The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

"Kara"

With a soft sound, the wooden door was gently pushed open by a slender hand, Ah Qi's other hand was behind his back, and the hoe had already been thrown to an unknown place.

"Brother Ah Qi, are you back?"

The joyful voice did not conceal the owner's mood, and the drowsy man sitting on the steps in front of the main house, or the child, greeted him with an innocent smile on his face.

The white fingers, like green onions, wrapped intimately around Ah Qi's strong and strong arms: "Brother, you came back so late today, did you forget about Junjun! You don't even know, Junjun is waiting for you!" Gotta fall asleep..."

With red lips pouting, Jun Jun's face was wrinkled lovingly, as if he really was a child who didn't know the world.

Ah Qi's lips evoked a faint smile, and his hand brushed Jun Jun's shoulder lightly, like a feather falling, making Jun Jun shrug his shoulders uncomfortably: "Giggle, it's so itchy, brother is bullying again people!"

Qiong's nose was slightly wrinkled, and a small grievance was outlined in the enchanting face.

"Has Junjun really been waiting for brother?"

Ah Qi pinched Junjun's nose, and asked a question as if very casually, but didn't take out the hand behind his back.

"Of course, badass brother, you came back late, causing Junjun to have no food, and I'm so hungry..."

Lush green fingers rubbed on his belly, his head drooped slightly, and his cloud-like hair fell loosely, forming a black waterfall with undulating peaks on his upturned buttocks.

Enchanting face, perfect figure, if it was in the past, Ah Qi would have already become a beast |

"Crack!"

With a soft sound, the sunlight was blocked out of the door, and the tightly closed carved wooden door made Junjun tremble unconsciously.

"Brother, what are you doing behind closed doors? Are you going to play a game with Junjun? Junjun wants to eat, wants to eat!"

The charming and soft voice in the past, now, because of these childish words, it is clear and sharp, a little harsh.

The man in obscene clothes placed five slender fingers on the wooden door, trying to push it away, but was tightly held by a big hand.

"Junjun, aren't you tired?"

With a slender and handsome figure, but acting like a five-year-old child, Ah Qi looked at Junjun panicked and at a loss, and smiled ironically. He pulled out the hand that was behind his back, little by little, A big colorful butterfly reflects the blackness in Junjun's eyes into the colorful psychedelic.

"Huh? Such a beautiful butterfly, brother, is it for me?"

Jun Jun's body stiffened for a moment, his favorite red lips, grinning brightly, his rippling eyes bent into a moving crescent moon, catkins catching butterflies, naturally.

The butterfly in Ah Qi's hand landed on the ground first, and what Jun Jun's fingertips touched was Ah Qi's cold fingertips, which seemed to have been frozen.

"Brother, your hands are so cold..."

Jun Jun touched Ah Qi's hand, and it drooped softly, shivering as if stung by a poisonous scorpion.

"Squeak, squeak!"

The sound of bone breaking, the thin wrist, under Ah Qi's control, made a toothache sound, drips of sweat rolled down Junjun's pale face: "Brother, it hurts, Junjun It hurts so much, what did Junjun do wrong? Junjun don’t want big butterflies anymore, don’t want them, don’t…"

The murmur of begging for mercy, choked with sobs, even a hard-hearted person will soften his heart, but?Ah Qi's face was as cold and hard as a jade carving, but he didn't move in the slightest.

"Junjun?"

Asking back coldly, in Junjun's teary eyes, Ah Qi looked at the butterfly kite on the ground, gently raised his feet, and stepped on the big colorful wings drawn.

With force, the rattling sound kept ringing, the bracket supporting the butterfly wings was broken inch by inch, and the decree painted with lines rotted into mud. The beautiful and delicate big butterfly became a disability without wings, in the dust, miserable lying down.

"Do you think the butterfly without wings is more beautiful, or the butterfly with wings is more beautiful?"

Tilting his head, the sculpted smile on Ah Qi's face was reflected in Jun Jun's eyes with a coldness.

Jun Jun, who had been struggling endlessly, stopped his unnecessary struggle in a daze. He looked at the butterfly whose wings had been broken off on the ground, which was still gorgeous just now. A teardrop dripped from the corner of his eye. The eyelashes trembled slightly, and slid down the cheeks, lingering on the sharp chin, reluctantly.

At some point, Ah Qi loosened the restraint on him, Jun Jun bent down his slender body, lingered between the pile of rotten butterfly wings with his slender fingertips.

The sharp bamboo pierced into the white fingertips, and a drop of blood rolled down, just staining the butterfly's heart. The disabled butterfly seemed to be more beautiful and more beautiful.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Junjun was kicked to the ground by a kick behind him, followed by frantic punches and kicks.

Amidst the bang bang, Ah Qi shouted uncontrollably: "Jun Tianyao, you've been lying to me!"

"Is it fun to lie to me? Like a fool, let you play all the time, is it very fulfilling?"

A punch hit the corner of the mouth, and the lips were full of bloody breath: "You always wanted to escape, didn't you? You imagine this butterfly, growing wings to escape from me, right?"

Another punch hit the chest: "Jun Tianyao, you have no heart, and you are the real fool if you treat you with sincerity!"

The man's foot stepped on his slender legs: "I tell you, don't even think about it, I can break your wings the first time, and I can make you surrender the second time!"

Click!As if it was the sound of the bamboo stick breaking just now, the pain of the broken leg bone was transmitted to my mind at this moment.

"pain……"

Jun Tianyao's consciousness is no longer clear, his eyes have been blurred by tears, vaguely, that cold man's face pierced into his heart with ferocity.

"Do you think that you are still the high-ranking Mr. Jun Tianyao? Let me tell you, you are nothing, You Ruofeng doesn't want you anymore, the people of the Demon Sect spurn you, and the righteous way of martial arts is going to hunt you down. You have no way out, no more ..."

After saying such ruthless words, Ah Qi's face was numb, as if he was the one who lost all hope.

He let go of the butterfly that he had been holding so tightly, moved his fingertips with difficulty, and finally caught up with Ah Qi's feet: "Brother Ah Qi, no, no..."

Hoarse, as if weeping blood and mourning, all he got was Ah Qi's pause, and the next moment, Jun Tianyao's hand was stepped on by him, the ten fingers connected to the heart, the heart-piercing pain knocked his consciousness submerged.

Whose fault is Ah Qi's cruelty at this time?

In a trance, it seems to have returned to a long time ago, that night of fireworks, that lonely figure.

The corners of the blood-stained lips unconsciously outlined a touch of bitterness.