Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

As if, the blood in his whole body was moved and boiled.

It turned out that the teacher was hiding it from me because he was afraid that I would be worried and that I would be taken back by this man.

Teacher, what should I do, now I seem to be a little impatient, I want to kiss you, I want to possess you, I want you, who is so beautiful, holy and gentle, to belong to me forever.

The two people in the room were still exchanging words. Although Chu Jingran was answering the words of the person, he had been thinking about the flash of inspiration just now, and at the moment when the voice fell again, what he had just thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

In addition to the musty smell that has been closed for a long time and has not been ventilated, there is also a strange smell in this room, with a sweet and greasy smell...

Drugged! ! !

The moment Chu Jingran almost thought of this, he immediately lifted his foot to the outside, but just as he lifted his foot, his vision was blurred, and he staggered and almost fell.

When Cheng Fu saw people like this, he immediately put aside the indifference of reasoning with others just now, and laughed proudly: "Hahaha, how about it, you have been recruited."

"You..." Chu Jingran supported the dusty armchair beside him.

[Number 520... exchange it for me immediately...absolutely clear...] Wake up.

Puff-! ! !

Your uncle...just one word short.

Father Cheng smiled complacently when he saw the man who fell to the ground, "How dare you collect evidence of my domestic violence, even if you really killed that little bastard, let you meddle in your own business, let's see if I won't make you look good this time. "

As soon as the words fell, the door was kicked open with a bang, Cheng's father turned his head abruptly, and saw a figure standing in front of the door.

Due to the backlight, Father Cheng didn't see the facial features of the visitor clearly for a while, but he really felt the substantive depressive emotions from the other person, the gloomy negative emotions that lingered all over his body, as if The evil ghost that climbed up from Shura Purgatory.

Swallowing his saliva, Chengfu said a little uneasy: "You... who are you?"

Cheng Yimo ignored the man's words and approached step by step. With the approaching steps, through the light squeezed in from the dilapidated house, Cheng's father could clearly see the appearance of the man opposite him.

"It's you, you little bastard," Cheng's father immediately gained confidence when he saw the man's face, and opened his mouth to curse.

"You little bastard, how dare you hide in the teacher's house, and see if labor and management don't beat you to death today." He said as usual and stepped forward with his fists in his hands.

At the moment when his fist was about to land on the human face, Cheng Yimo leaned slightly, staggered to the empty father, and almost fell down in embarrassment. At this moment, Cheng Yimo beside him raised his foot , kicked the man's lower back fiercely.

As if being hit by a high-speed car, Cheng's father flew out in a straight line like a cannonball. With a loud bang, he crashed into a lot of tables, chairs and benches, causing dust to fly in the room .

Father Cheng, who fell to the ground in a pile of mess, only felt the pain as if his internal organs were displaced. He opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of blood and a few bloody teeth, and then he curled up and covered his stomach and moaned in pain. Voice.

Looking at the man in distress, Cheng Yimo's eyes showed no emotion, and slowly approached the person on the ground stepping on light and shadow flickering steps.

Chengfu looked at the same face, but at this moment, Cheng Yimo seemed to be a different person, dragging his bloodstained body in severe pain, instinctively moving backward with difficulty.

"You...you...what do you want to do?"

Cheng Yimo didn't reply to his words, just took one step at a time, until he was completely forced to nowhere, he lifted his foot and stepped on his chest without any pity.

"What did you do to the teacher?" The cold voice echoed in the solitary darkness, like the death scythe on the neck.

Father Cheng on the ground trembled violently because of fear, "It's just... just a little drug."

The strength under his feet tightened inch by inch, "Will it hurt the teacher's body?"

The pain on his chest seemed to be pressing on a huge mountain, and the blood in Chengfu's mouth gushed out again and again. The severe pain and panic made him shout back: "No, no... It won't hurt his."

Sure enough, when the words fell, he felt the feet in front of his chest lifted and slowly retracted. However, his joy did not last for a short second, and the sound of bone cracking was mixed with a miserable howl from the man's mouth. outgoing.

The severe pain caused his slightly hunched body to curl up, like a humble beggar. The man stared wide-eyed, watching the other party stepping on his left hand with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and the blood flowed continuously like a fountain. overflow.

Cheng Yimo just stepped on the person's left hand, carefully crushing all the bones in that hand under his feet.

"Does it hurt?" He whispered casually.

"It hurts... it hurts... please... let me go." Every tone of his voice trembled.

In such an environment, Cheng Yimo raised his clear eyes, and a smile bloomed on his face, which was weird and dark.