"Otherwise?" Si Jin smiled slowly. The smile was very deep, the evil and cold. He raised his long legs slowly, and the black boots stepped on the man's fingers that were unable to hang on the ground, and then-

He twisted his shoes hard, lowered his eyes so much, listened indifferently to the man's screams in his ears, and even his words were ruthless, "I'm in a bad mood today. I don't want to see blood."

The man who had fought with someone in the middle of the night never expected that a seemingly calm and delicate boy he accidentally stopped was actually so difficult to mess with.

I can't even pass a move on this person!

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong..." The man quickly admitted his mistake, inhaling in pain, his face pale, and he felt that his finger bones seemed to be broken, and these hands were considered useless.

Until now, the man began to regret why he provoked this young man without any trouble.

He looks young, but his cruelty and coolness are even more like a desperate person than him!

Si Jin's black boots crushed the man's finger bones. He lowered his body and leaned over to look at the man lying on the ground. His long legs bent slightly, his slender and distinct hands were casually placed on his knees. Under the ink-colored hair, there were deep eyes, nine points cold.

He pulled the corner of his lips and smiled, cold and fierce, and his thin lips were lightly opened, so wild that he was deadly. "Let me know who you should be the one whom you shouldn't mess with from Demon Dream to No. 42."

His words were like his people, as if they were cold to the core. The extremely cold voice fell. Si Jin slowly stood up, withdrew his legs, turned around and left.

It's so arrogant.

The long black windbreaker and the long legs wrapped in black trousers, the handsome and noble back all seemed to be able to show three points of ruthlessness, cold and cool, and extremely awkward.

The man lay weakly on the ground, gasping for pain, and the severe pain from the nerves on his hands almost made him sweat in his forehead.

But the heart is colder than the body.

From No. 42 to Momeng, the only person who can be ranked No. 1 and cannot be provoked is...

According to legend, it was said that he fought against countless people on the Life and Death Hunting Ground three years ago, successfully breaking the life and Death Hunting Ground, which is known as the most accurate and strict defense agency, and becomes a god that no one dares to touch.

It is said that

He is a young boy.

There is a cruelty and resentment that is completely inconsistent with his age.

From the City of Demon Dreams, to the Life and Death Hunting Ground, and even the entire Slum No. 42, no one can provoke him.

Si Jin didn't have the time and mind to care about a stranger. He stood in front of the dilapidated building and looked at the place that should be right in his memory.

The slender boy was holding his pocket with one hand, and the cold wind blew across the hair in front of his forehead, revealing his beautiful eyebrows. He raised his dark eyes and looked at the dilapidated building expressionlessly, as if he would fall down in the next second.

By the way.

That's the place.

Si Jin pressed down his irritability in his heart, and even the anger in his eyes was restrained a little. He just leaned on the mottled and worn wall, and stepped on the black boots behind the wall. His long eyelashes drooped, and his side lines were clean and beautiful. He looked like a handsome and noble demon in the night, very careless.

The boy lowered his eyes and glanced at Time, raised his head slightly, and his calm gaze fell on the evil moon in the dark sky.

The fog in the night has never dissipated, it is dim, and the boy's face is hidden, leaving only a hazy outline, which can vaguely see the attractive handsome side face.

This time...

never mind.

Don't bother that person anymore.

Si Jin stood downstairs against the wall, closed his eyes, and stayed all night, allowing the cold wind to blow on his body. Only when he thought that the person was still upstairs, the blood-blooded anger in his heart could he suppress it.

The boy blew the cold wind all night and waited downstairs all night.

The next day,

The last ray of darkness of the sky disappeared, and the white light slowly reflected on the earth.

It's dawn.

The darkness faded like a tide.

"Si..." When Ranbai just came out, he saw a figure leaning against the wall. At that moment, she almost thought she had read it wrong.

After all, how could this person be in Slum No. 42?

Before Ranbai could finish his words, the figure was already brought over.

He suddenly ran into a clean and powerful embrace, and the lanbai jaw was just pressed against the boy's delicate collarbone. The cross he was holding felt cold.

His black windbreaker collar was slightly wide open, revealing the snow-white shirt inside, and the button on the top was very abstinent.

All the clean and faint cold fragrance lingers between the nose.

Si Jin had no intention of letting go of the coldness in his arms. He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped, and his white and beautiful jaws were placed on the girl's shoulders.

After a long time, Ranbai heard the boy speak in a slightly silence: "Well, it's me."

His voice passed through the air, passed through the air, and fell into his ears, with a nice texture. It was probably a bit hoarse because he couldn't sleep all night, but it was still very nice. His voice was very low, like he was uneasy, paranoid and stubborn: "Don't leave."

Ranbai paused, she picked her lower lip and smiled: "I won't leave."

It’s too late to take possession of you, why did you leave?

…

And the Tiandao Administration,

"What are you going to do?" The host of 005 asked Qingjiu.

On the virtual screen projected on it, there is a still picture, as if the pause button was pressed by time.

The city filled with fog, blood swelling in the gray fog, and in the dark sky, a blood-red full moon was very strange.

The whole world seemed to be in a blood-red sleep.

Qingjiu narrowed her eyes, thoughtfully, and finally commented: "It's still this Ying Huaixue who is too weak. Tsk tsk, the punishment world that invaded the Heavenly Dao Administration is not very strong."

"It seems that I have to take action myself."

"Qingjiu, don't do anything randomly." The host of 005 looked at Qingjiu and said helplessly: "I also knew about that plane last time. You won't use special means to retaliate because of failure... that one?"

"You're thinking too much." Qingjiu looked at the virtual screen and said calmly: "I lost because I don't have enough ability and there is nothing to say, but I want to compete with her again, and..."

"What does it look like to be a contractor in the initial system of the Tiandao Administration look like when you fall in love all day long?" Qingjiu said: "After all, it's a newcomer. It's just right to have expectations for such things, so give her a blow..."

After thinking about it, Qingjiu grinded her teeth and said sinisterly: "Save her to murder her colleagues for a boyfriend."

005 Host: "…"

"I still have to go there." Qingjiu said, waved his hand to the person next to him, and gently picked his lips.

Let her see,

How strong is this so-called 003 host?

A targeted net is quietly woven in the dark...

Three days,

It’s not long, it’s not short.

But for the Shadow Father, it is enough.

The silent observation is, the more shocking it is.

Yingfu often feels strange when he looks at Ying Huaixue's expression, movement, and even words he says. This strangeness is a very subtle feeling.

Is this still his daughter?

When did his daughter become like this?

Why is he a father not aware of it at all?

Father Ying asked himself this,

But the answer I got is that there is no solution.

He felt a little scared in his heart, and he was looking forward to the arrival of Lord Yu in three days.

but……

What Yingfu didn't expect was that

Three days later, someone came, but the person who came... was not the person he wanted.
Chapter completed!