The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

Fire trees and silver flowers, Lantern Festival, on the street, shoulders rubbing each other, everyone has a kind smile on their faces, but there is only one place, which is abnormally cold and quiet.

Laughing everywhere, praying bursts, on the surface of the river, the delicate boats are slowly moving, and the small lanterns are flowing quietly.

That black silk brocade, standing far away on the river bank, let the cool wind blow alone, the black hair fluttered casually on the slender shoulders, like a strip of soft ribbons, in the hands of the master Bingyu. There was a mysterious dark color on the face like this.

Fair skin, deep eyes, and a slender figure with a little youthfulness, noble, aloof, indifferent, exuding an aura of repelling others thousands of miles away, such a person, no matter how good-looking, is difficult to get close to, What's more, the golden crown and dragon decoration between the black hair on his head made discerning people dare not approach him easily.

"Well, looking back suddenly, is that person in a dimly lit place?"

In the corner of the night, a pair of deep eyes can see the black clothes standing against the wind. It should be said that even though that person is young, his face and momentum are still among thousands of people. at a glance.

"Finally found……"

The delicate and soft timbre is like a melodious melody, with a secret smile, blending into this school of singing and dancing.

"Big brother, are you alone?" The most old-fashioned strike-up in modern times, obviously, it may not be successful in ancient times.

Jimo Qi frowned, looking at the black handprint on his sleeve, and the five tiny hands that were stained with mud, his eyes were stained with disgust, Not the disgust of the dirt, but the disgust of the person who suddenly came to disturb him.

The gloomy eyes stared at the little child with some greasy hair, and messy gray shirts that seemed to be dressed indiscriminately. The cold light was more intense, as if to freeze the uninvited guest.

Stare at you, stare at you, get out, get out, even though he hasn't said a word, Jun Tianyao still feels this emotion deeply, is he too sensitive, or the people in front of him don't bother to hide it? ?

The treachery in Jun Tianyao's eyes was even worse, and the little hand holding the boy's sleeve tightened even tighter: "Big Brother, you were also bullied, that's why you came here alone to blow the wind?"

The tender and tender voice of a child, with a little worry in it, accompanied by Jun Tianyao's round, elves' lovely eyes and those piercingly cold eyes, even a hard-hearted person has to be soft-hearted.

This is a stunt that Jun Tianyao has practiced since he was a child. From any angle, from which direction, with any movement, which part he uses, he can do no harm to the person he wants to soften.

Sensing the more condensed atmosphere of the man in front of him after his own words, the corners of Jun Tianyao's lips rose slightly, and the diamond-shaped cute lips evoked a small smile, not afraid that he would be colder, but afraid that he would not Response, fighting with the young master, you are still too young.

"Big brother? Don't be sad. If you are being bullied, Junjun will help you. Together, the two of us will definitely beat the bad guys all over the place?"

Jun Tianyao continued to work hard, the second step, you and I became us, clenched our small fists, the eyes were full of common hatred, and Jimo Qi's complexion softened a little unconsciously.

Finally opened his mouth: "Let go!"

The silent boy finally spoke. As expected, it was the hoarse duck voice of the boy in the voice-changing period. Jun Tianyao's fingers trembled, and his eardrums couldn't bear it. It's been a long time since he tried to torture his hearing like this. After the voice change period.

"Go away!"

Jimo Qi's softened face returned to ice-cold in an instant, and Jun Tianyao's slender brows were slightly frowned, which was the disgust he was used to, and the slight touch just now turned into anger, and with a heavy wave of his hand, Jun Tianyao His body waved back, but the direction of his retreat was the quietly flowing, bottomless river, but, what does this have to do with Jimo Qi?

Jun Tianyao's chest froze, his body was already wounded, but because of Jimo Qi's brutality, he kicked back uncontrollably.

Damn it, like a woman, why are you so sensitive?The moment Jimo Qi changed color, Jun Tianyao knew where he was wrong.

However, he was never so easy to get rid of. The moment the little hand was forced to let go of Jimo Qi's sleeve, he grabbed his wrist as quickly as lightning, and the corner of his mouth was full of smiles.

However, the slenderness of the wrist made Jun Tianyao feel stunned. This young man, who is obviously a noble man, looks like a malnourished man. The thickness of his wrist is comparable to his current wrist. You know, his current body is only ** years old, and Jimo Qi, no matter how tall and imposing he is, is also twelve or thirty years old.

Jimo Qi was caught off guard and drank coldly, with panic in his voice: "Let go!"

The answer I got was "Plop!"