The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

With a cold expression and a cold tone, Jun Tianyao put down his hands and stood up, without looking at Ah Qi's expression: "I won't ask you what purpose you have, and I won't care How did you get by? It’s just that since you’ve entered here, if you want to be Ah Qi, you can only do seven kills, so don’t have any other thoughts, otherwise..." It was a threatening tone, but it concealed the unfinished business In a word, I can't save you.

"Go down!"

After Jun Tianyao gave his orders casually, he called out again: "Let Liufeng come to see me!"

Looking at the graceful figure of Tingting, Ah Qi looked at Liufeng weakly in Jun Tianyao's arms, the ice in his eyes shattered layer by layer, turning into a giant beast, wanting to eat someone, Jun Tianyao turned his head and saw It was just a blurry figure that quickly disappeared.

Pushing the person in his arms away with both hands, Jun Tianyao handed Liufeng a silver cup.

Liu Feng's expression was gloomy for a while, but he still smiled softly and beautifully. With a dagger in his hand, he raised the sleeves covering his wrists, and the hideous scars arranged side by side seemed to be in sight.

Without hesitation, there was a flash of the knife, there was a sound of tearing, the sound of skin being cut, and a gust of fresh blood filled the silver cup like a jet of water.

Liu Feng's complexion was so pale that Jun Tianyao felt a little touched, especially when he saw him staring at him like that.

With bright rouge on his lips, Jun Tianyao's eyes deepened: "How long have you served me?"

"Five years, three months and eight days!"

Without thinking, he blurted out, Liu Feng, sunk too deep, it was the true feelings, he couldn't bear it, Jun Tianyao sighed, and randomly dropped half a cup of blood on the table, the blood was rippling, and a few drops fell on the table. On the table, the dark mark reflected Liu Feng's paler face: "Young master, what's wrong with Liu Feng's blood?"

"Liufeng, I'm tired..."

The five words are so short, but Liufeng feels that it will take him his whole life to not understand them: "I have been practicing the Cold Heart Art very hard recently, so it should be a breakthrough..."

"Five years, three months and eight days, Liufeng, I'm tired of it!"

"Young master, don't drive me away, I will work harder, no one can practice the cold heart formula better than me, I have already practiced to the sixth level, I know, I am still one level away from the best cooperation You, but, I will work hard, just a little bit, just a little bit, please..."

Holding Liufeng's arm with one hand, preventing him from kneeling, Jun Tianyao stared at Liufeng's tranced eyes seriously, and paused every word: "Don't lower yourself to the dust when you say goodbye, Liufeng, you After serving me for five years, I have paid off everything, go down the mountain! Hongyue has prepared something for you..."

The Cold Heart Jue and the Phoenix Flame Jue, one master and one assistant, the Cold Heart Jue, practiced to the extreme, can condense the heart and freeze the blood, and can restrain the self-destructive nature of the Lie Yan Jue. The day when Jun Tianyao succeeds, Liu Feng dies. hour.Jun Tianyao thinks that he is not a good person in the true sense, but even if he can't respond to someone who treats him sincerely, at least he will soften his heart once.

"Liufeng, don't come back again, I'm only soft-hearted this time!"

"Forget here, forget me, forget, cold heart formula!"

Walking staggeringly, the oncoming Hongyue, with a trace of sympathy and pity on his face, made Liufeng want to laugh out loud, forgot, how could he forget?

"This is what the young master prepared for you. Take the token and go down the mountain!"

The token of passing is held in the palm of the hand, with sharp water chestnuts, which draw hideous lines on the palm of the hand. He once said that his hands are beautiful, and he treasures them the most. In order not to make them callous, he would rather just practice Internal strength, without practicing moves, everyone laughs behind his back that he is willing to be a male favourite, and he doesn't know how to make progress, so he doesn't care.

The hand slammed into the tree trunk, the rough bark further tore the slender hand, and the finely shattered wounds were mixed with wooden thorns, piercing pain.

What is the use of these hands now?

Liufeng vented frantically, the bag in his hand fell, and the contents rolled out, his eyes were fixed, his dirty fingers tremblingly picked up a colorful shadow between the gold, silver and jewels, four palm-sized Things, colored tassels, flutter in the wind.

"this is yours?"

The undersized child picked up the butterfly kite on the ground, fiddled with it casually, and looked at the somewhat scribbled homesick poem on it. His casual and contemptuous attitude made the young man's face more smug. Dissatisfaction: "The kite is simple and simple, just for self-entertainment, if the young master doesn't like it, please return it to the slave!"

At that time, Liufeng had too many water chestnuts on his body, and some people around Jun Tianyao looked down on him, and they were tightly clamped and pressed to the ground. When he was about to be beaten, he walked up to him: "Your kite , It’s really crude, no wonder a kite made with such hands can’t fly.”

The tip of his toe brushed across his fingertips, his eyes were covered by anger, and he was about to recklessly attack, when he whispered jokingly in his ear: "If it was at that time, the expression on your face is beautiful!" Come on, how about I give you a kite? Give you a kite that can fly freely."

At that moment, he was stunned, and he, smiling like a child who succeeded in pranking, laughed, what's the matter?broken.

Pressing it tightly in my heart, tears kept falling.