Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Yang Xiyu's legs were completely limp from fright, his face was covered with tears and snot from crying, and he was in such a state of embarrassment that he was dying.

Eyes covered with tears were still foolishly looking at the direction in which the man in black disappeared.

Standing on the side, Chen Lingyi had no intention of helping her at all.

He frowned, wondering who the man in black was.

The man was very vigilant and ran very fast. If he didn't pay attention, he had completely disappeared into the darkness.

In fact, it was only when he saw the sneaky figures of the man in black and Yang Xiyu that he became suspicious and followed up.

Recently, there have been rumors in the school that their class was being targeted by some horrible pervert. Chen Lingyi didn't say anything, but he was secretly suspicious of the successive incidents in the class.

Meeting Ruan Yao was unexpected.

The unlucky boy could only tremblingly touch the stele and try to stand up, but still looked at Chen Lingyi gratefully: "Thank you guys...thank you."

Chen Lingyi glanced at him, turned around and left with his pockets in his pockets, a long sharp and indifferent shadow was pulled out by the moonlight behind him.

Yang Xiyu didn't want to stay another second in this place where he almost killed himself, so he scrambled and followed behind Chen Lingyi, wanting to leave quickly.

Ruan Yao bit her lip and poked out half of her head to look at Yang Xiyu who was stunned by fright, a little hesitant to appear in front of him.

Is it true that the fewer people who see this kind of secret, the better?

Ruan Yao was tangled thinking about the cannon fodder in horror movies who were silenced because they discovered a great secret, and couldn't help but get nervous.

He was still trying to figure out what was missing, but he accidentally stepped on a bunch of scattered dead branches under his feet.

"Crack" sound.

The sound of yellowing and water-deficient leaves breaking is weak and crisp.

The blade ghost exuding cold air pressed against the young man's white and fragile long neck like a ghost.

"Shh, don't move, kid."

The man was wearing a mask, and his voice sounded muffled, but his tone was low and elegant, reminiscent of a double bass in the hands of a top musician.

If it is on weekdays, such a gentle and magnetic voice will surely fascinate many people.

But in this scene, Ruan Yao has no other thoughts except horror.

Ruan Yao's eyes widened, and she was forced to lean against the tree trunk. The blade was pressed against the soft and slippery flesh, and in a blink of an eye, a trace of blood flowed down the blade.

Less than three meters away from them, Chen Lingyi was still impatiently waiting for Yang Xiyu to regain his strength.

Unexpectedly, not only did the man in black not escape, he even walked around the woods slowly and caught a little guy who thought he was hiding well.

The man's tone was filled with joy that could not be concealed, and he wrapped one hand around Ruan Yao's slender waist, which seemed to be able to be held by one hand. The gentle and indifferent smell of male perfume on his body was mixed with the coldness of metal blades that could pierce the nasal cavity.

Ruan Yao only felt dizzy for a while.

The man hugged him from behind, Ruan Yao swallowed, not daring to turn her head.

In horror movies, if you see the true face of the villain, you will be killed and silenced.

"If you dare to touch me," Ruan Yao tried her best to hold back her trembling body, her eyelashes fluttering, "my family will not let you go."

The man chuckled, and blew on the tips of Ruan Yao's ears, and saw with satisfaction that Bai Yu's earlobes gradually turned crimson.

"Really, then I'll wait for them to come." He said indifferently.

Ruan Yao tightened her fingers tightly on the tree trunk, and her knuckles rubbed several bloodstains on the rough bark.

He took a deep breath, lowered his eyelashes, and there were fingerprints left by Chen Lingyi on his cheeks, looking innocent and pitiful: "I won't tell them, I can swear."

There was a thin layer of calluses on the man's fingertips, and when he rubbed it on his face, it hurt so much that Ruan Yao felt that his face was about to be rubbed to pieces.

He wiped Ruan Yao's face vigorously until he could no longer see Chen Lingyi's fingerprints, but only a large patch of pitiful red on the soft and tender flesh.

Ruan Yao was in so much pain that she almost burst into tears.

As soon as the man lowered his head, the cold glasses leaned against Ruan Yao's cheek. He was so calm, if he ignored the scalpel on his neck, he seemed to be whispering intimately with his lover.

"Don't show such an expression, you can fool them, but you can't fool me."

He spoke so softly, but Ruan Yao felt that the blood in her whole body was about to freeze.

"You can't kill me." He thought he had broken the man's secret, and forced himself to calm down, "I didn't see anything. And I don't even know you."

The man seemed to have heard something funny, and his long and narrow eyes hidden behind the glasses were bent: "Don't you know me?"

His slender and pale fingers gently stroked Ruan Yao's sweaty temple hair, he bit the tip of Ruan Yao's ear, and laughed: "We will know each other later."

"Your little boyfriend seems to be coming back."

His scalpel easily opened the buttons on Ruan Yao's neckline, the sutures fell apart, and the shiny mother-of-pearl buttons fell into the man's hands.

The man lowered his head and sniffed Ruan Yao's neck lightly, then laughed:

"Putting you in such a place alone, his heart is too big."

"Is this kind of person still with him?"

The man's warm breath sprayed on Ruan Yaochi/luo's neck, Ruan Yao felt as if he was wrapped around a poisonous snake, and the hissing snake letter would sweep across his face at any moment.

"We'll meet again soon."

A cold kiss landed on Ruan Yao's eyes, and the thick black eyelashes trembled more and more, like a dying butterfly in a net.

The oppressive feeling disappeared in an instant, and Ruan Yao jumped up from the tree trunk, clutching her neck in horror.

While panting violently, he closed his eyes and quickly thought about the identity of the man in black.

Judging from the tone, they must have met each other, and the man's tone is also terrifyingly familiar.

Ruan Yao's headache was splitting, she must have heard this kind of slow tone somewhere, and heard it many times.

Who is it?

"Ruan Yao!"

Chen Lingyi was carrying a mop bottle that he couldn't even walk. He was so annoyed to death, but when he came back to look for Ruan Yao, he found that Ruan Yao was kneeling on the ground covered in cold sweat, while clutching herself tightly. neck.

Panicked, Chen Lingyi held Ruan Yao's wrist: "What's wrong with you?"

A light breeze of fragrance rushed into Chen Lingyi's arms unexpectedly.

Ruan Yao's bloody fingers were still trembling, and he fell limply in Chen Lingyi's arms, and the skin that rubbed against Chen Lingyi was as cold as ice.

Chen Lingyi sensed something was wrong instantly: "Did he find you?"

Ruan Yao didn't care that there was a third person present, so she buried her head in Chen Lingyi's chest with sullenness, and it took a long time before she heard the young man's suppressed cry: "Don't leave me alone."

He had never shown such weakness in front of Chen Lingyi, crying until the tip of his nose turned water red, and large patches of thin crimson appeared at the end of his eyes.

"I'm scared."

"I almost died."

Ruan Yao's snow-white fingers exposed outside his sleeves tightly grasped Chen Lingyi's coat, and he leaned against Chen Lingyi in a weak voice: "He has a knife and wants to kill me."

Regardless of the unlucky guy who was about to drop his jaw in shock, Chen Lingyi simply hugged Ruan Yao upright.

Ruan Yao was thin, and she was light and weightless when she was picked up.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He held Ruan Yao steadily and walked on the winding path without even looking at Yang Xiyu behind him.

"We're going back."

He lowered his head and comforted the shivering boy in a gentle voice.

But soon his eyes froze.

Ruan Yao had a small white camellia in her dark hair.

The plump and delicate petals trembled in the night wind, and the branches and leaves entangled the boy's hair.

It was a fresh flower bud that looked like it had just been cut from a flower branch. I don't know why its owner used some method to keep it from withering during the chase all the way.

He put the flower that protected the whole way in Ruan Yao's hair.

The face that was already white and bright looked more and more like a ghost emerging from under the moon.

Ruan Yao didn't seem to feel the extra preferential treatment that Chen Lingyi gave her, so she lay in Chen Lingyi's arms with peace of mind, raised her eyes and asked the stunned boy: "What's wrong?"

The petals are twisted into balls in the hands, and the fragrant flower juice splashes on the palms of the hands.

Chen Lingyi hugged the boy expressionlessly: "It's okay, I found something dirty."

Yang Xiyu followed behind the two hesitantly, but couldn't hold back his curiosity for a while: "You..."

Chu Lingyi turned his head to look at Yang Xiyu, and smiled slightly: "As you can see."

It has been a long time since Yang Xiyu could not forget the fear brought to him by that look, as if he was firmly stared at by the ruthless snake eyes, if he dared to show the slightest bit of covetousness towards Ruan Yao, he believed that he would definitely die It's miserable.

The author has something to say:

The man in black is a pleasure, pleasure, crime, hey~