After awakening the evil god, it was marked

"Are you crazy? How dare you point a knife at me? Do you know who my father is?" Meng Qianlin's eyes widened and he kicked his legs and struggled.

"Be quiet." Zhou Hanguang stretched the tip of the knife toward his neck by a centimeter, and whispered.

Meng Qianlin's face turned pale, and he raised his head desperately, trying to keep the knife away from him.

"You used him to blackmail me." Yan Zhijin's tone was calm.

"This is not a threat, but a transaction." Zhou Hanguang's eyes were out of focus, showing a strange state of madness, "Professor, will you save him?"

Meng Qianlin screamed: "What are you doing in a daze, save me!"

"Shut up, it's none of your business." Zhou Hanguang raised his chin viciously with the tip of the knife, and drew a blood mark on his chin. The blood dripped down a series of drops, and his tone softened, "Don't shout at the professor." Small call."

He said softly: "Professor, as long as you say 'love me', I will put down the knife. If you promise to give yourself to me, I will let him go immediately. His life depends on your words inside."

He was looking forward to that.Meng Qianlin's struggle and pain gave him unlimited confidence.

He believed that his kind professor would not have the heart to hurt others.

"It's impossible." Yan Zhijin said calmly, "I will not go against my wish."

The last gleam of light in Zhou Han's eyes disappeared, and the knife slashed at Meng Qianlin's neck: "I know, you don't like him. Indeed, I also think he is too noisy. Then let me fulfill your wish for you. "

The sharp silver light was reflected on the blade, and blood beads slid from the tip of the blade.

Meng Qianlin closed her eyes in despair under the dazzling silver light.

But the imagined pain did not come.

He tentatively opened one eye, and found that the pressure on his neck was gone, and there was a figure rolling around his feet.

He opened his eyes happily, jumped a step to the side, just kicked the fruit knife, and quickly picked up the fruit knife to defend himself.

"I don't like being threatened." Yan Zhijin's pupils turned very light, almost transparent.

His body exudes a faint silver light, which reflects his face as sacred and inviolable.

Zhou Hanguang held his head and groaned hoarsely.

He seemed to be being scorched by an invisible fire, so he could only beat his clothes and roll on the ground to relieve the pain.

His home clothes were ripped apart in a dawdling motion, exposing the deep gash on his back.

Yan Zhijin's pupils tightened.

There were three wounds more than ten centimeters long on Zhou Hanguang's back, as if he had been scratched by the sharp blade of some ferocious beast.Each wound was deep enough to show bone.The flesh around the wound was black and rolled outwards, and something was wriggling in the flesh.

And the wound continued to grow.

Yan Zhijin saw a small white mouse running through the wound, biting the flesh around the wound, and its saliva dyed the flesh a festering crimson.

Zhou Hanguang was still muttering to himself: "Why? Why don't you want to believe me... I love you, why don't you give me a little look? I never thought of betraying you, last night was just an accident, I was obsessed I didn't kill her, I really didn't kill her, it was just an accident, if I didn't push her, I would be the one who died!"

The little white mouse gnawed on the rotten meat, and its size was getting bigger and bigger, and its appearance was gradually changing.

It gradually took on the appearance of Zhou Hanguang, and made the same sound as Zhou Hanguang.

Zhou Hanguang's ribs were exposed.Soon he will be gnawed into a bone by the white rat, and the white rat will inherit his appearance.

This is not a lab mouse, this is...

Yan Zhijin suddenly felt uneasy.

It seems that he really judged wrong.

The mouse on Zhou Hanguang's back suddenly screamed and turned into ashes.

The corroded and incomplete white bones gradually recovered, and the new intact flesh grew back, covering the dense white bones.

Zhou Hanguang stopped struggling, and lay on the ground exhausted, looking at Yan Zhijin.

Yan Zhijin said, "I'm sorry."

He pulled Meng Qianlin who was dumbfounded, and walked out the door.

Zhou Hanguang's eyeballs rolled with his movement, and he blinked once with the sound of the door closing.

He looked at the closed door obsessively and obsessively, his bones made a crisp sound, and he stroked the skin on his back.

He must have seen the gods.

Shrouded in silver holy brilliance, the gods are upright, benevolent and kind.

God pronounced his death sentence and rescued him from hell.

He stroked the intact skin.

God... his great god.

He will always be loyal to God and dedicate all his strength to God.

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So sleepy last night...trying to add another chapter today.