Chiwuxing

(Anecdotes from Tang Lan)

The young man stood in front of the man, a pair of superbly formed eyes filled with iciness, and looked directly at the man's gaze.

I saw him speak slowly, without any waves in his voice:

"The director has no father, no mother, no heart and no heart."

Ni Congwen was obviously not moved by the young man's words, but looked up at him with great interest, and said:

"Prove it to me."

The boy didn't hesitate to move forward, grabbed the writing brush on the case, thrust it into his chest, pushed it in with all his strength, and the blood burst out instantly.

The blunt end of the writing brush is not as sharp as a sword after all, but with the momentum of the young man at this moment, it stabs a few inches abruptly.But the person's complexion remained unchanged, and the line of his lips was tight, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

To be so ruthless to himself, his heart is already unpredictable.

Rao Ni Congwen was used to seeing strong warriors recommended by himself, but he was also touched by this teenager who was only a teenager at this moment.

The young man's face turned pale with the flow of blood. He only remembered that at the last moment before he passed out, he was caught by a pair of arms. In a daze, he caught a glimpse of the crane's beak pointing at the man's official robe on his chest. A round of red sun, even though it was so much lighter than the blood on his chest, he still felt dazzling.

A discordant warmth spread through the official robe to his cold and trembling body.

The teenager thought before losing consciousness:

He still lied, he was a liar.

Total liar.