The villain forces me to commit suicide every day

Seeing that Ling Qi couldn't get away, he was not in a hurry. Instead, he laughed deeply, and a cold feeling filled the forest.

"You really pissed me off."

...

They ran a long way without stopping in the distance and stopped in a hidden cave.

The little beggars all started crying. They had never seen such a scene before. They thought they were going to the military camp to live a good life, but who knew they would end up fleeing.

Qin Shijin's face was extremely pale. The wound on his chest oozed a large amount of blood due to the violent running, and he could not run again.

But this place is only a short distance away from the military camp, and the monster Lingqi may chase him at any time.

Qin Yao made a decision. He pulled Wen Yue out, wiped the tears on his face, and said softly: "You are a big child, you know."

Wen Yue was very strong. He only dropped a few drops. He nodded heavily when he heard this: "Yeah!"

Qin Yao said: "Not far ahead, there is the military camp. The big brother will tell you when we get there."

"Brother needs to go back, so please take care of them, okay?"

Wen Yue was stunned. He knew what Qin Yao was going to do in a second. He tugged on his sleeve and shook his head: "No, no, I will die!"

"Don't worry," Qin Yao said calmly, "Actually, I know that person. Otherwise, why do you think he wants my brother to stay?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Yue hesitated, but he still persisted: "But he looks very cruel, so don't go..."

"Where?"

Before Qin Yao could speak, he stiffened immediately, and a voice of suppressed anger came from behind him.

Qin Shijin was seen holding her chest, weakly coming out of the cave, staring at Qin Yao with extremely cold eyes.If looks could kill, Qin Yao would be dead by now.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Qin Yao walked up and said truthfully: "In this state, it is impossible to escape completely. Zhong Duyu can't stop him for long, so I will go back and delay while you leave."

Qin Shijin approached him, feeling oppressive, looking straight at him with captivating eyes, gritting her teeth and saying, "No, I won't allow you to go."

The height of the two of them has also become obvious at this moment. At first, Qin Yao was taller than Qin Shijin, but now Qin Shijin is half a head taller than him. Qin Yao can no longer treat him as a child.

"I can't go, I can't walk! Brother, if you are not with me, what will I do if you die, if you die! I have nothing! I will really go crazy without you, I don't know what I will do... Well."

Qin Yao watched Qin Shijin going crazy quietly, and suddenly held his head and kissed him gently, their thin lips touching each other, hiding his fear and fear in his mouth.

At first, he just came to block his mouth. By the end of the kiss, Qin Shijin took the initiative.

Qin Shijin kissed him hard and held his head, not giving him any time to breathe.

Although Qin Yao was uncomfortable and his eyes were hazy due to lack of oxygen, he did not resist and still guided him gently.

Just as the two were kissing passionately, Qin Yao knocked Qin Shijin unconscious without hesitation.

"Brother... don't leave..."

Qin Shi Jin's eyes widened in an instant. When he fainted, he persistently grabbed Qin Yao's sleeves with his hands and murmured.

Qin Yao gasped, wiped his glistening thin lips, and handed Qin Shijin into the hands of Wen Yue, who was already stunned.

"I am leaving."

Wen Yue nodded blankly: "Ah."

When he rushed back at a very fast speed, he saw that several trees around him had been kicked to pieces, there was blood everywhere, and there were uncontrollable screams.

Lingqi's hands emitted a faint black air, which gradually eroded the silver thread, burning away like it was burning.

The last restraint on one of his feet also broke through.

Zhong Duyu fell on the tree in a state of embarrassment and covered in blood. There was no good piece of meat on his body, as if he had been burned by fire, and his cheeks were also disfigured, destroying the appearance he cared about most.

Ling Qi was so angry that when he took one step, all the grass and life under his feet was gone.

"Great, you can force me to use my trump card, so who are you?"

Zhong Duyu could no longer speak, his vocal cords were burned out.

Ling Qi quickly flashed in front of him, stepped on Zhong Duyu's chest with his foot, and sneered: "It doesn't matter, I don't care anyway, so you have no trump card this time, so just die!"

Just as he was about to step on Zhong Duyu's chest, Qin Yao suddenly rushed back and shouted: "Stop!"

Lingqi really stopped. He turned back with a smile and said softly: "Brother is back."

Seeing his face that was exactly the same as Qin Shijin's, and the same tone of voice, Qin Yao felt in a trance, as if the person who was killing people in front of him was Qin Shijin.

When Zhong Duyu was on the verge of death, he raised his eyes half-closed and said weakly: "Let's go..."

Ling Qi looked at Qin Yao who was approaching, smiled more and more happily, and said, "It's a wise move for my brother to come back, because I can kill them at any time."

"Even if they have returned to camp, I will still kill them."

Qin Yao said calmly: "Let him go. He is already like this and is no longer a threat to you."

"Oh" Ling Qi nodded, looked at the dying Zhong Duyu, and raised his feet.

Qin Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he came back in time.

As a result, the next moment, Ling Qi raised his foot and stepped down violently.

"Pfft-"

He trampled on Zhong Duyu's chest, blood flowed out, and the smell of blood filled the tip of his nose. Qin Yao's mind went blank for an instant, his pupils shrank, and his eyes felt dizzy.

Zhong Duyu's eyes widened. He originally had a glimmer of hope, but now his eyes were gradually losing focus, his pupils dilated. He looked at Qin Yao and muttered: "Let's go..."

Ling Qi raised his foot with disgust. Seeing the black gold boots, which were bloody and bloody, he felt irritated. However, he laughed in a blink of an eye. He stepped in front of Qin Yao with a blood mark.

Qin Yao's eyes widened and trembled as he looked at Zhong Duyu's body. He couldn't breathe for a moment. He just felt that this was not the truth. No one died at all, and it couldn't be him...

Ling Qi stretched out her pale hand and waved it on Qin Yao's face. The rash on his face disappeared instantly, revealing a delicate face.

He hugged him with contentment, and his face, which was exactly the same as Qin Shijin's, was like a devil whispering in his ear: "Brother, don't feel guilty, I was going to kill him too."

Qin Yao was stunned and blurted out involuntarily: "Are you Qin Shijin..."

Ling Qi said happily: "Of course, I am Qin Shijin, and that one is just a fake! As long as I kill him, I will be complete..."

His voice stopped suddenly, because a silver knife stained with blood was currently inserted into his belly, and it was still getting deeper.

Ling Qi was trembling all over, not because of pain, but because he was trembling with laughter, "Hey, brother, are you going to kill me?"

"But you can't kill me."