Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

The corridor was filled with white mist, and Qingliang looked up, but the number plates could not be seen clearly in each room.

"Tick-tick--"

There was no surprise on his face, he walked as if he was walking, and the mist under his feet seemed to be stepping on the clouds with every step.

[Is he dead? ]

Qing Lang put his hands behind his back, and was holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand. The blood on the blade hadn't dried up, but the blood dripping from the tip fell to the ground, and was instantly engulfed in mist, leaving no trace.

【He's a monster, how can he die so easily. 】

[Is this really good?He... is also me. ]

Qing Qing didn't answer, but her lips tightened a little more.

"Bang——" the door was kicked open violently. Before Qinglang could react, he was kicked in the chest and slammed into the wall with force. He seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking, and there was a rush in his throat. Rust smell.

"Yin Qiu..." As soon as Qing Lang opened her mouth, the words gushed out with blood.

Damn, the ribs are broken, just one click...

Yin Qiu just stood there steadily, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his back was stained red with blood. Even so, his posture of looking down on Qing Qing was still so calm, as if he was an emperor looking down on everything.

He has the same face as Qingming, but he looks like two people.

"Tick-tick--"

"Who are you?" Yin Qiu's eyes were dark, and he wanted to grab the clear hair, but the other party turned his head away and simply pinched his neck.

Qing Lang looked at him, her lips were stained with scarlet blood, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her heart seemed to be pulled as she spoke, "I don't understand your words..."

"He doesn't have that kind of courage to resist me," Yin Qiu saw Qinglang's pained appearance, and patted his cheek with a smile, the tyranny in his eyes was revealed at this moment, "I can't kill him, but it's still easy to deal with you. "

Yin Qiu's hands began to tighten, and Qing Lang's breathless face instantly turned red. With the strength of the other party, he could break his neck with just one blow, and now he was just torturing him.

He clenched the dagger tightly and stabbed at the opponent's arm, Yin Qiu subconsciously let go of the pain.

Qing Lang kicked Yin Qiu's abdomen forcefully, and immediately got up and ran away. He didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, joking that the original owner didn't have Yin Qiu's fighting skills and keen body reaction at all.

"Tick-tick--"

"Yin Qiu, whose home court do you think this is?" Qing Lang raised the corner of her mouth, the cunning in her eyes was clearly visible, a cloud of white mist slowly wrapped him, and then disappeared from sight.

[He is so powerful... Should we continue pretending to be Gu Qin like we did just now. ]

Qinglang found a room to hide in, and lay on the bed casually. He gasped heavily, touched his aching neck, and only curled his lips when he heard the original owner's words.

[Impossible, the same method can only be used once, besides, Gu Qin’s hypnosis is only a layman, and now he can only spend it with him in the sea of ​​consciousness, after all, the suggestion just now has taken effect. 】The bloody smell in his mouth made Qing Lang want to vomit, and he spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva to relieve him a lot. The first time he was so embarrassed and powerless, he shook his head and twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly. Inheriting the memory of the original owner is useless at all.

The knife he just cut was aimed at the heart, Yin Qiu would definitely die, which violated the original owner's good intentions.

But now I can't care about that much.

When Yin Qiu got up, Qingming had disappeared without a trace. Instead of searching from room to room, he walked straight forward. As he walked, the wound kept oozing blood. The road he walked was covered with blood, and his expression became more and more serious. Pale, as if shed all the blood.

But the aura around him became more and more frightening. Those eyes did not reveal a trace of fragility because of the injury, but instead settled down, like a dark vortex, and the tasker couldn't break free if he got involved.

He heard a sharp wind, and instinctively leaned over, but his face was still cut, and blood overflowed instantly.

Yin Qiu thought it was sunny, but turned around but found that it was not.

The same face, but the eyes are blood red, looking at people like an irrational beast, he withdrew his hand, a drop of blood stained his nails.

Soon he shot again quickly, Yin Qiu dodged instinctively, but the body that had lost a lot of blood was quickly grabbed by the opponent, pinched his shoulders and fell to the ground forcefully.

Yin Qiu's face was covered with paint, and the blood from his forehead blurred his face, and he was suppressed in an extremely embarrassing posture.

Even after being reduced to this point, Yin Qiu still didn't show a humiliated expression, but the darkness in his eyes became more and more intense. He stared straight at it for a while, smiled, and said in a hoarse voice that was deliberately lowered, "You are the monster."

The man he called a monster didn't say anything, and reached out his hand to Yin Qiu's chest, only to see that he poked it lightly, and his fingertips had already penetrated into the flesh and blood.

Yin Qiu's body convulsed non-stop due to the severe pain, dense sweat seeped out from the pores of his skin, intermingling with the fresh blood on his body.

The monster pressed him firmly, and he didn't stop until his entire palm was deeply buried in his chest. The red light in his eyes seemed to be overflowing with blood, and his eyes moved.

What followed was his palm, and with a turn of his arm, Yin Qiu's body was suddenly lifted up with a sound of "噗嗤——" and then fell down quickly.

The monster's hands were stained red with blood. He was holding something, and the blood continued to flow from between his fingers, and spots of scarlet fell onto Yin Qiu's lifeless face.

The white mist quickly engulfed their figures.

"Di-"

Qing Lang who was lying down suddenly held down the metronome with one hand, Gu Qin's heart trembled, the other party suddenly opened his eyes, the darkness revealed in the eyes was bottomless, and his eyes were fixed on him.

His pupils reflected Gu Qin's panic-stricken face, and the color in his pupils because of Gu Qin faded away at this moment, leaving him cold and indifferent.

"Failed..." Gu Qin's dry throat spat out weak words slightly, and the tears in his eyes grew more and more.

Yin Qiu stretched out his hand, his fingers slid down his cheeks, and grabbed his neck.

Gu Qin didn't resist, but just widened his eyes, hot tears fell down and dripped on the back of the other's cold hand.

Yin Qiu didn't make a move, but just kept staring in this posture, his eyes could not be said to be angry and sad, and there was no trace of tenderness. The black pupils were like obsidian, reflecting cold light.

Gu Qin was pulled down and flung herself into his arms, with her head resting on her chest, and the sound of the other party's violent heartbeat could be heard clearly.

"Did you hear it? The sound of my heartbeat." Yin Qiu's voice was no longer deliberately suppressed, and the clear voice was as pleasant and pleasant as the summer breeze.

Gu Qin was taken aback, not understanding Yin Qiu's meaning, but nodded slightly.

"This is our last..." Yin Qiu said something incomprehensible, he stroked Gu Qin's hair, and his expression was a little regretful at this moment.

"You are so weak, what should you do?" Yin Qiu said lightly, feeling the trembling of the person in his arms, he chuckled lightly, no one noticed his eyes that were gradually losing focus under his slightly long bangs.

"Who can save you?"

After saying this, he gently closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, and no matter how much Gu Qin yelled, he did not open them again.

Qinglang stayed in the room for a long time before coming out for a walk, and soon he saw Yin Qiu.

Yin Qiu was lying on the ground, his clothes were stained dark with blood, he seemed to be asleep, his face was not as gloomy as when he was awake, his brows and eyelashes were stained with blood.

Qing Lang wanted to confirm Yin Qiu's life and death, but when he came to him, his pupils suddenly shrank, his lips parted slightly in shock, and he backed away again and again.

[What’s wrong with you? ]

Qing Lang didn't have time to answer, and suddenly felt her head was hit hard, and her vision was plunged into darkness.

"Sunny! Sunny!"

As soon as Qing Lang opened his eyes, he met Gu Qin's flustered face. His hair was a little messy, his eyes were slightly red, and there were still tears on his face.

"Gu Qin, why are you crying?" Qing Lang raised her eyebrows in surprise.

This ordinary sentence opened Gu Qin's sluice, and his tears couldn't stop flowing, as if he had experienced ups and downs, and hugged Qing Qing tightly.

"It's you...it's fine where you are..." He leaned on Qinglang's shoulder, crying with joy while speaking.

Sunny was dazed, and finally reached out to pat Gu Qin's back, his lowered eyelids were covered with thick shadows.

"Don't be so nasty, Yin Qiu is dead already?" Li Anfu who was sitting beside him couldn't bear to watch anymore, and interrupted the bitter atmosphere between them with a loud voice.

Gu Qin also let go of her embrace, seeing that Qinglang's clothes were wet, her face blushed, she turned her head and didn't dare to look any further.

"Yin Qiu is dead." On the contrary, Qing Lang didn't have much expression. Compared with the light smile on his usual face, at this moment, there was a kind of distressing loneliness.

"It's not your fault. We're treating you. Yin Qiu is your disease. Only after you get rid of him can you recover." Gu Qin reached out to hold Qing Lang's hand.

Qing Qing's heart skipped a beat by his understatement, then she remembered what Shepi had said, and nodded slightly, "You're right, and he hurt too many people, it's unforgivable."

"Qing Qing, what shall we do next?" Gu Qin looked at Qing Qing with joy, with a smile on his face, and Yin Qiu was like a dark cloud covering his heart, knowing that he was miserable and trying to control everything about him.

Now the dark cloud has finally faded, and the only thing that greets him is sunshine.