guitar again!"

Xie Yingwei narrowed his eyes, a fierce look flashed across his eyes, he took out a dagger that he had prepared in advance from his side, scraped the blade back and forth on the tip of the flame, and the thin blade gradually became scorching hot.

Nan Jiu's playful expression disappeared, and he looked at Xie Yingwei with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "What are you going to do?"

"Go crazy."

Xie Yingwei did not deny it, or rather, he no longer cared what Nan Jiu said.

"It's time." He raised his eyes and looked at the clock behind Nan Jiu. The hour hand was stuck on the hour. Xie Yingwei smiled bloodthirstyly: "He will be here soon."

"I wonder if Xiaomo will like the birthday present I prepared for him?"

……

Si Mo used his divine power to sense Nan Jiu's location until he walked into a familiar high-end residential area.

He recognized that this was near Xie Yingwei's home.

Sure enough it was him.

Si Mo narrowed his eyes, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, he lowered his eyes to look.

Children: (coordinates)

: I'm here, and I've got a surprise for you.

[Master! I have contacted Yanchen's system. ]

At the same time, Benben finally broke through the inherent restrictions and successfully resonated with the opponent's advanced system.

[Ahhh, that stinky wolf said that the Lord God is in danger now. What should I do, Lord?]

[And his current setting is only the most basic strategy system, there is no way to provide cheats for the Lord God. 】

The lights a few meters outside the basement suddenly lit up, a gust of fragmented wind blew past, and Si Mo's figure appeared there instantly.

His head was still dizzy, and his divine power could only barely suppress the high temperature surging in his body. At the same time, all his senses were magnified one after another. His anxious and torn state of mind made him exude a terrible aura. Si Mo really wanted to kill someone now.

Ling Sheng, who was surrounded by the Fox God, was filled with extreme anger, and Benben unconsciously moved a few meters away from Si Mo.

Before that, Xie Yingwei disinfected all the tools. Several barrels of high-concentration liquor were leaning against the wall of the basement, and the cramped space was filled with a particularly pungent smell.

"Well, let's get started." The man tilted his head, and the edges of his gold-rimmed glasses on his face were illuminated by the red light of the flames, giving him an exceptionally gentle warm glow. Xie Yingwei was used to being hypocritical.

But in essence, he is a pervert. After coming to this city, Si Mo was the third person he targeted.

Nan Jiu resisted his approach with his eyes until Xie Yingwei pulled his arm roughly and fiercely. Nan Jiu struggled to free himself from the rope behind his back with one hand, but found that he had no strength to do anything.

Xie Yingwei twisted Nan Jiu's shoulders, and a crisp clicking sound was heard in the air. The numbness and pain at this moment caused Nan Jiu to groan in his throat, and he stared at Xie Yingwei with red eyes.

"Don't worry. It's not broken," Xie Yingwei explained to him gently, "It's just dislocated. I'll just consider it as returning it to you."

"Don't look at me like that. After all, I don't really want to kill you."

The door of the basement is extremely thick, blocking out any sound of wind from outside.

The next moment, Xie Yingwei forcefully pried Nan Jiu's hands apart and fixed his palms on the table.

The blade that had been prepared for a long time was roasted to a scorching heat, then cooled down and started again.

Xie Yingwei narrowed his eyes, as if he was seriously considering: "Where should I start..."

"If the tendon is ruptured, you can still touch that thing. How about here?" Xie Yingwei explained patiently, scraping the tip of the knife in his hand on the center of Nan Jiu's palm: "Lumbrical muscle."

"And here." The man explained with an expression of great enjoyment on his face, as if the scene in front of him was in some high-end laboratory and he was dissecting a poor little white mouse.

"These two places are enough to turn you into a useless person."

"This is enough."

The red-hot tip of the knife cut through his skin. Nan Jiu took a breath and frowned unconsciously.

"Hmm..." The young man's voice was hoarse. He didn't want to look at the movements of Xie Yingwei's hands because of the severe pain, which caused a buzzing in his ears.

He heard Xie Yingwei tutted his lips in disapproval, complaining that the movements were too slow.

So he turned the handle of the knife, and the venomous snake's eyes suddenly became sharp and cold, and he stabbed towards the table without any hesitation!

The blade was only half a centimeter away from Nan Jiu's palm, and the breeze it brought seemed to have pierced into his skin, spurting out bright red blood.

Nan Jiu suddenly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly because of extreme fear. He had died once, and the pain of chemotherapy in his original world was almost a hundred times more than it is now, so he didn't care what Xie Yingwei did to him.

It was just a pity that he couldn't make Si Mo happy.

When I close my eyes, the image in my mind is of another person. It is Si Mo.

Will the god who saved him favor him this time?

A second or two passed, and there was no pain as imagined, from the cold weapon piercing the flesh.

Nan Jiu's breathing stagnated, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Yingwei's fierce and ferocious face.

The man gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, the bulging blue veins on his neck testifying to how hard he was trying, but at this moment the knife hanging above him was like being blocked by a thousand-pound rock, with a thin layer of cloth separating his palms, and a faint blue mist continued to spread.

Bang —

At the same time, the basement door was kicked open from the outside.

The moment his sights met, Xie Yingwei's pupils shrank, "Si... um..."

The man groaned in unbearable pain, and the sharp blade in his hand suddenly flew out uncontrollably, changing direction in the air without an apparent afterimage, and suddenly slashed towards his neck.

Xie Yingwei slowly raised his hand and touched the side of his neck. The moist and warm touch was extremely familiar. A faint smell of blood escaped from between his fingers, stimulating his central nervous system.

The moment he put his hands down, Xie Yingwei saw that his hands were covered in blood. His arteries were severely cut, and the speed was so fast that he could not react. He even felt only a little bit of pain, as if he was just bitten by a mosquito.

As a large amount of blood gushed out, a few drops splashed on Nanjiu's face, and the most beautiful flowers bloomed in front of the boy's eyes.

He was so shocked by this scene that he couldn't recover from his shock, but it was obviously not over yet. Si Mo did not intend to let Xie Yingwei go.

Nan Jiu watched Si Mo calmly walk in from the door. The dust raised around him seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. Every step he took was like a demon walking out of hell.

"...Brother." Nan Jiu called him.

Perhaps he was hallucinating.

Although the aura of this person was familiar, it also made him feel extremely strange. Nan Jiu was not sure whether it was Si Mo.

But it turned out that he was right.

When Si Mo heard Nan Jiu's voice, the expression on his face moved slightly. His eyes were focused on the face of the person tied to the chair, and the coldness on his body did not diminish.

He walked over mechanically and finally stopped in front of Nan Jiu. He just casually glanced at the hemp rope on the back of the chair. A blue light flashed in his fox eyes for a second, and the next second, the ropes that bound Nan Jiu's body were neatly cut in the middle and fell to the ground.

Si Mo stood in front of Nan Jiu and blocked him behind him, which was a subconscious protective gesture.

"I'm here." His voice was full of warmth, and Nan Jiu instantly felt that the person in front of him was not scary at all, he was still that gentle and kind brother.

"So don't be afraid."

The moment he was untied, Nan Jiu struggled to grab Si Mo's hand and found that the temperature was extremely hot, as if it was going to melt him.

Xie Yingwei stood there in a daze with horror on his face. The arteries under his hands were still gushing blood and his vision was gradually turning black, a symptom of excessive blood loss.

But how is this possible? !

According to his plan, Si Mo shouldn't have arrived so soon.

When he arrived, he should have seen Nan Jiu turned into a disabled person, and he had not yet seen the gift he had carefully prepared for Si Mo.

It shouldn't be like this.

All this did not go according to Xie Yingwei's plan, which made him feel particularly unhappy.

"You chose him, Si Mo..." Xie Yingwei trembled all over, and his heart seemed to be stabbed to the extreme: "You will regret it."

"Am I not good enough for you?!"

Tears and blood mixed together on his face. Xie Yingwei clenched his fists silently. He pounced on the knife that fell to the ground, picked it up and stabbed towards the two people opposite him.

Since you can't get it, kill it.

This is Xie Yingwei's basic principle when treating prey.

After all, his hands have been dirty for a long time.

Nan Jiu tightly grasped Si Mo's wrist and suddenly pulled him back: "Brother, be careful!"

Si Mo himself did not resist at all and let Xie Yingwei pounce on him. Finally, the cold tip of the knife was stopped half a meter in front of his eyes.

The two of them were blocked by a barrier formed by divine power. Xie Yingwei's sword was like an egg hitting a rock, and he himself was knocked several meters away by the force.

Si Mo had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, but coupled with his aloof and cold expression, it only made people feel creepy and elegant.

"Idiot." The fox god opened his lips slightly and slowly uttered two words.

The strong blue divine power flowed from his wrist, easily controlling the knife in Xie Yingwei's hand.

It seemed as if the young man opposite was its owner, and Xie Yingwei was just a thief who looked extremely embarrassed and ridiculous.

The weapon in his hand was forced out again, reflecting a horrifying scene in the man's pupils - the knives fell like rain, scraping mercilessly on every part of Xie Yingwei's body.

It was like the final torture of a criminal.

Because there was a barrier in front of them, the blood could not splash on the two of them.

Si Mo watched the bloody scene coldly, without any ripples in his eyes, as if he was already used to such scenes.

At the same time, a red light alarm sounded in Si Mo's sea of ​​consciousness.

Nan Jiu was stunned for a moment, then blinked and found that the thing was still there.

Perhaps because of the empathy between his system and Si Mo's system, he could actually see what was above Si Mo's head.

The divine power has run out of time...

As the last bit of red disappeared, Si Mo's legs instantly went limp, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a pool of water, falling backwards limply.

Fell into Nan Jiu's arms.

“Brother…!” Nan Jiu quickly caught Si Mo, and his skin was burning hot wherever he touched.

Yan Chen [Host, you guys leave first, I'll take care of the aftermath. ]

Nan Jiu nodded solemnly: "Yeah."

Then he bent down, picked up Si Mo with one hand, and walked out of the dark basement.

Three minutes later, a riot broke out downstairs in the community to which Nan Jiu had his back turned.

The flame lamp was knocked over, and the liquor in the room acted as a fuel. The raging fire blew up the basement and burned Xie Yingwei's house, leaving no trace.