One punch and one scum attack [Quick Transmigration]

[drop!Xia Mengjing's detoxification value has reached 70.00%, I hope the host will continue to work hard and continue to rectify the slag attack. ]

The electronic prompt that suddenly appeared in his mind woke Luo Chengyun up from the noisy environment, and he talked to the system: [Xia Mengjing is not dead yet? ]

System: [The person is dead, but the resentment is still there. ]

Luo Chengyun: [According to what you said, he should turn into a ghost to make Yan Zixin pay for his life. ]

System: [Harmonious society, let's not engage in these gods and ghosts. ]

Then what are you doing?

As soon as Luo Chengyun finished cursing in his mind, the system automatically responded:

[We are a system that can satisfy all obsessions in people's hearts. ]

Luo Chengyun felt ridiculous after hearing this, but Xia Mengjing's obsession was satisfied, so what about him?

Could it be that his obsession is to abuse scum?

Really free enough.

Thinking of this, Luo Chengyun turned his head and saw someone sitting in the farthest corner. It should be said that the eyes of the two met. The man stared at him with a little curiosity, and his eyes were unexpectedly clean. Without any other emotion, just pure inquiry.

He had only seen this look on one person.

Luo Chengyun's heart beat faster than usual, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the man put his shoulders on the shoulders of the people around him, got up and left.

This time Luo Chengyun's words were all blocked, and he turned to ask Yin Yu: "Who is that person who left? It's not boring to wear a mask in hot weather."

Yin Yu took the time to cast a glance: "Oh, he, Shi Heng, the young master of the Shi family, is not from our circle. If it wasn't for Zhao Kai, or the one sitting next to him with a plaster cast on his leg, we wouldn't be able to invite him. he."

"Which héng?" Luo Chengyun was thoughtful.

"I can't remember, but it's the gentle-looking Heng."

Luo Chengyun reminded him: "A row next to the word Wang?"

Yin Yu patted his head: "Yes, this is it."

These two words, Gu Heng, were deeply imprinted in Luo Chengyun's mind, in the depths of the hidden memory, today he dug out that memory because of a look, and it was so turbulent that he couldn't breathe.

"I'm going to the toilet."

He said he was going to the toilet, but in fact Luo Chengyun went to the door of the clubhouse to breathe. This time, he just witnessed the scene of Shi Heng wearing a mask getting in the car and leaving.

The eyes, the figure, the gait, they're all damn similar.

"Is it him?" Luo Chengyun asked the system.

As expected, the system played dead completely.

Luo Chengyun was furious:

Whether it is or not, he will always know.

Luo Chengyun sent a text message to Yin Yu, using an excuse to sneak away. During the drive home from the clubhouse, it was like playing a movie in his mind. All kinds of messy memories were playing, and sometimes it was split into two, split into two screens , put different stories on the left and right sides.

Thank goodness there was no accident.

It was close to four o'clock in the morning when I got home, and the lights in every house were turned off. When Luo Chengyun took the key to open the door, the sound of the chain core turning could be heard.

The moment the door was opened, before Luo Chengyun could react, he was suddenly rushed by something with such a force that he hit the originally opened door and pushed inward. Luo Chengyun's shoulder brushed against the door, and his whole body was crushed. on the ground.

Fortunately, a large and thick plush carpet was laid at the door. After a brief impact, Luo Chengyun quickly shot, tightly grasping the wrist that was choking his neck, and clearly saw the attacker: "Yan Zixin."

Yan Zixin sat straddling him, with his hands stuck around his throat, and fell into a state of madness, chanting, "I'll kill you, I'm going to kill you."

He's going completely nuts.

Luo Chengyun knew this clearly, and decisively used all his strength to break Yan Zixin's hand. The two men confronted each other, and the crazy Yan Zixin showed amazing explosive power, and the hand on Luo Chengyun's neck kept tightening.

As the remaining air in the lungs became thinner, veins popped out of Luo Chengyun's neck, and he pulled hard, only to hear a "click", Yan Zixin dislocated his wrist, and gradually loosened the grip on his neck.

"You're dead, I want you to die!" Yan Zixin was still not reconciled, even if his hands were dislocated, he would desperately die with him.

When he couldn't use his strength, he used his legs, feet, and teeth, and used all the eighteen martial arts. Luo Chengyun and he rolled on the ground and fought for more than ten minutes before Yan Zixin was tidied up and lying on the ground like a Like a dead dog, only panting.

"Stupid." Luo Chengyun seldom swears.

Although he won the battle, his physical condition was not much better, with paint on his face and bloody teeth marks on his chin.

He has never fought with people so awkwardly and primitively like today. If Xia Mengjing's body was not too weak, Luo Chengyun would have won already, and Yan Zixin would not have been given a chance to get close.

Yan Zixin was paralyzed on the ground like a prodigal dog, motionless, his eyes were already red, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. He choked up and said: "You kill me, you just kill me. I can't beat you, fight!" I can't beat you, so what's the point of my life? Don't you just want to kill me? Give me a good time!"

Luo Chengyun coughed, stood up with one hand on the ground, walked into the kitchen with steady steps, and at the same time, turned on the lamp on the wall.

Half a minute later, he took out a knife from the kitchen and approached Yan Zixin step by step against the light.

Luo Chengyun had no expression on his face, and the light above his head made the shadow on his face even deeper. Without taking a step further, Yan Zixin's inner fear increased. No one understood his despair at the moment when he clearly saw death approaching him. .

Yan Zixin was horrified to find that he couldn't make a sound, Luo Chengyun raised the knife and dropped it, Yan Zixin only had time to close his eyes.

With a dull sound, the knife was forcefully inserted into the middle of the chair, and Luo Chengyun took out the rope behind him.

When he opened his eyes, Yan Zixin gasped heavily, his chest heaved violently, and was tied up by Luo Chengyun in the joy of the rest of his life after death.

The technique is professional and the knots are firm. It is the binding method that Yan Zixin cannot escape even if he struggles for 100 years.

"It's not enough to kill on the ground. You like to tie me up and kill me? You really have it." After recovering from his senses, Yan Zixin regained his stubbornness and kept provoking words.

The hatred in his eyes was stronger than before. If the person tied to the chair at this moment was Luo Chengyun, Yan Zixin would not let him go so easily.

Luo Chengyun pointed directly: "You don't want to die."

Even though he was tied tightly, Yan Zixin still held on and said, "Of course I don't want to die, I just want to kill you."

"Unfortunately, you can't do it." Luo Chengyun's voice was calm and reserved, but it clearly extinguished his impossible fantasy.

Yan Zixin yelled at him, dragging the chair to rub against the ground: "What's the point, you've won, let's do it!"

Luo Chengyun looked at him sadly: "Only you, you don't deserve to dirty my hands."

When Yan Zixin heard this, he seemed to go crazy and wanted to rush over to bite him. Luo Chengyun walked around behind him, tied the chair firmly to the door, and left him in the living room.

Before leaving, he left a sentence: "Calm yourself."