His jade-like fingertips brushed the thread, and a bloody light flashed in his eyes.
Yun Dieyi looked at Mo Feijun in front of her, and suddenly missed the super cute Jun Feimo.
Jun Feimo may not be as powerful as the man in front of you, but when you get along with him, you don't have any burden on your heart. It gives people a feeling of a breeze, as comfortable as standing in the clouds.
...When Mo Feijun's thrilling smile disappeared from the corners of his mouth, his hands moved slightly, and blood stains began to appear on the flower-picking man's arms again, and the overflowing blood was like a bloody stream, flowing in an endless stream.
The flower-picking man's screams became even more tragic. Because of the excessive pain and fear, his voice was a bit sharper than that of the eunuch. It sounded particularly harsh, like the sound made by broken porcelain fragments scratching the glass.
People feel extremely uncomfortable.
Mo Feijun gently threw out one word, "Noisy."
After that, all the screams of the flower-picking man disappeared, and only his open mouth and rapidly dilating pupils could be seen.
All kinds of sounds that were too late to come out disappeared suddenly in his mouth, as if his tongue had been cut off, and he lost the ability to express language. Only the mouth shape that could not distinguish the words was frozen like that.
Yun Dieyi watched as all the pain of the flower-picking man turned from violent venting to silence. Suddenly, she had the illusion that she was watching a silent movie. She opened her eyes slightly and only watched with her peripheral vision.
Seeing Yun Dieyi's little move, Mo Feijun suddenly walked in front of her, held up her fair and tender face with his hands, and forced her to look at the pain and misery of the man picking flowers, "Didn't you say that I can't kill people?"
Is it new? What do you think now?"
At this time, Mo Feijun was very similar to the man who focused on the art of killing just now. He was also different from the ruthless and cold-hearted Mo Feijun before. His appearance, which was already more elegant than the woman, suddenly had a few more features.
Childlike stubbornness.
There is even some playfulness and interest in a pair of eyes, and the eyelashes are like brushes, casting a silhouette on the face, as if to say, hum, I am killing people now with new ideas, should you praise me?
Yun Dieyi was forced to look directly at the man picking flowers. In the end, she was really not interested in the naked body where the blood was mixed. She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Feijun, who had such an ever-changing style. She put her hand on his face and caressed his ear slowly.
Mo Feijun resisted anyone's contact. He originally planned to throw Yun Dieyi far away as usual, causing her to fall apart. However, when her hand covered his face, he strangely found that there was no disgust in his heart.