Master Mu Tsundere Chasing Wife Rules

"Hey! You should show people how despicable you are!"

It is night now, the school is silent and dark, and from the inconspicuous public toilet, there is a low-pitched vicious curse.

The cold moonlight shines through the white plastic pleated windows, slapping the ground line by line, illuminating a person curled up on the ground.

The white shirt was in a mess, with some water stains and shoe prints from being kicked out. It was curled up on the ground, and the part of the waist that was not covered by the clothes revealed a piece of bruised skin, which looked like a fair complexion with the bruised edge. out of place.

The sadistic traces have been spreading into the shirt, and it can be seen that the bruise the size of the sole of the foot is just the beginning.

The boy's black hair was messy and slightly long, covering his entire face, making it impossible to see his original appearance.Only the trembling caused by coughing proved that the man was still alive.

The leader was a tall man, with his back facing the pleated window, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly. Now he was wearing ADDICT black sneakers and kicked the young man on the ground in the abdomen, directly kicking him to the wall of the public toilet. , hit a wall and stopped.

"Oh!" The boy lost consciousness in pain and only groaned.

"Aren't you very capable? Huh? Three good students? Get up! Continue to be capable!" The man still refused to let go, stepped forward, raised his long legs, stepped on the young man's head hard, and rolled his toes.

"Squeak..."

The sound of bones rubbing and breaking was particularly abrupt in the silent air.

Soon, blood gushed out from the invisible black hair and fainted on the ground.

"Tsk!" The man withdrew his legs in disgust, fearing that the dirty blood would ruin the pair of expensive shoes.

Just looking at the shadow, the man put one hand in his pocket, and the other held a cigarette.As soon as he exhaled, the smoke filled the air, and under the moonlight, it looked like a deadly ghost.

The man dusted the cigarette ash on the bruised skin exposed at the boy's waist, and the hot boy trembled subconsciously, and the man's eyes were a little more pleased.

"Your mother will also play such a trick of the little girl who doesn't come to the table, delusional to become a member of the Mu family, fly on the branches and become a phoenix? Just you mother and son, are you worthy? What is your status, don't you know how to look in the mirror? ?Um?"

The man spoke neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, nor did he have a ferocious face, but it happened that he had such a calm appearance, and he spit out these words in a straight voice, which was intimidating.

Not to mention those who were hanging on the ground and unable to respond, even Luo Luo, who was familiar with Uncle Mu around him, was also shocked when he heard this, and he didn't dare to express himself.

The man felt that he was not happy enough just by talking, and he tried his best to face the boy's curled up body with his feet.

The young man on the ground immediately lost his voice and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Don't pretend to be dead!" The man knelt down and pulled up the boy's dark hair, revealing the colorful face that had been beaten. The corners of his mouth, nostrils, and even his ears were clearly dripping with blood.

The young man closed his brows and eyes, leaving only a clear light, and it can be seen that the lifeless eyeballs look half-dead, with less air intake and more air out.

"Hmph, look, this is the usual school bully! Now he looks like he's going to die!" The man still felt unsatisfied, his eyes hardened, he pulled his hair and knocked him back to the ground.

"Boom!" The sound was very loud, and it was visible to the naked eye, and another circle of thick bloody liquid smeared out.

But this was not within the scope of his heartache. On the contrary, he disliked the blood in his hair for polluting his hands. He got up, walked to the faucet, and someone immediately turned on the faucet knowingly.

The water was trickling, washing away the blood on his hands, but it couldn't wash away the indifference, even hatred, in his eyes.

After waving the water in his hand, the attendant immediately handed over another piece of toilet paper, which smelled faintly of cologne.

He walked back and forth, the sound of shoes stepping on the tiles was not loud, but every step seemed to be stepping on the heart, which made people suffocate.

He wiped the palms and backs of his hands with paper, lifted the paper in the air, loosened it, and fell to the boy's side, soaked in blood.