Chapter 17

When night came, on a narrow path, a tall, thin and beautiful dark figure was walking towards a small hut in front.

There came a familiar voice: "the police sent Quan Yi, damn it, my plan!"

"Lao Qiu, I can't afford my daughter's tuition." Weak women's voices came out one after another. Now it can be called the trough of life.

"Shut up, I'm trying to do something!" Professor Qiu yelled at his wife and took his anger out on her.

The boy leaned quietly against the wall to eavesdrop. The moonlight shone on the boy, and there was an inexplicable heartbeat. The outline of the side face is more detailed, the thin lips of light powder always rise, and the tiger teeth are evil and lovely.

"Professor Qiu is really poor! Have you abandoned the gold master behind you? " Langsheng whispered.

Mrs. Qiu's temper is too good! A cute voice appeared: "Dad, mom. Haohao doesn't go to school. "

Langsheng peeked at a little girl with short hair and said to Professor Qiu wrongfully that her mother was distressed to see it. But now society values boys over girls. Professor Qiu is very dissatisfied with a girl. His old hand pinches the little girl's tender face. Mother was afraid to come forward.

"Dad! dad! It hurts! " The little girl shouted in panic. Her little hand beat Professor Qiu weakly and pinched her hand.

The harder you fight, the harder you pinch.

Langsheng put black ash on his eyes, flexibly entered the house, kicked Professor Qiu away and directly kicked him to the wall.

The boy is distressed. The little face pinched purple, but he couldn't bear to shed a tear. Langsheng squatted down, comforted and said, "children don't need to be so patient."

Professor Qiu staggered to his feet, picked up the thermos and smashed it at the three.

"Be careful!" Mrs. Qiu shouted in horror.

Langsheng was angry in his eyes, turned his face and looked at him darkly. The arm blocked the thermos, but the place where it was smashed was Langsheng's wound!

The wound was torn, the blood gushed out madly, and the coat was red.

"Animals like you died three years ago." Cold breath, like death's sickle on his neck.

"Stop! Don't come. " Professor Qiu was frightened. Is this... Is this human breath and expression?

Langsheng has no mercy in his eyes. Such people don't need it. A knife flew past and cut the main artery of Professor Qiu's arm. A thin cloth also rolled down and covered his hand when the wind struck by the knife.

Dead, just dead.

After settling down Mrs. Qiu's mother and daughter, Langsheng pasted on Professor Qiu's forehead: this man is an animal. A note.

"Task complete." Four words came out of his mouth.