I bent the devil

As if he had figured something out, Song Zhishang looked at Gu Lin with a smile again, without speaking.

It's just that there is something weird about that smile, like a cat laughing weirdly.Gu would not say that he was slightly intimidated by Song Zhishang's smile, but he still stood there and continued to frown at Song Zhishang.

But Song Qingyi seemed to have sensed Gu Jiu's emotional changes, and slowly took a step forward, blocking Gu Lin behind him under the sideways gazes of Gu Lin and Song Zhishang.

Gu Jiu was taken aback for a moment, looking at the back of this young man who was still a little shorter than himself.

Once upon a time, the young child who was originally blocked by himself has grown up to be able to protect himself from the wind and rain?

Like a crow's feather hair satin was draped over Song Qingyi's thin but strong back.Gu Jiu knew that the body wrapped in this dress still carried a little youthful innocence and the emaciation that would occur when the body was stretched.Even when he knew that he couldn't beat the young man in front of him, he still stood in front of him without hesitation.

A warm current rippling in my heart, who said girls are the little padded jackets?His Tsing Yi is also awow...

Gu stood behind Song Qingyi in the old man's moving mode of "Dad is so touched, Dad is so pleased".He didn't notice the murderous aura blocked by Song Qingyi at all.

Yes, murderous.

Here is the legendary Wu who can go high and high, is good at flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, and his lightness kungfu is as good as a helicopter, and his speed is faster than it.Xia.World.boundary.

When you meet a top player, flying sand and walking stones counts as a magic horse?Directly staged what is called unscientific blasting.Want to see the bluestone slabs smashed into slag with one punch?no problem--

Want to see a fish punched into the water, the internal organs of the fish are shattered but the appearance is not damaged at all?

no problem--

So murderous aura, something that should exist in books and in the fantasy world of martial arts imagined by everyone, naturally exists.

For example, now, Song Zhishang relied on his internal strength to attack Song Qingyi Biao with murderous intent.

Seeing Song Qingyi's figure move slightly, as if the clothes on his body were blown by the wind, a layer of pride floated in his eyes.

Then he watched Song Qingyi's face turn pale little by little.

This is a sign that the inside of the body has begun to be damaged because of the murderous aura that he has forced from the inside.If he dared to resist again, he would only die from damage to his internal organs, but there would be no scars on the surface of his body.

Song Zhishang didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions.

Personally speaking, in his world, it is already commonplace.

It can even be said that for some reason, he enjoys the feeling of killing people very much.The kind of piercing into the body that was still alive with anything, and slightly opened his eyes in excitement to watch the body gradually go silent from howling.

Their eyes will change from being full of vitality to slowly turning into dead fish-like eyes, with a layer of gray gradually covering them.

In fact, the changes in the eyes are really no different from the eyes of fish that are gradually dying.There was a time when, in order to distinguish the difference, Song Zhishang would deliberately kill people slowly, just to compare the difference between the two.

Yet always disappointed.

Because people's eyes will always lose their own moisture due to various emotions before death. This is like spring water that should be sweet in itself, artificially added with petals or other things, becoming a so-called , more delicious other flavors.

It's really boring and tiresome.

The person in front of him has good eyes.

Song Zhishang stared straight at Song Qingyi's eyes that looked like black jade with a layer of ice, and smiled slightly.His already outstanding appearance was even more eye-catching because of his smile at the moment. It was really that smile, but the toddler who happened to pass by and was still ignorant and not very good at talking saw him and couldn't help crying.

Obviously such a pretty smile.

"...You have good eyes." Song Zhishang said with a cheerful voice.

There was a dark rush of blood in the throat, as if a mouthful of blood was spit out from the stuffy chest with just one mouth.

But how could Song Qingyi let the young man in front of him fulfill his wish?

He forcibly suppressed it, without showing any discomfort on his face, and opened his lips slightly.

"...Thank you, the second son of the Song family for your compliment."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the sound of the word 'two' is extremely tactful and meaningful.

In an instant, the smile on Song Zhishang's face disappeared.

Although he was forced to calm down, he was still a young man who could not completely calm down. He couldn't help clenching his fists, agitating his masseter muscles, and a murderous aura that suddenly seemed to be out of control.

Either don't hit, or...just hit seven inches.

Song Zhishang's appearance fell into Song Qingyi's eyes clearly.

... so boring.

Song Qingyi was thinking like this, slowly, calmly and quietly swallowed the blood in his mouth.