Throw down the snake ancestor

Abra, who had no time to dodge, suddenly had a red spot on his face, and if it took a long time, it would probably cause bruises.When Riddle's next punch came, Abra quickly held Riddle's fist, enduring the pain on his face, and glared at Riddle who seemed to be mad: "Tom Riddle, what are you doing?! Crazy!" Yet?!!"

"Yes, I'm crazy. I was crazy when I was in the fifth grade!" Riddle, whose eyes were red with anxiety, saw that Abra was holding his right hand tightly. Abra punched in the face.Look at this momentum, it is estimated that Riddle will not give up until Abra's face is disfigured.

In order to prevent his face from being completely lost in Riddle's hands—disfigurement, Abra quickly restrained Riddle in his arms. Because the right half of his face was severely beaten by Riddle, Abra did not lose his face. He stared angrily at Riddle who was struggling desperately in his arms: "Tom, why did you hit me suddenly? How did I offend you?!"

It should be said that the two of them didn't say a few words today, why did this Tom cat rush forward with all its teeth and claws? !With so much effort, my face must be blue now, maybe dark!

Riddle, who couldn't get rid of Abra, was ruthless, and bit Abra's white and tender arm fiercely, as if he had a great hatred with Abra, biting hard.Abra didn't dare to break free, but just stared blankly at Riddle biting him viciously like a frenzied little beast.This... the mood swings are too big...

Riddle, who had been biting for a long time, was tired and let go. Looking at Abra's bloody arm bitten by him, he felt guilty for a moment, and then regained his composure.Hmph, he was the one who provoked me first, he deserved his arm bleeding! !

Riddle turned his head awkwardly, not looking at Abra's arm. Abra stood quietly holding Riddle, and the two of them were surrounded by a silent and empty atmosphere.

Abra wanted to just spend time with Riddle, because...forgive his brain capacity, until now, he still couldn't figure out why Riddle would suddenly punch him and bite him so hard.

Riddle couldn't keep going. In terms of patience, the current Riddle would never be able to compare with Abra. Maybe after Riddle's soul was glued together, there would still be a little bit of comparison.

"Abu, is it fun to tease me?" Riddle pursed his lips, his face was pale, his hands were tightly clenched and seeped into his skin, blood dripped down the floor from his fingers.

Riddle admitted that he was always at a disadvantage with Abra, which he could care less about.You don't need to care about Abra's indifference, and you can lie under Abra's body.However, Riddle shot a vicious look in his eyes, he couldn't stand being deceived by others, even if this person was Abra, he still wanted this person to be punished to a certain extent!

"Teasing you?" Abra narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Riddle in his arms. Since Riddle lowered his head, Abra couldn't see Riddle's current expression clearly, "Why should I tease you?"

"Thousands of years ago, you didn't tell me that you came from thousands of years ago." Riddle said flatly, and Abra felt slightly apprehensive in his overly calm manner.Abra liked the way Riddle exploded, but he didn't want to provoke the deeper level of Riddle's explosion.He saw it once, but only that time, Riddle's viciousness was engraved in Abra's heart, no less than those who fought for family property in the millennium.

Perhaps it was also the reason, since Riddle separated his soul, Abra was unwilling to have intimate contact with Riddle again.He likes a little Tom cat who usually blows his hair occasionally and lets him bully him, rather than a dark and vicious Dark Lord with a gloomy face every day.

"I'm just reborn, there's no need to drag the past into the present," Abra gently stroked Riddle's face with his hand, rubbing it back and forth, "Besides, if I say that I'm from a thousand years ago Ancient man, then you must not have thought that I was lying to you and scratching my face?"

When Riddle heard Mo Yan, he really wouldn't believe what he said at the time, but his face was covered in scratches.Riddle was gloomy in his heart, was he so childish in Abra's heart?

"I won't scratch your face." Riddle said calmly, as if nothing could affect his thoughts now.

"What did you say?" Abra looked at Riddle incomprehensibly. How did he find that he couldn't keep up with Riddle's thinking now, jumping a little fast.

Riddle took a deep breath, covered up the sternness on his face, tried his best to smile at Abra like before, but found that it was impossible.He had no choice but to turn cold again, and look at Abra lightly.

"Abu, you can let me go now." Riddle's tone was a little tired, and there was a little more tiredness between his brows.

The sudden appearance of the ancestor thousands of years ago has already made it difficult for him to digest.Now, the self in front of me who has been in love for so many years actually came from a thousand years ago.Moreover, he is very clear about the separation of souls.Knowing the dangers of separating souls but not telling him, is it possible that he, Voldemort, is so worthless in this person's heart? !

Riddle didn't know what to do when these two news hit like a nuclear bomb.

Abra heard the abnormality in Riddle's tone, let go of the arms that imprisoned Riddle, and pulled Riddle's shoulders to make him face himself.

Abra stared quietly at Riddle, just now because of Riddle's cruelty, there was still Abra's blood in the corner of his mouth.It was not as bright red as it was at the beginning, but now it has a dark red color.Matched with Riddle's appearance, it is a bit more coquettish.

However, now is not the time to admire Riddle's beauty. Abra stared at Riddle closely, and asked as if reading his mind: "Tom, did the dean tell you something?"

Otherwise, according to Tom's current stupid appearance, how could he suddenly be awkward! !

"No." Riddle turned his head away, not looking into Abra's eyes.

The corners of Abra's mouth twitched, seeing Riddle like this, it's strange that he didn't say anything!Tsk tsk, in fact, separating the soul is good too, at least Riddle doesn't dare to look him in the eye when it comes to lying.

Riddle expressed abnormal sadness in his heart, thinking back to just now, when he walked into that room and waited for Abra to close the door.The lover on the opposite side who he thought was Abra said directly, scaring him to pull out his wand quickly.

"What descendant of Slytherin, you are actually the one below!!" Salazar's face showed no abnormalities, but just listening to his tone, no matter how you listen, you can hear some gnashing of teeth.

Riddle was in a bad mood and very irritable, especially when he saw this suspected lover of Abra.

"It's not up to you, a person who came out of nowhere, to dictate what I do!" No way, the rival in love is always so restless when he sees the imaginary rival in his heart.

Salazar raised his eyebrows, and wanted to continue playing with Riddle more interestedly: "Then I don't know, is there anyone who can tell you what to do?"

Riddle narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Sarah for a long time, and finally let out a sinister laugh: "Anyone who can tell me what to do is dead."

"Oh?" Salazar directly ignored the ghostly smile that made people get goosebumps all over his body, and insisted on the words, "Then I don't know, the dead man has come out again, can I tell you what to do?"

Riddell froze for a moment, anyone who said that would get a chill behind his back, okay?

And, this isn't writing ghost stories, ghost stories! !You two male protagonists and male supporting roles quickly return to normal with the old lady! !I don't want to be scared to death yet! !

Riddle only felt a gust of cold wind blowing behind him, and saw Salazar on the opposite side looking at him as if looking at a commodity, and couldn't help but vigilantly clenched the wand in his hand and said vigilantly: "What on earth are you trying to do?" ?!"

"I don't want to do anything," Salazar confessed, making Riddle want to vomit blood. "Don't worry, I have no interest in you."

Riddle twitched, and his facial muscles were a little stiff. Looking at Salazar, he wanted to complain: Who would you, bastard!You are only interested in me and I am not interested in you. I like Abu, not you, bastard!

"Who the hell are you?" Riddle thought nonchalantly about who would be injured in the end if he fought with Salazar.After the scuffle in the living room just now, Riddle found sadly that he would definitely be the one who was unlucky in the end.

Salazar stood up, his natural elegance made Riddle forget for a moment that he was facing his "rival in love".

Salazar walked slowly in front of Riddle, with a smile on his lips, gently lifted Riddle's chin with his slender fingers, and whispered like a love story: "You, really want to know who I am?"

There was a chill in Riddle's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to hold Salazar's finger: "You better not piss me off."

He actually dared to tease the Dark Lord, if it wasn't for Abra's face, he would definitely splash blood on Malfoy Manor!

The dignity of the Dark Lord cannot be provoked by anyone!

"Hehe," Salazar didn't care about the potential threat in Riddle's tone, and tilted his head slightly. A poisonous basilisk lurks under his gentle and elegant appearance, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Riddle's face changed slightly, he looked at Salazar's smiling face in disbelief, his breath became a little flustered, and then he calmed down again: "What did you just say?!"

Salazar smiled lightly, and repeated Riddle's real name in the past, present, and future in Parseltongue: "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"How...how is it possible!!" Riddle pushed against the wall, looking at Salazar in disbelief.