Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

After I got up, Lou Jingyang started to be mean, and after saying a word, I happily watched his face darken, that handsome and jealous face wrinkled really made me and the common people very happy.

What made me happiest was that Yuan Fan seemed to be very happy. He smiled silently, his body was trembling, his bright eyes were bent into crescent moons, and there were tiny pieces of light flickering inside. Suffocating.

However, when I admired his beauty, Yuan Fan suddenly changed his expression.Although he lowered his head, he could still see his expression clearly. His face was distorted because of hatred, and his dark pupils lost their luster. He opened his mouth slightly, stretched out his light pink tongue to gently lick his white teeth, and then he Biting his own tongue hard, his eyes became excited.

I threw away the pillow and leaned over to pinch his cheek tightly, forcing him to loosen his teeth, "Yuanfan, what's wrong with you!!! How good is it to bite?! Ah? Why don't you bite yourself to death, ah?"

I have a headache, and I don’t know what to do when I meet Yuan Fan. I am a psychiatrist, but I am not a big brother who is a confidant. I have nothing to do with people with twisted personalities. What’s more, Yuan Fan no longer has the initial fear. So split personality is fine, but that became himself.

No longer cowardly, no longer panic, only strong and dark.He abandoned his original pure and kind personality, and adopted a tyrannical and cruel personality, and he came from behind and could not be shaken.

Yan Zechen looked at it for a while and frowned, "Xiaoqi, although I don't know why you brought him out, he's in this state, how about he..."

"This guy has recovered from his illness." I gritted my teeth a little bit as I said, Yuan Fan had calmed down a long time ago, and looked straight at me with a pair of empty eyes, that kind of piercing coldness made people feel flustered.

Yuan Fan pulled my hand away, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit. He had a smiling expression, but he didn't have the emotion to laugh. He just hooked the corners of his mouth weirdly, with a gloomy look.Then, he said, Doctor Mo, what are you afraid of?I will do nothing.

I'm really tired, what's wrong?What exactly did this young man go through to become distorted to such an extent?Thinking of his bright smile not long ago made me feel sour. He should be domineering.

I wanted to pull my hand back, but Yuan Fan clenched it all of a sudden, and the hand continued to increase strength, so hard that his hand trembled a little.I feel that my hand bones are rubbing against each other, and the creaking pain is abnormal

"Well..."

I can't break free, but I think I must have distorted my expression now, and I can't help but hum in a low voice.

Lou Jingyang stood up, snapped Yuan Fan's hand away, twisted behind him and pushed him on the sofa.I rubbed my bloodless hand and looked at Yuan Fan.

He lay expressionlessly on the sofa quietly.I stared at him without moving.Lou Jingyang made the move because he was afraid that Yuan Fan would get sick and hurt me, but I knew it wasn't like this. I could feel Yuan Fan's trembling, that feeling of wanting to hold something in his hands, that kind of strong disobedience. Feeling, because of the emptiness in the hands and the manic mood.

What is this child afraid of?I blinked and opened my mouth, "Yangzi, let go of him, it's okay."

"It's okay? Mo Xiaoqi is not in the right mood, even if he doesn't want to hurt you." Lou Jingyang was still a little worried, but the strength in his hand was obviously relaxed, allowing Yuan Fan to move a little bit.

"No problem, let him go. He's still a child. I can't compare to you. I won't be hurt by a child." I waved my hands and said it lightly, but to be honest, I really didn't know what to do.

No matter whether I am with a group of psychopaths who yell that fighting and killing are dangerous and have the desire to kill, I can't hide that I am a frail scholar sitting in an office, and my nutrition is spent on my brain.It doesn't matter that Yuan Fan has a high IQ, but his physical fitness has surpassed me. If he really wants to kill me, he will probably be so perfect that no one will believe that I ever existed.

"But this guy, it's time to experience what the world is." As Lou Jingyang let go of Yuan Fan, his sharp aura was undisguised, and he faced Yuan Fan directly, "Boy, it's not bad, this look makes me laugh." I like it, I think I need to take you out for a stroll, without Mo Xiaoqi."

Yuan Fan exhaled slowly, clenched his fist again, opened it, and replied slowly, "Okay."

I raised my eyebrows. To be honest, I was surprised that Yuan Fan was obedient. Could it be that Lou Jingyang has such a strong aura? I clearly felt that Yuan Fan was not afraid of such emotions, and then something was wrong in my heart. Unexplainable dissatisfaction.

"Uh, that's fine, but Yang Zi, let me tell you, Yuan Fan is only 17 years old, don't go too far. Look at other people and ask them to come to Yuan Fan's side, and your group should not let Yuan Fan get in touch... ..."

"17? Believe me, this guy has 57 of his mind, that's enough, mother-in-law, let's go."

After Lou Jingyang finished speaking carelessly, he called Shang Yan Zechen, and Mu Zili left. Looking at the backs of the four of them, I felt like I was itching with hatred. This kind of feeling of teaching bad children... There is also the discomfort of being snatched away from a child who was treated with care.Thinking about it, I think I am also quite nervous.