After the mission was completed, the yandere boyfriend turned evil

For a moment, the scene became chaotic. Jin Yanyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he put away the cynicism on his face. He picked up the broomstick on the ground and beat the group of thugs desperately.

"Give me a buff." Jiang Yan narrowed her eyes.

007 sat upright, tapping the screen rapidly with his paws.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the tickling skill."

Jiang Yan paused as she took a step forward, turned her head and looked at 007 who had popped out of space. The corners of her mouth twitched, "Are you serious?"

"… mistake." 007 was silent for two seconds. It originally wanted to click on the one next to it that would give it great power.

"Open a new one." Jiang Yan took a deep breath and resisted the urge to crush it with a punch.

007 shuddered, and crawled back using his hands and feet. He stared at the screen for a moment, "It will take ten minutes to buffer before it can be reopened."

"Fuck." Jiang Yan finally couldn't hold back and cursed. She looked up at Jin Yanyan, who was not doing very well in the melee, tightly gripped the iron rod, and rushed forward with gritted teeth.

Jin Yanyan's forehead was broken, and blood flowed down his cheek. He gritted his teeth and reached out to wipe it away. Seeing her coming over, his brows knitted tightly. Without thinking, he put his arms around her waist and pushed her out, "Go into the house!"

As soon as he pushed her out, Jin Yanyan suddenly felt a heat burning in his body, rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and then gradually turned into... itch?

The feeling became stronger and stronger. Jin Yanyan took a breath, tightened his muscles, rubbed his fingers on the wooden stick, and gradually became unable to continue.

"boom!"

The opponent's wooden stick hit him on the forehead fiercely. Jin Yanyan's body stiffened and his head felt dizzy. He shook his head violently, forcing himself to stay awake.

"Ding, a new skill has been unlocked for the host, Diamond Hands."

Jiang Yan was stunned for a second, then felt the change in his hand, and without thinking, he rushed forward again.

The other party was like a madman, just waving the iron rod in his hand.

Jiang Yan gritted her teeth, picked up the stick she had just picked up and swung it at the person in front of her. With that skill, the power of the stick in her hand would increase tenfold as long as it touched something.

But after a while, only a few of the people in front of him were left, and some of them climbed up from the ground tremblingly.

"Go into the house and have some rest. Leave this to me." Jiang Yan took the time to glance at Jin Yanyan, her tone firm.

Jin Yanyan frowned, but the feeling in his body became stronger and stronger, making him more and more uncomfortable, and he could hardly hold the stick in his hand.

"Be careful." He panted softly and then stumbled towards the house.

Jiang Yan came back to her senses and squeezed the iron rod tightly when the other party's stick came towards her. Unexpectedly, before she could swing it, a hand suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

A gust of wind passed by, and the man in front of him was kicked away.

Jiang Yan was stunned for two seconds, then turned to look at the person who was hugging her tightly in surprise.

The other person's blood-red eyes were fixed on her, with terrifying murderous intent in his eyes and his face was incredibly dark.

Before she could react, Xie Ci took the stick from her hand, and the bloodthirsty murderous aura from his body swept over her.

Jiang Yan's heart trembled, her eyelids twitched twice, and she reached out and grabbed the corner of Xie Ci's clothes, "Xie Ci, don't be impulsive."

She swallowed, some panic flashing in her eyes. She had seen what he looked like when he was sick, so she was afraid that he would get out of control after he started.

"Yan Yan, your dark value has exploded." 007 pinched the fur on his body, his voice trembling slightly.

"Give me a special sedative, no, anesthetic." Jiang Yan took a breath and held Xie Ci's hand tightly.

The person on the opposite side seemed to be blind. After testing for a moment, he raised his stick and hit the two men fiercely.

Jiang Yan's eyelashes trembled, and before she could react, Xie Ci grabbed the iron rod and swung it up fiercely.

When the man fell to the ground, he took out a knife from somewhere and stabbed the man in the back, again and again, and blood flowed instantly.

Jiang Yan's face changed, "Thank you! Stop it!"

Hearing her voice, Xie Ci froze for a moment, but only for a moment, then the knife in his hand stabbed in again.

The blood flowed down his fingers, soon dyeing his entire palm red.

He slowly stopped, stood up and looked at the other two people who were still standing. His eyes were indifferent, as if the person just now was not him.

The two men felt a chill on the soles of their feet, so cold that their bones were trembling. They looked at each other and took two steps back.

"Thank you, come back." Jiang Yan gritted his teeth, his tone threatening.

It was a long time after he finished speaking before Xie Ci moved. He threw away the knife in his hand, lowered his eyes to look at his bloody hands, frowned slightly, wiped them on his clothes, then turned around, his face looking innocent again.

"Yan Yan, I..." feel itchy.

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He moved his lips, but was too tired to speak anymore.

"Be good and get some sleep." Jiang Yan held his waist and let out a light breath. Her forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

Xie Ci leaned on her, his head drooping on her shoulder, his breathing became heavier, his eyes slightly closed, and he gradually lost consciousness.

Jin Yanyan sat against the wall, feeling as if millions of ants were crawling on his body, biting him densely. He tried to scratch to relieve the itch, but it was of no use and made him feel even worse.

Two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his chest had unconsciously turned red, with some red spots sparsely scattered on it.

This was the scene Jiang Yan saw when she pulled Xie Ci in from outside. She was stunned. How could he get hurt in a fight...was he allergic?

"Yan Yan, your tickling skill seems to be effective on two people." 007 poked his head out and reminded.

Jiang Yan paused slightly, then pulled open Xie Ci's collar. As expected, Xie Ci's chest was also crimson and covered with red spots, even more serious than Jin Yanyan's.

She frowned slightly, not knowing whether to let go or not.

"Is there an antidote?" Jiang Yan's fingertips trembled slightly as she carefully placed Xie Ci on the blanket that Wu Zhenguo had spread on the ground.

"Only one copy."

"..."

Jiang Yan was silent. She shook the small medicine bottle in her hand and said, "Can't we each take half?"

"Half for each is useless." 007 looked at her, his eyebrows slightly moved, "This skill will automatically expire in an hour, Yanyan, give it to Xie Ci."

Jiang Yan frowned, hesitant.

After all, Jin Yanyan was called by her, and now Jin Yanyan is still awake.

Jin Yanyan raised his eyes and glanced at her. He felt a little powerless and struggled to stand up by holding on to the shelf beside him. He stretched out his hand and scratched his neck, "I...I'll call my...people..."

"boom!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise outside the house, and the already shaky door was suddenly kicked open. The people who came in were aggressive, dressed in standard black, with a dragon on their clothes, and their hair was combed neatly in one direction.

“…Fuck.” Jin Yanyan’s eyelids twitched and he cursed softly.

No wonder I came so late, it turns out I was wasting my time doing these things.

Seeing the people lying in the yard, everyone was stunned and looked solemn. After walking around to make sure that Jin Yanyan was not there, they looked up and saw Jin Yanyan leaning against the door with a strange expression and staggering.

"Brother Jin!"

The colorful-haired boy in the lead ran over and asked, "Brother Jin, how did you get hurt like this?"

Jin Yanyan was shaking so hard that he wanted to vomit. He frowned and pushed him away. Because his body was too itchy, he spoke incoherently, "If you... came... later, you... would only be able to see... my... dead body."

After saying a few words, he reached out to scratch his neck. There were already several bloody scratches on his neck. His face became redder and the symptoms seemed to be spreading to his brain.

"Drink this."

Jiang Yan thought for a long time, and finally gave him the medicine.

Jin Yanyan was stunned and hesitated, "What... is this?"

"Medicine." Jiang Yan glanced at him, and before she regretted it, she quickly stuffed the medicine into his hand, "Drink it and you will be fine."

Sure enough, after drinking the medicine, the rash on his body disappeared visibly, and the itching in his body gradually dissipated.

He was a little shocked and stared at Jiang Yan for a long time. His lips moved and just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of a car horn outside the door.

"They are coming." Wu Zhenguo paused while pouring water, his lips trembling slightly. He focused his attention and looked at Jiang Yan.

"Don't panic." Jiang Yan did not stop her hands and bandaged Wu Hao's wound skillfully.

Jin Yanyan narrowed his eyes, took a sip of tea, and tapped his fingers on the table.