Quick Wear: The Cold God is infinitely fond of the host

Chapter 179: The Duke is a fishing beauty (55)

"You devil!" Sheng Xiujue was really afraid of Quan Si now.

In the past, although he was wary of Quan Si, he was not afraid of him.

But now it seems that the other party's style of doing things and his decisive killing style are really frightening.

This kind of madman who is extremely rational is the most terrifying!

You can never predict what he will do next. You can only fall into the chess game like a chess piece and be manipulated by him.

"Devil?" Quan Si glanced at him and said lazily, "That's not a bad name."

The next second, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a stunning curve.

The silver-haired young man jumped up, and his slender figure left a light afterimage.

When Sheng Xiujue came to his senses, the dagger that had just killed someone was already completely on his neck.

If he had moved just five centimeters forward, his neck would have been torn to pieces.

Sheng Xiujue was so frightened that he dared not move and could only maintain a stiff posture for the time being.

From Quan Si's perspective, one can clearly see the scar on Sheng Xiujue hidden under his collar.

They are crisscrossed, one after another, of varying depths, and extremely creepy.

scar...?

Quan Si subconsciously glanced at Li Hen.

Judging from the preliminary inference just now, these two people had some life-and-death grudges before.

The grudge is deep and cannot be resolved in a few words.

As a bully, where do the scars on Sheng Xiujue's body come from?

This cannot be explained by common sense.

"How did you get your scar?" Quan Si asked in a light tone.

"When I was a kid, I was naughty and always liked to bump into things. Isn't it normal to have scars?"

"Liar." Quan Si moved with astonishing speed, the dagger had already stabbed into Sheng Xiujue's waist.

The blood stained the corner of his clothes. The latter staggered after being stabbed and was about to cry out in pain when he was slapped and became dizzy.

Li Hen shook his hands, his lips curved in mockery, "You've hit me in the face like this before, it must have been unpleasant, right?"

The latter was obviously stunned by the slap. Under the double torture of pain in his waist and face, he frowned and broke out in cold sweat.

Quan Si pulled out the dagger swiftly and looked at him with no emotion, as if he was looking at a pig or sheep to be slaughtered.

"Where should I tattoo next?" He chuckled, with a few strands of silver hair hanging lazily, like a handsome and noble crown prince.

She has a beautiful face, so pretty that one can't take their eyes off her, but what she does is horrifying.

One cannot help but associate him with the ruthless and indifferent god of death.

In less than five minutes, Sheng Xiujue's lips turned bloodless and his face turned frighteningly pale.

It's obvious that he's about to die and won't live long.

But he still had a lucky mentality, thinking of taking advantage of an opportunity to break free from the two people's restraints.

But he forgot that Quan Si had never fought alone.

There was always someone silently waiting behind him.

At any given moment, the other party always puts him first.

Just as Sheng Xiujue was about to make a small movement, he was restrained by a powerful force and could not move.

I saw wisps of red mist emerging from his body, the color was enchanting, and it revealed a terrifying aura of death.

The red mist looked thin but was actually extremely powerful. It completely enveloped him and even suppressed his fingers.

Quan Si turned around and glanced at Ji behind him.

The latter just raised his fingertips slightly, and the source of the mist came from him.

When he looked over, the man was looking at him.

Without any warning, their eyes met, and although they were speechless, there was a tacit understanding in each other's hearts.

Needless to say, we understand each other's feelings.

He knew that Ji would never let him down.

He could trust the other person with his back with complete confidence.

Because he knew that Ji might be the supreme leader in front of outsiders, but not in front of him.

Be loyal to him, and only to him.

"Sheng Xiujue," Li Hen pulled out a pistol from his waist, "You know how you got the scars on your body."

He tapped the other's still handsome face with his gun, but the latter was really scared at this time.

When death is approaching, nothing else matters.

Sheng Xiujue cried and shed tears, "We shouldn't have joked with you back then, please forgive me...!"

"Can I kneel down for you? Please forgive me. I don't want any bonus. Just let me get out alive. Please!"

He wanted to kneel down, but he felt as if a thousand pounds of weight were pressing on him.

Unable to bend the knee

"How did it come about?" Quan Si seemed very interested in this topic.

He stabbed Sheng Xiujue's shoulder with an expressionless face and without even blinking.

Seeing this, Li Hen punched the guy in the face. He hit him hard enough that one of his teeth fell out.

Sheng Xiujue suddenly felt like he had become the one being bullied, as if the roles had completely reversed.

His body was unable to move and he could only let the two demons in front of him control him.

No...not two demons, but three!

And that one...

That guy who is pretending to be a pig but trying to eat the tiger has no expression on his face!

This damn red fog made him lose his freedom and turned him into a prisoner...!

"Sheng has a quirk," Li Hen played with the pistol in his hand, "Every time he bullies others, he will carve a scar on his body, and he takes it as a source of pride."

Yes, glory.

These scars are a reminder of how many people he has bullied.

How many innocent people, mostly students with young faces, were burned on the arms with cigarette butts, pressed their heads into the toilet, or blocked their way in deserted alleys and demanded money, and then beaten up if they refused to pay, by him and his bad friends.

To be specific, there are many forms of bullying, but each one is a physical and mental torture to the bullied.

Those who were bullied at the time either dropped out of school or became depressed.

And someone like Li Hen obviously belongs to the latter.

He was tortured into complete depression, no one helped him, and he was eventually forced to death.

"How did you know that?!" Sheng Xiujue's pupils shrank slightly, "I'm telling you, Li Hen, you're a lunatic!"

"And you, Quan Si, you will not die a good death. You are a devil. Don't even think about reincarnating into a good life in this life—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Li Hen threw the pistol to Quan Si, who took it and shot him in the head.

Blood splattered and thick brain matter flowed out.

Quan Si took a few steps back in disgust and returned the pistol to Li Hen.

"Thanks, the gun works great."

Li Hen didn't reach out to take it, but smiled at him and said, "Take it. It's a gift to you."

Selfishly speaking, he kind of likes Quan Si.

But after all, the ruthless and taciturn leader was right next to him, so he didn't dare to reveal his thoughts easily.

Ji watched the interaction between the two without saying anything, but just frowned slightly.

The next second, Sheng Xiujue's body suddenly emitted a strange red light.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be surrounded by thick red fog.

The red mist corroded his flesh, and soon, the original flesh was completely replaced by the so-called blood.

When Jiao Ran saw this scene, he swallowed subconsciously.

Is the leader... angry?