Everyone except me knows that I'm a broken sleeve

Presumably people who are terrified to the extreme are a little crazy.

Wang Meng's eyes were crippled, and he couldn't see anything in the dark.He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and said with a sly smile, "Her name is Luoxia, isn't it? The name is really nice!"

"I remember she was fucked to death, right?! The blood stained the bed red, that color is really beautiful!!" Wang Meng was dizzy from the pain, but he still yelled recklessly, "What? After three years of raising him, he was raised well?"

"How many times have you fucked her? Is it because the water is too tight?! Otherwise, why did you come here to seek revenge after so long?!"

Wang Meng was so completely blind that he couldn't see the expression on the boy's face at all.

The scuffle between the tiger head gang and the boy gradually stopped, they looked at the young man's expression with horror in their eyes, and a chill came down in their hearts.

The young man's face was extremely handsome, his eyes were stained with a few drops of dark red blood, and his expression was astonishingly pale.In the dim light, like the other shore flower blooming in hell, it is extremely dangerous, with a lingering death energy.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!"

There was a sharp and terrified scream, and the other party's throat seemed to seep out of blood, and there was a frightening roar.

A bloody meat tongue rolled down from the second floor and hit the lobby floor with a thud, splashing a circle of blooming blood.

The boy shrank his neck and silently retreated into the corner.

Wang Meng curled up and trembled in pain, and rolled from the table to the ground, making an inexplicable hoo hoo sound, the volume was so weak that it was almost negligible.

In the empty silence, the young man's cold voice sounded indifferently: "You should be glad that I didn't kill anyone."

It was completely dark.

The young man raised his eyes, looked at the trembling Tiger Head Gang around him, and said coldly:

——"You should regret that I didn't kill people."

The boy threw the blood-stained dagger on the ground casually, and sat on the railing on the second floor with his body bent.His back was facing the empty lobby, his vision in the darkness was extremely blurred, and the air filled with blood was thick and pungent.

Several members of the Tiger Head Gang knelt in front of him tremblingly, begging for mercy.

"What?" The boy tilted his head, showing just the right amount of confusion, "Don't you guys like to have sex with multiple people the most?"

Wang Yi knelt up trembling, his voice was dry and hoarse: "But...but the boss..."

Wang Meng was roughly medicated so that he would not die from excessive blood loss.There was also a medicinal herb in his mouth, which prevented him from passing out even in extreme pain.Both his legs and eyes were crippled, and the severed tongue and pierced palm reminded him of the great pain he suffered in his body all the time.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even lift a finger, but he could still hear the boy's words clearly.

"I counted down to three?" The boy's voice was cold and cruel.

"three."

"two."

Gu Xiaoyong tidied his sleeves slowly in the dark, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "...one."

"...Me! I'll come first!!!" A member of the Tiger Head Gang stood up first, his voice was too dry due to fear, "I'll come first."

He untied his belt tremblingly, swallowed his saliva and walked towards Wang Meng step by step, his eyes were red: "Boss... Boss... Don't blame me... I just want to live."

Wang Meng could hear clearly, and couldn't help struggling violently in the pain, but in exchange for more severe pain.

The boy's cold gaze was placed here without emotion, and the subordinate took off his pants tremblingly, muttering something all the time.

"What are you still standing there for?" Gu Xiaoyong said, "Let's go together."

Except for Wang Yi, the rest of the people stood up tremblingly, gritted their teeth and walked towards Wang Meng.

Gu Xiaoyong shifted his gaze to Wang Yi, raised his eyebrows and said, "What about you?"

"I...I..." Wang Yi clenched his hands into fists, "I can't do it!"

"Don't lift it?" The boy's tone was not fluctuating, he raised his chin and said, "Here, isn't there a dagger here?"

The blood-stained dagger remained alone in its place.

Wang Meng struggled violently, ignoring the pain on his body, and made an inexplicable groaning sound from his mouth, looking extremely desperate.

His pants were soaked in blood, and the coagulated blood stuck to the wound with cloth, and was torn off directly.

Countless hands groped on his body, with the lingering smell of blood and disgusting heavy panting.Quiet.

Wang Yi hesitated for a while, groped for the dagger in the dark, and slowly joined in.

The boy's voice was originally handsome, but now it was stained with a bloody smile:

—— "Wang Meng, take a bet, who is fucking you now?"

In the darkness, the man whose tongue was cut out made a desperate sound.

Seeing that the first person was about to poke in, suddenly there was a dull thumping sound.

Everyone's voices and movements stopped abruptly, like a piano with a broken string, appearing abrupt and weird.

Gu Xiaoyong raised his eyes, but saw a plain white robe falling from the sky, tightly covering his head.The bloody smell lingering at the tip of the nose was covered by the overwhelming bitter medicinal fragrance, as if countless entangled darkness were replaced by daylight.

In the emptiness and solitude, a gleam of light came in through the plain clothes.

The young man was slightly stunned for a moment, his eyes widened slowly, and the glimmer of light that penetrated fell into his eyes, dispelling all the haze and indifference.

The sound of the rolling wheelchair came from far to near, and then slowly stopped in front of him.

The boy's fingers curled up imperceptibly, until someone's warm and soft voice sounded in front of him, with an incomprehensible coaxing meaning: "Smile?"

Only then did Gu Xiaoyong hesitantly and hesitantly lift up his blood-stained finger, and slightly lifted a corner of Su Yi.

——The handsome young man is sitting in a wheelchair, holding a plain lantern in his hand, and the candle flames are dancing in it, smudged with a warm light.The light flooded the young man's body, and against his slightly curved eyebrows, it was as if all the coldness suddenly crashed into the arms of a spring of water, and he was embraced tightly by warmth.

Gu Xiaoyong's eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart felt sore that he wanted to rush over.From the corner of the eye, he saw his blood-stained fingertips again, and he froze slightly, then shrank back hesitantly.

Yu Xueyuan still sat in front of him with a gentle expression. He put the lamp in his hand on the ground, opened his arms slightly, and sighed again: "Smile."

The emotions in his heart were as if the embankment had burst, and he couldn't control it anymore, Gu Xiaoyong moved his toes slightly, and rushed straight over.

The plain white clothes fell to the ground, and the dark red hair rope fluttered slightly in the candlelight.The bitter medicinal fragrance lingers all over the body, like the spring white snow that has washed everything, guarding the only faint red plum in a piece of pure whiteness.