Seeing Yun Dieyi's appearance, Mo Feijun suddenly smiled, like a poppy flower blooming, "I thought you were not afraid of anything."
Yun Dieyi stared at him with a pair of bright eyes, "Which of your eyes saw that I was afraid? I just don't dare to compliment your taste." She was not a young lady raised in a boudoir who was timid and would be startled by every little thing.
At first glance.
In the past, in modern times, she had gone to the morgue and dissected corpses in order to understand the structure of the human body.
Later, I even went to explore ancient tombs in person, and became accustomed to seeing rotting corpses and the like.
But the feeling of holding the face peeled off from a living person in your hands is really unspeakably confusing.
When Mo Feijun heard this, he directly took the human skin mask he planned to give to Yun Dieyi in his hands and twisted it into pieces, "Oh, since you don't want it, there's no point keeping it."
There is absolutely no possibility of recycling the things he gave away.
Since the other party doesn't want it, it has no value.
It's just a way of doing things, it has nothing to do with anger or other emotions.
Yun Dieyi originally thought that his calmness was the kind of quietness that filled the building with the storm approaching, but she found that he really didn't seem to be angry, and suddenly felt that Mo Feijun was like a bitter and difficult book.
No one knew what he was thinking, and no one could guess what he would do next.
Emotions, along with preferences, are unpredictable.
I saw his hand put on the red thread again, ready to continue torturing the man picking flowers. His middle finger moved slightly, and the hair of the man picking flowers was suddenly strangled tighter, giving people the feeling of being furious.
It's a pity that no matter how painful the flower picking man is at this moment, he can't make a sound.
All that can be seen is that his face has become like a special geographical feature formed by weathering, with indescribable distortion and incompleteness. The blood on his body is constantly leaching out and dripping into the ground along the threads.
The air was also stained with the smell of blood, sticky and a little pungent.
Yun Dieyi covered her mouth and nose slightly, and waved her hands in the air in front of her, as if to brush away the depressing and dull feeling, and then looked at Mo Feijun, "If you don't kill him directly, it will be torture."
about there."
She is obsessed with appearance and doesn't like anything that lacks beauty.
The situation before her was really uninteresting. She would not appreciate this kind of bloodthirsty beauty.