Wu Zhantian raised his head and stared at him, then opened his mouth, but his voice was not loud: "I don't want to say anything."
"Really?" Yan Xiaoyu glanced at him sideways, a bit condescending, and then stretched out his right hand towards Wu Kong: "Brother, get a big chopper, I want to recreate the scene."
Wu Kong nodded obediently and then took out a big chop from the table and handed it to Yan Xiaoyu. In fact, in a sense, this guy understood Yan Xiaoyu best, but at this moment he was also a little confused.
You are not allowed to say what you are going to do, but if nothing else, it is definitely not suitable for children and is very violent.
When Yan Xiaoyu looked back again, the look in her eyes was a little unclear under the reflection of the light. The dark eyes seemed to be hidden in the dark night, and all the emotions they contained were hidden by the darkness: "I remember the last time I
It seems that I was attacked from both sides by you and one of your brothers, but this time I can do it alone."
As he spoke, a wanton smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was so arrogant that the world could not tolerate it. Wu Zhantian was also a little depressed. He looked like he was going to be beaten by a group of people. But he didn't expect that teachers are also involved in the underworld these days, even if he is a physical education teacher.
That doesn’t work either!
Raising his hand slightly, with a gloomy look on his face, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly took out the heavy machete and flew around like it had eyes, making people dizzy.
Because of his physical condition, Yan Xiaoyu is not good at close combat, but he has been playing with the machete since he was a child, so now he can use it as freely as if it is a part of his body.
The cold and flying knife tip passed across Wu Zhantian's body, lifting up countless pieces of cloth and blood. The scene was obviously so bloody, but the indifference in Yan Xiaoyu's expression seemed to be painting.
The harsh sound of the machete cutting through the air kept ringing in his ears. Yan Xiaoyu's movements were smooth and agile. After an unknown amount of time, Yan Xiaoyu finally turned his wrist to a different position and threw it back into Wu Kong's hand: "Tired.
Already."
At this moment, everyone in the entire hall was staring directly at Wu Zhantian, and there was nothing but gasping in the air.
Wu Zhantian stood there, frowning tightly, as if he was holding back something, but there was no intact part of his body, his clothes were cut to pieces, and bloodshot eyes seeped out bit by bit.
A cruel smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth, then Yan Xiaoyu jumped off the stage and took out a dagger from Wu Kong's belt. Unlike others, Yan Xiaoyu hated carrying cold weapons with him, even though he was familiar with their use.
.
"Does it hurt?" He raised his head, his eyes were as clear as stars and his tone was so childish. No one would have thought that such a docile young man could be so cruel.
Wu Zhantian bit his lip but said nothing.
"Won't you answer me?" Yan Xiaoyu's voice echoed in the empty hall, which was monotonous but made people feel a sense of oppression: "In this case, I will treat you as if you don't feel any pain. Haha, buddy, I guess you are the reincarnation of the King Kong Calabash Baby.
, I felt pain even after you slashed me three times last time."
Yan Xiaoyu's voice was very soft, and the smile on his face was particularly harmless, but for some reason Wu Zhantian felt that there was a chill surrounding his whole body.
Yan Xiaoyu walked up to Wu Zhantian lightly but steadily with her hands behind her back, a smile on her face, and a shadow covering his body, but her eyes were still shining like stars, which could only be seen from Wu Zhantian's position.
The boy's delicate facial features and long curled eyelashes are as lazy, elegant and proud as a Persian cat, but unfortunately this Persian cat seems to be wild.
At this moment, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly took his left hand. Yan Xiaoyu's hand was very beautiful and delicate, with well-defined joints. The skin was like porcelain with a pure white halo, and the slender fingers held it
Holding his wrist, Yan Xiaoyu caressed it carefully, her slightly lowered eyes looked at the palm of his hand so seriously, like a lover who had not seen him for thousands of years, with deep eyes.
No one could resist such a touch. Wu Zhantian felt that his hand was almost out of control and almost numb under Yan Xiaoyu's touch.
In fact, this was not his illusion, because Yan Xiaoyu's movement seemed very light, but the force was very strong. He locked his palm and forcefully made a red mark.
"I remember that you cut my hand very hard last time, and it bled a lot." Yan Xiaoyu stated the facts, his language flat but without any fluctuation.
What he said was precisely because of the injuries he sustained while holding the blade to protect himself.
After saying this, he suddenly raised the hand holding the dagger, pulled Wu Zhantian forward, and then stabbed him hard.
Immediately, blood spattered everywhere, splashing on the pure white wall and ceiling behind the stage.
The exclamations of women and children suddenly echoed throughout the audience, and Yan Xiaoyu nailed Wu Zhantian's hand firmly to the stage with a dagger.
With a low roar, cold sweat began to drip from Wu Zhantian's forehead, and his skin suddenly turned pale.
Yan Xiaoyu's cheeks were also stained with blood drops, but at this moment, he looked even more soft and charming. His eyes were shining with what could be called excitement, but his voice was still calm:
"As we all know, Yuxue helped make the most money from loan sharks, so my injuries will be repaid double."
Wu Zhantian only felt the pain in his hand coming from his arm in waves, and soon his whole body was immersed in pain.
But the look he looked at Yan Xiaoyu became sharp, as if he was like a wounded beast, lonely and hesitant but cruel and bloodthirsty...
Yan Xiaoyu squinted her eyes, then wiped the blood on her cheek. She didn't pay attention to his eyes, but shrugged leisurely: "Okay, you can go away, I'm going home to go to bed."
After saying this, he quickly left the stage and headed towards the door. When he saw Zhang Mo's bodyguards who were moaning and groaning after being beaten by the Yuxue gang members, they curled up their lips with satisfaction.
"Yan Xiaoyu, don't be too arrogant!" At this moment, Zhang Mo's gnashing voice suddenly came from behind. His voice seemed to come from his chest, and even spread throughout the hall with some echoes.
The curve of the corners of Yan Xiaoyu's lips became wider and wider, and the light reflecting off his porcelain-white cheeks made people feel a little unable to look directly. He stopped but didn't even look back: "It's just one word, I just said
Once. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. At least here, I am your king."
His voice has always been very childish, but it has an arrogance that no one of his age has, so at this moment his somewhat thin back looks extremely handsome!
Then the eyes of the girls standing at the top of the stairs suddenly shone with golden light, and their eyes almost turned into heart shapes. Damn, this guy is too domineering and revealing?