Chapter 735： Long absence, smell of blood

Nanxun accidentally caught the cold light in Gongxuan's eyes, and stunned fiercely.

It's him!

Almost instantaneously, she thought of the first time she saw Gong Yue, the teenager sitting in a luxury car.

That kind of indifferent gaze, just glanced at it, seemed to be stunned, his whole body was entangled with that coldness, and he couldn't move.

Gong Yue slowly stood up from the ground.

He picked up the fruit knife that had fallen from the ground, and stood in front of him, looking down at him, as if the king was holding an ant who could pinch to death at any time.

Suddenly, Gong Yue leaned down and waved the knife lightly. The knife was sharp, and even a silver light was reflected in his wave.

Hua Mao screamed again the next second, and two **** openings were marked on his face.

Hua Mao looked in horror at the boy who was suddenly soaring. Before he could have any more reaction, Gong Yue suddenly held his neck in one hand and held him up like a chick.

Huamao's neck was stretched, his mouth was wide open for inhalation, and his eyes were protruding. His throat made a rattling sound, and he was out of breath at any time. He was desperately struggling, trying to pull the choke The hand in his throat, but found that the more he struggled, the tighter the strength,

In the end, he didn't dare to struggle, but he desperately raised his head and opened his mouth, trying to get oxygen.

Gong Yue loosened his hands and gave him a chance to catch his breath. Instead, he grabbed his coat by the next second, grabbed the colorful hair on his head with his other hand, lifted his head, and then hesitated. Crashed into the wall.

Hua Mao's cough and death gasp were interrupted by a hoarse groan.

"Don't the tattoo on my face look good? Do you want to destroy it?" Gong Yue's cold voice drifted into Hua Mao's ears.

While Hua Mao was still awake, he quickly begged for mercy: "Brother will never dare again! Brother brother forsakes his life! Brother brother will be a cow and a horse for the brother, killing and setting fire is OK!"

"Do you want to scratch my face?" Gong Yue asked again, banging his head against the wall again.

He slammed it and hit it terribly.

A pile of blood ran down Hua Mao's forehead, blurring his vision.

"Do you know what's underneath my tattoo? It's a scar."

"You were still wearing crotch pants when I murdered. How dare you come out and mix?"

Every time Gong Yue spoke, he slammed the wall against Hua Mao's forehead.

The next few stunners were all stunned. Chen Hanran's legs were weak, and he almost knelt without standing.

"Xiao Ba, Gong Yue won't kill someone, right?" Nan Yao also looked startled.

The man's forehead had been knocked out of a blood hole, and blood ran down the corner of his eye, and his face was smeared with blood.

Xiao Ba was quite calm. "The boss has killed more people and killed more people. He has a sense of size and won't kill people. Do you think this flower is very scary now?"

Nanxun said yes.

Xiao Ba immediately said: "My grandfather remembers that there is a world where you look even more scary. Your body is covered with blood. You have been hit with a lot of knives and several bullets all over your body, and you have become a **** person. Grandpa shields you from pain, your cliff will die alive. "

Xiao Ba cooed and asked her, "Remember which world isn't it?"

Nan Yan frowned slightly and replied, "I don't remember."

"Well, why ca n’t you remember such a terrible death? It ’s Xiaobai, the world you became a man! The big boss is Yan Luo, who cried into a dog holding your body ...”

Nanxun's lips tightened tightly, and the hand holding the wall suddenly tightened.

"Xiao Ba, you have a good memory." Nanxun expressionless.

Xiaoba said modestly: "Ashamed and ashamed, Ye only remembers how you died in each world, and other details are forgotten."

Nanxun: "Haha, do you still think of a book?"

Xiaoba was shocked: "How do you know? The lingering love story between you and Da Boss in every world, the grandfather took the book, but only the general plot, when you get old and can't move, the grandfather gives these books You see, you can hold them and reflect on the years we have worked together for merit! You will remember that there was a **** beast called Xiaoba that took you waves and took you to fly, this **** beast is handsome and cracked. coax--"

Nanxun interrupted it: "Xiao Ba, let's take a break for a while, aren't you tired of saying so much?"

Xiao Ba said: "Not tired, thank you my dear for your concern. There is still a little bit of spirituality in communicating with you."

Nanxun rolled his eyes.

Idiot Xiaoba.

"What are you thinking about, let's go together!" One of the horrified punks suddenly yelled.

Several huddled up, two of them were still copying the stick, greeting directly behind Gong Yue.

Gong Yue's head seemed to have eyes. He loosely released his hand and let the hair fall to the ground. He turned his head back quickly, pressed his body to avoid the stick, swept across with one foot, and then stomped on each stomach.

After that kick, a few pains stung into bugs on the ground, and their faces wrinkled together.

Gong Yue stepped on a person with one foot and waved his arm. The fruit knife in his hand penetrated into the palm of his palm fiercely, puncturing it.

Gong Yao's screams made Gong Yan smile deeply, and the corner of his mouth brought an arc of joy.

And he stepped on the stomach of Xiaozhunlu gently, and instead stepped on the bleeding palm, and stomped back and forth with his toes.

Amidst repeated screams, Gong Yue slowly crouched down and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Sobbing back, sobbing, "It doesn't hurt."

"Oh? It doesn't hurt? Then come again." After that, Gong Yue stabbed another knife and penetrated the man's other hand.

Xiaozuo screamed endlessly, so painful he wanted to call his father.

Gong Yue slowly walked in front of another bastard. The **** was so scared that he ran his hands together and crawled forward, but still couldn't avoid the knife in the opponent's hand.

The knife came down and cut directly into his face.

The cold-looking teenager even drew a picture on this confused face with a blade, with a relaxed attitude.

Xiaozhuan trembled with pain, but never dared to say a word.

"Does it hurt?" Gong Yue whispered to him, a piercing coldness revealing in his dead eyes.

With the lesson from the car ahead, the man quickly nodded: "It hurts."

"It hurts? When you hit me just now, why didn't you know it hurt?"

This man cried and said, "Brother, oh no, uncle! I am wrong, brother, I am really wrong! But we also take money to do things, it is him! It is the wicked kid who hired us to repair you!"

Chen Hanran was stunned by a little finger, and then gave Gong Ai the cold look, and he shook his body, then shivered.

"Gong Yue, I ... No, I didn't think ..." Chen Hanran stuttered, speechless, his face paled.

Gong Yue hooked his lips slightly, staring at him, but the hand holding the fruit knife pierced into the palm of the savage palm, it was not bad, and he stabbed several knives in a row.

It wasn't until he poked out everyone's palms and scratched his face with paintings that he thought were very artistic. Gong Yue contentedly handed the blood-stained knife to the tip of his nose.

In the groaning voices around him, he took a deep breath and sighed with enjoyment, "the smell of blood that has long been lost ..."