The Ultimate Cannon Fodder [Transmigration Book]

"Tch, okay." The corner of Mo's mouth pulled a helpless arc, and his tone was also helpless, after all, it was the person Su Xian fell in love with.

Even though this slave grew out of his aesthetics and coquettishly wanted others to take it for himself, but a slave was a slave after all, and it wasn't worth it to annoy Su for a slave.

Mo let go of the arm hugging Qian Ya, and handed Qian Ya over.

Su took Qian Ya, hugged him and sat him on the long table, and helped him put his arm back.

Qian Ya's eyelashes trembled in pain, but he didn't make a sound.

After doing all this, Su turned his head to Mo and said, "I want to take him away."

Mo nodded, agreeing.He tidied up his clothes and lazily leaned on the sofa: "You're helping Gu Xian deal with his rival in love."

"What is Gu Xian, worthy of me doing this for him?" Su didn't know Gu Xian well, and never put him in his eyes.

Su wanted to hold Qian Ya in his arms and take him back to his home, but Qian Ya, whose arm had recovered freely, began to struggle disobediently again, so that Su's tone became worse: "Be quiet! "

How could Qian Ya pay attention to him? In the process of pushing Su, he couldn't sit still and fell off the table.

During the period, the tablecloth was driven down, causing the glass to shatter, and the sound was particularly loud in the quiet resting place.

Qian Ya supported the ground with his hands and tried to stand up, but the weakness of his legs and the pain in his body made him fall back.

Dog 1st's...

Two idiots...why don't they die...

Su stretched out his hand, wanting to hug him from the ground, but Qian Ya opened his hand fiercely: "Don't touch me!"

"Aren't you courting death?" Mo sighed when he saw Qian Ya treat Su like this.

Su's complexion was indeed worse than before, and the anger couldn't be suppressed.He reached out and grabbed Qian Ya's neck, threatening: "You dare to hit me?"

Qian Ya met Shang Su's gaze, his long and narrow eyelids were half drooped, and his pupils were scarlet. He asked, "How long...how long do you want to play with me...when will you be able to play enough..."

If Su doesn't stop, he won't be able to hold on any longer...

From the very beginning, Su has been entangled until now, not for anything else but to humiliate him.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Qian Ya's mouth.

What, he took all the disasters that Gu Xian had to go through, but he didn't give him enough backing and ability to heal himself like Gu Xian did?

With an outstanding face, he deserves to go through all this since he was a child?

"How do I know." After Su replied to Qian Ya's words, he gave up on pinching his neck and turned to grab Qian Ya's arm. "It's your inability to resist." Su added.

Qian Ya tried his best to withdraw his arm from Su's hand, dodged backwards, and begged, "I don't want...why do you do this..."

"Why?" Su Gou smiled, "Do you have a bad memory and want me to remind you over and over again how weak you are, so that I can do whatever I want to you."

Hearing this, Qian Ya took a deep breath.

Do whatever you want?

Ah……

He groped to distance himself from Su, and the palm that touched the ground suddenly pressed against the shattered glass shards of the wine glass.

The sting reminded Qian Ya, he found a larger piece of glass without any trace, and grabbed it.

When Su tried to hug him horizontally again, what greeted him was the wound left by glass shards on his palm.

Su Zhitong withdrew his hand, glanced at the long gash in his palm, and smiled sullenly.

Stretching out his tongue and licking his wound casually, Su kept squatting in front of Qian Ya and asked frivolously, "Am I being too tolerant of you?"

"More than that." Mo smiled, "But don't be cruel to him, I'm afraid your heart will hurt."

Sue was special to little slaves.

is really special.

Mo felt that if he hit Su or scratched Su's hand, Su could fight him now.

And definitely beat to death.

In terms of force, Su is definitely inferior to him.But the difficulty is that Su is in the sky.

So it was very difficult.

Su Dan glanced at Mo, then quickly reached out and turned Qian Ya over, making him kneel in front of him: "I really want to treat you well, but your repeated resistance gave me a terrible headache. I can't think of a better way to punish you, since this kind of thing makes you feel painful, why don't we do it again."

"No! I don't!" Qian Ya was so frightened that his pupils suddenly dilated in his eyelids, he clenched the glass in his hand, and bright red blood oozed out between his fingers and dripped to the ground.

He gritted his teeth sadly, and his body lying on the ground trembled extremely violently.

What is he struggling with?

For his worthless body, or for his lover?

How could he stand in front of Chen with this posture...

The dirtier he is, the cleaner Gu Xian is...

In his whole life, he has never acted as a leading role in a play, and he has even become cannon fodder for wearing a book...

He has an extremely flirtatious face, and he has paid an incomparably high price for it.

Fate was not fair to him at all.

"Let me go...please..." Qian Ya begged for the last time.

Su refused: "No."

With Qian Ya's face pressed against the ground, he slowly closed his eyes, tremblingly raised his arms close to his neck.

In order to prevent being discovered by them again, thus removing his arm, Qian Ya acted very carefully this time.

Carefully used the hand holding the glass to find his aorta, and carefully scratched it down with the sharp glass.

The first cut only cut the surface of the skin, so he tried a second time.

hurts a little……

When he struck again, his hands were shaking with fear.

When a person does not dare to look forward to the future, and does not want to live in the present, all thoughts are lost in his mind, and he feels that he is alone and can only be bullied by others, death seems to be the only relief.

Now Qian Ya can suddenly understand why those who have been bullied in school often choose this way to learn about their lives.

This method is very stupid, but when the despair in my heart reaches the depths and my mind is blocked by "passion sha1 people", I can't persuade myself to come out.Death is really a quick way to end suffering.

"What are you doing?!" When Su smelled the abnormal smell of blood in the air, he suddenly pulled Qian Ya up from the ground.

Qian Ya's neck was blood red, if Su hadn't shaken off his hand, he would have tried to pierce the glass deeper.

Qian Ya's eyes were closed tightly, and his brows were deeply furrowed.

it hurts...

Why does it hurt so much...

Su saw the somewhat hideous wound on Qian Ya's neck, and quickly stretched out his hand to cover his neck to stop the flow of blood.

Seeing this, Mo hurriedly stood up, and seeing a steady stream of blood coming out from between Su's fingers, he cursed in shock: "cao..."

"Call the therapist, hurry up!" Su panicked and looked up at Mo, he didn't want Qian Ya to die.

He hasn't played enough, he is reluctant to...

He didn't want to kill Qian Ya, he didn't know that Qian Ya would do this...

The moment Mo La opened the door and wanted to go out and ask the slave to find a therapist, Chen just wanted to reach out and push open the door of the new nobleman's resting place.

Gu Xian was still standing beside him, the two looked like a match made in heaven, they were perfectly matched.

Chen frowned, bypassed Mo, and walked inward.

The scene that was printed in front of his eyes shocked him so much that his heart hurt so badly that he could hardly breathe.

Because he couldn't believe it, he repeatedly confirmed whether the person who was leaning against Su's arms and covered in blood was his Qian Ya.

But how could it be otherwise?

Only his little guy would allow himself to cut his hair and keep his bald head till now.