The villain is coming back strong [Quick wear]

Yu Yan was startled by the young man's stern eyes, and waves of chills surged from the bottom of her heart.

Her deep and gentle face became bloodless at this moment, her aura was extremely dim, showing an unprecedented weakness.

Yu Yan opened her mouth, and the expression on her face was distorted due to the extreme pain. She inadvertently glanced at the three people beside her. Suddenly, the pupils that were about to protrude from the eye sockets emitted With a strong light, she tried her best and said with a pleading voice, "Help me..."

The three men of the Wen family finally came to their senses. Wen Shucheng's movements were fast and ruthless, and they were all stunned on the spot for a moment.

In any case, they dare not imagine that such a weak young man would dare to do something directly in front of so many of them.

It was only when they heard Yu Yan's voice calling for help that they finally realized that the scene in front of them was completely beyond their expectations.

The three hurried forward, trying to rescue Yu Yan from Wen Shucheng's grasp, but no matter how hard they tried, the hands holding the infusion tube seemed to be welded to Yu Yan's neck. I can't break it apart.

"Let go!" Wen Shulin and Wen Shuhua tried their best to break Wen Shucheng's fingers, but as their strength gradually deepened, the hand holding the infusion tube not only did not loosen, but tightened even more.

The slender fingers with well-defined joints were tightly strangled by the slightly transparent rubber tube, leaving deep marks one after another, but Wen Shucheng didn't seem to feel the pain at all, he just focused on the movements of his hands, With a kind of determination not to give up without killing Yu Yan.

Under Wen Shucheng's continuous force with his hands, the rubber infusion tube was tightened more and more, and the cold rubber tube was deeply strangled into Yu Yan's flesh.

Her entire face was flushed red, bursting blue veins climbed from her neck to the end of her eyes, her eyeballs were staring like light bulbs, the entire eyeballs were about to protrude from the eye sockets, and bright red lines filled her entire eyeballs.

Despair gradually devoured her heart, and Yu Yan felt the air in her nasal cavity gradually thinning until it was gone.

Unwillingness, despair, and a trace of fear became the last emotions in Yu Yan's eyes.

Feeling that the struggle of the people under him was getting smaller and smaller, Wen Shucheng slowly let go of his hands until he completely calmed down.

Landing on the ground, Wen Shucheng half leaned against the bed, panting slightly.

His body was extremely weak, if it wasn't for the strength in his heart, he might not be able to deal with Yu Yan at all.

But, fortunately, he killed her after all.

If all the guesses he liked before are true, I'm afraid it won't be long before time will rewind again...

Wen Shucheng leaned back against the hospital bed and panted heavily, but his expression was extremely relaxed.

He raised his head slowly, and saw that the Wen family father and son were staring at him with glaring eyes, and everyone's faces became extremely distorted in an instant.

Even those tear-ridden eyes were stained with raging anger, wishing to strangle him to death immediately.

However, Wen Shucheng knew that they couldn't, they only dared to think about it in their hearts, but they didn't dare to actually do it.

Otherwise, when they attacked Yu Yan just now, they could have completely solved themselves, but they only tried their best to rescue Yu Yan, but never thought of killing him.

Although Wen Shucheng didn't know why these people couldn't kill him, he knew clearly that the Wen family tried every means to induce him to commit suicide, and it was definitely for some purpose.

A dark color flashed in Wen Shucheng's eyes. Since he couldn't figure out the whole story for a while, he should put it down first. He killed Wen Shurou before, and the time returned to the moment when he just woke up. If this The next time after Yu Yan's death, he will return to that moment, then...

Regardless of the truth of the matter, as long as all the Wen family members are killed, the cycle will end, right?

Thinking of this, Wen Shucheng raised his eyes and smiled at the three of Wen's father and son. There was unconcealable malice in his brows and eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was very cold, "Don't worry, it's your turn next..."

The moment the voice fell, before the Wen family father and son could respond, Wen Shucheng's eyes went dark again, and when he finally regained consciousness, he found himself back in the ward half an hour ago.

As far as the eye can see, there is still a piece of cold white, and the only sound in the empty room is the small sound of medicine dripping into the needle tube.

Wen Shucheng lowered his eyes slowly, and there was a faint smile in his deep eyes, and there was a little coldness between his brows, "It seems that I didn't guess wrong..."

There are five members of the Wen family, as long as one person dies, time will restart.

Besides, they had no way to kill themselves head-on, they could only induce him to commit suicide continuously.

Thinking of this, a coldness flashed across Wen Shucheng's eyes, and then the corners of his lips curled up, but he let out a slight snort.

I want him to commit suicide... in his next life...

But immediately, Wen Shucheng's eyebrows frowned slightly again. His body was so weak that he had almost exhausted all his strength to kill Yu Yan before. This was due to the fact that Yu Yan was a woman and her physical fitness was not as strong as that of a man. Because of being so strong.

But if it was the three men from the Wen family, he would not be so sure that he would be able to kill them...

Wen Shucheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, he recalled that when he knocked down the cabinet because of his strength when killing Yu Yan, he seemed to see a fruit knife.

His gaze swept slightly to the left, and as expected, there was a delicately packaged fruit basket on a small white cabinet less than [-] centimeters away from the hospital bed.

But there is no shadow of the fruit knife.

Wen Shucheng thought for a while, he supported his body with his hands and moved to the side of the hospital bed, and then, bit by bit, he brought the fruit basket over, but just rummaged through it casually, and Wen Shucheng picked up the fruit basket in a colorful way. A small fruit knife was found among the wrapping papers.

He shook the fruit knife in his hand and drew out the blade to make a gesture. Several crackling sounds came from the silent room.

Satisfied, Wen Shucheng hid the fruit knife in the spacious hospital gown, and restored the fruit basket to its original appearance, and then let out a long breath of foul air.

A moment later, his bony fingers pressed the call bell next to the hospital bed. As expected, following the sound of footsteps gradually approaching, the three of Wen's father and son appeared in the ward.

Wen Shucheng pretended to look forward to it, blinked his eyes hard, forced out a touch of sadness, although the tone of his speech was not crying, but the deep voice seemed to be greatly wronged, " Dad... big brother, second brother..."

"Third brother..." Wen Shuhua responded first, "How do you feel?" But his movements did not move at all.

The three of them stood together where Wen Shucheng's arms could not reach, expressing their hypocritical concern.

If the previous two times had a little bit of acting skills, this time it was completely perfunctory, even unwilling to make a sad expression, and the voice of speaking was also dry, and there was no trace of what should be seen at all. family look.

Wen Shucheng raised his head, with a pair of eyes full of longing, "Second brother, I feel so uncomfortable, can you come over and help me see if there is something wrong with the infusion needle?"

While speaking, Wen Shucheng raised his hand holding the bottle in front of the Wen family father and son.

Sure enough, the moment his voice fell, Wen Shuhua jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he yanked off Wen Shucheng's infusion bottle from a long distance away.

The medicine bottle slammed heavily on the ground, making a loud noise, and it shattered in an instant, and the liquid exuding a faint medicinal smell flowed all over the floor, forcing the three of Wen's father and son to separate further.

Wen Shucheng sneered in his heart. During the first reincarnation, he originally thought that the Wen family had no memory of the previous one.

But before the worsening acting skills of the Wen family told him that there was definitely a problem between them, and now judging by Wen Shuhua's drastic actions, they clearly remembered the original incident.

Otherwise, he would never have controlled the infusion tube in his own hands so quickly.

Wen Shucheng squinted his eyes and glanced down, and the back of his left hand, which was extremely pale, was continuously dripping with bright red blood, staring at his weak body and losing its blood color, the redness was particularly dazzling.

Wen Shucheng's face was puzzled, and there was a hint of bewilderment in his dark eyes, "Second brother, what do you mean?"

Wen Shuhua and Wen Wenshan looked at each other, Wen Wenshan slightly shook his head at him.

Wen Shuhua is a little confused now. Logically speaking, Wen Shucheng would never rewind his past memories. Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that there was something wrong with their ability to travel through time and space?

Perhaps, their purpose of inducing Wen Shucheng to commit suicide was too obvious and impatient...

Wen Shuhua let out a breath slowly, they should still slow down, since this person can kill so many of their taskers and the master of rules as a traitor, he lost all his memory and was injected with a stupid soul, Nor can it be resolved overnight.

He walked up to Wen Shucheng's hospital bed, and said apologetically, "Second Brother is in a daze, because you have committed suicide by jumping off a building before, and Second Brother was worried that you might commit suicide again, so he pulled out the infusion tube first." Lost."

"Second brother saw the news that a patient hanged himself with an infusion tube, and was afraid that you would do the same thing." Wen Shuhua explained his reason for doing so in a soft voice, "Third brother, don't misunderstand."

"How could it be?" Wen Shucheng shook his head lightly, his starry eyes were bent, and his breath was slow, "Second brother cares about me so much, I'm too happy, how can I misunderstand second brother?"

"It's just..." He raised the back of his bleeding hand, "There's blood here, can second brother bandage it for me?"

"Ah?! Okay." Wen Shuhua went out to call the doctor, and soon, the doctor who judged that Wen Shucheng was fine and could be discharged came in.

He sighed helplessly, and there was a touch of dissatisfaction in his tone of voice, "What's wrong, the patient's body is still weak, how could he sprinkle the medicine..."

Suddenly, the doctor's voice stopped, and he fixed his eyes on Wen Shucheng, with a hint of doubt in his brows and eyes, "It's true, the young man is in good health, he has recovered very well, and he can go home to recuperate. "

Although the doctor was complaining, the movements of his hands did not stop at all, and he quickly bandaged the wound.

Just like the first time, Wen Wenshan went to pay the fee, and Wen Shulin and Wen Shuhua went to get the wheelchair.

Wen Shuhua put his hands on the handles of the wheelchair, and Wen Shulin hugged Wen Shucheng's waist. The moment he hugged him into the wheelchair, a very cold light flashed across Wen Shucheng's drooping eyebrows, the corners of his lips slightly raised, slightly With sarcasm.

The slender fingers were pulled out from the hospital gown, and with only a flick of the fingers, a sharp knife light rushed out, almost blinding the two Wen brothers' eyes.

Before they could react at all, the sharp fruit knife pierced straight into their hearts.

The crimson blood pumped out, dripping onto the snow-white floor...