Chapter 70 Doomsday Paradise (8) Madman
She looked up at the man's cool and smooth lower jaw. The areas not covered by paint had extremely white skin, as pale as the cold frost on an autumn night, in sharp contrast to the bright lines of color.
There were faint blue veins under the clear skin of his neck, which trembled slightly as he smiled. That is the lightest stroke among the many colors, but it is the most confusing one.
"Little ants, what do you think?"
His voice was hoarse, with a grainy texture that penetrated people's eardrums, symbolizing the urge for death, "As long as one of you dies, I will let her go."
The man's slender fingertips touched the girl's thin neck, which was extremely dangerous and possessive, as if he wanted to kill her, but also as if he was caressing her ambiguously.
But no matter which one it is, it can stir up Qi Yunxiao's nerves to the maximum extent.
His brows were deeply furrowed, his expression was tense, and the veins in the hand holding the handle of the knife were so strong that if it weren't for Fu Suizhou's tight hold, he might not have rushed forward and hit the stone with an egg.
The atmosphere was deadlocked, and no one answered.
Yan Jinyue sighed helplessly and broke the silence: "This proposal... is very bad."
"You should be able to tell that here, I am the weakest. So, any fool would choose to exchange their strong combat power for a weakling like me."
The little girl's red lips made a loud noise, which made several men present a little confused.
The clown lowered his eyes and saw the expression on her face that said, "That's how it should be, how easy this choice is." He moved his hand up and pinched her soft cheeks hard.
He said fiercely: "What's wrong with you, a little ant?"
Her mouth was pinched so hard that she couldn't open it, so she could only hum: "I am a hostage, so I am qualified to choose."
"Haha——" the clown sneered, "you are not qualified."
"Why?"
Yan Jinyue was in disbelief when she heard this. Her eyes were round, big, bright, and moist, like a little civet cat that was taking a nap. Its tail was stepped on for no reason, and it became angry. And aggrieved and pitiful.
As everyone knows, the more she behaves like this, the more she can arouse the desire to bully in people's hearts.
The clown was so happy that he raised an even worse smile on his lips, like a devil whispering: "Of course it's because I can easily crush you to death."
Yan Jinyue glared at him fiercely, lowered her head, not wanting to look at him again.
The clown looked at the round top of her hair and smiled even more freely, almost like a madman.
No, it should be said that he is a madman.
The hand against Yan Jinyue's neck was replaced by a short knife at some point. Even though the handle of the knife was colorful and girlish, it could not reduce the coldness when the sharp blade came close.
She was really scared now, her heart had already turned cold, and her tears fell uncontrollably, hitting the blade of the knife.
"Why are you crying?" the clown asked coldly, lifting her chin with his fingers and forcing her to raise her head.
Yan Jinyue was speechless and choked: "You have a knife on my neck, but you still don't make me cry!"
In fact, it was not only because she was afraid of the knife, but also because she felt wronged. Obviously they are all fragments of the evil god, but why is this clown so different from Shen Wu and Jiang Yu? Not to mention doting on her before falling in love with her, but at least respect her.
It’s okay not to have this kind of boyfriend who threatens and bullies her!
The clown's lowered gaze was dark and unclear.
The little girl was very dissatisfied. She dared to attack him when she got stronger. Coupled with the wet red corners of her eyes, she looked more like an explosive kitten.
There was a numb and itchy feeling in his heart. He couldn't describe the specific feeling. He was also swallowed up by unreasonable irritability. He wanted to kill a few people to feel relieved.
At this time, someone happened to hit the muzzle of the gun.
"Take me for her." A handsome and elegant man came over with a serious and firm expression. "She is just a little girl. There is no point in bullying her."
Yan Jinyue suddenly looked up at him, and Qi Yunxiao seemed to be shining in her eyes. Especially compared to her "terrible" boyfriend who is a copy, he is like walking gold.
Well, a heart as brave and pure as gold.
Unexpectedly, it was just a dungeon friendship, and he would be so self-sacrificial for others. As Fu Suizhou said, Qi Yunxiao was different from other ruthless players.
What a great teammate in the universe!
Yan Jinyue was deeply moved.
The little girl's mood changed drastically. Before, her eyes were still pitiful, but now they became sparkling, but she was looking in the direction of another man. The clown felt more irritated in his heart and wanted to kill even more, especially towards that person. He had the urge to cut him into pieces to vent his anger.
So cold.
Yan Jinyue shivered unexpectedly, and then she realized that it was the air-conditioning released by the man behind her. She had an illusion that he had turned into a human-shaped ice machine, constantly producing air-conditioning and attacking everyone indiscriminately.
She silently leaned forward, a little further away from him.
As a result, the air conditioning became stronger, and he pushed her back forcefully, pressing her tightly against his body.
Yan Jinyue wondered, isn't this the result he wanted? What's going on now?
It's like she's jealous... But she won't be sentimental now, lest she be stabbed hard in the heart by him again.
"Okay." The clown was smiling, seemingly very happy, and said with a faint smile: "Since you want to be a hero and save the beauty so much, then... commit suicide."
He threw the knife over, but his hands were not idle, and he put it on the girl's thin neck again.
Qi Yunxiao looked over deeply, looked down at the knife on the ground, and bent down to pick it up. His expression was very calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Yan Jinyue's pupils shrank and said hurriedly: "No, don't listen to his nonsense!"
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Seeing the man actually gesticulating with the knife on his neck, she became even more anxious. She pulled the hand off her neck and ran over to grab the knife.
"Are you stupid? He said he wanted you to commit suicide, so you really committed suicide?"
"I..." Qi Yunxiao was a little stunned.
Yan Jinyue wanted to say something else, but a silver thread flashed through his peripheral vision. Fu Suizhou had already rushed over with both blades in hand, soaring up into the air and slashing at the clown like a thunderbolt.
The clown avoided it nimbly, but was still scratched, and a bloodstain appeared on the right side of his face. His expression suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and he transformed into a knife in both hands and fought with Fu Suizhou.
The latter lost the advantage of surprise attack, and the confrontation gradually became difficult.
Qi Yunxiao picked up the stunned girl by her waist and said calmly: "It's not really suicide, it's just to attract his attention."
He shouted to Fu Suizhou: "Don't pester, take the opportunity to run!" He hugged the person and ran away.
"Forgetting one's righteousness."
Fu Suizhou cursed silently, and unknowingly threw a steel ball with his fingertips. Taking advantage of the opponent's dodge, he took out his prop and dodge away.
In an instant, the fighting stopped and the environment returned to silence.
The thick fog slowly rose, and the man's tall figure stood inside. His figure was blurred, and only the strong colors sharply cut through the fog.
He lowered his head and used his fingers to pick out a few remaining hairs on his clothes. They were colorful and slightly curled, and he rubbed them with his fingertips.
Some people seem calm and unruffled, like the dead sea. But under the water, there are rapid undercurrents, hiding a vast abyss. As long as you get closer, you will be swept down and never climb back up.
The little ant he caught ran away with two other ants who didn't know whether to live or die.
It was really...the hair was annihilated into ashes on the slender fingertips.
In the thick fog, a group of dark creatures surrounded them, with twisted limbs, ferocious faces, and waving claws, casting ghostly shadows on the ground.
He raised his head, his red lips curved in an extremely dangerous arc.
Those things felt the oppressive atmosphere and turned around in fear. A trace of panic and fear could be seen among the walking dead.
But it's too late.
The man's figure turned into a streak of colored lightning and passed through, but for a moment, the ground was littered with corpses and bloody flesh.
"Useless things deserve to die."
He pulled out a silk handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands. The hands were well-jointed and as cold as jade, with some drops of blood hanging on them, which made them even more eerie and beautiful.
He smiled faintly and said: "Why don't you change it to some new ones."
What a madman, what a yandere, eating children without spitting out their bones. However, he has to be forced to make this little lunatic realize his feelings for the heroine. At that point, you have to take it by force (sorry, I am bt, I love crazy people and are driven even crazier, and then force love)
(End of chapter)