The terrorist jumped out of bed behind Nie Chuan, grabbed Nie Chuan's shoulders with both hands from behind, and threw him on the solid floor.

This time Nie Chuan was stumped, his elbow hit the floor, and Nie Chuan grinned in pain.

"Boy, your life is worth a lot!"

The terrorist did not let go of Nie Chuan, who fell, but kicked Nie Chuan in the back.

He grabbed Nie Chuan by the back of the neck and slammed him towards the desk.

One, two!

Nie Chuan was stunned, he knew that he couldn't sit still, so he immediately pushed his elbow back and hit the terrorist's temple again, the terrorist threw him back to the ground, Nie Chuan rolled twice on the ground, and stood up with his hand on his body.

The terrorist shook his head, then flew up and kicked at Nie Chuan, who quickly leaned over to avoid it, and the powerful kick slammed into the tempered glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

There was a dull sound, but the glass didn't move, and Nie Chuan took advantage of the situation to run behind the terrorist and casually picked up a pen from the desk.

The main switch of the lamps in the house is one at the door and the other at the head of the bed, and the two sides are five meters apart.

Nie Chuan was closest to the door at this time, he looked at the terrorists who turned around, and rushed to the door in three steps and two steps.

Behind him, a pair of giant hands slowly approached, Nie Chuan looked back at the location of the terrorist for the last time, and at the last moment, Nie Chuan turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness again.

"Ahh

Nie Chuan took out the cap of the pen and stabbed hard in one direction by relying on his memory!

This stabbed the terrorist in the thigh, and Nie Chuan rolled backwards and left here.

As soon as Nie Chuan crept to the head of the bed, the lights in the room were turned on by the terrorists.

The man pulled out the pen on his lap and rushed towards Nie Chuan.

Nie Chuan hurriedly turned off the switch on the head of the bed, flipped from the bed to the other side of the bed, and the room was suddenly dark.

The terrorist slammed into the air and quickly turned on the light switch.

In the light, Nie Chuan picked up the ink shadow!

The sharp tip of the knife is particularly eye-catching under the reflection of light and shadow.

"Little brother, if you put down the knife now, I'll consider sparing your life. The terrorist understood that Nie Chuan was not good at stubble, and after stabbing the pen into the thigh, he knew that the teenager he had encountered was not easy to deal with.

"Humph!" Nie Chuan doesn't have oil and salt at all.

Now the terrorist was wounded in the thigh, moving too slowly, and he wouldn't have survived tonight if he hadn't bandaged it in time.

"You say you're a teenager, what kind of knife are you going to use?" the terrorist squeezed out his smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Hehehe, junior high school students have all used knives to cut people, why can't I, a nineteen-year-old adult?" Nie Chuan walked from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and an evil smile appeared on his face.

"There is no law here, so can I release the demon in my heart?"

"Hahaha!"

Nie Chuan said something that the terrorist didn't understand, and then walked towards him.

The terrorist watched Nie Chuan get closer and closer, and in terms of momentum alone, he lost to Nie Chuan.

The blood-stained pen in his hand came out of his hand and headed towards Nie Chuan's head.

Nie Chuan raised his knife to hit the incoming fountain pen, and with a vertical body, he stabbed the tip of the knife into the muscle of his left arm, and in an instant, blood flew away.

"Ahh The screams of the terrorists were incessant, and he began to despair as he was wounded one after another.

When Nie Chuan pulled out the blade, the terrorist suddenly threw the quilt on the bed at Nie Chuan.

Lifting the uninjured arm, he punched Nie Chuan in the abdomen, knocking him back three steps.

In a panic, Nie Chuan threw away the ink shadow in his hand so as not to hurt himself by mistake, and he tore the quilt and dragged it off.

As soon as he removed the quilt, the figure of the terrorist appeared in front of his eyes.

The terrorist hugged Nie Chuan's waist and slammed Nie Chuan into the floor-to-ceiling window glass with a charge!

On the tempered glass, the slightest crack bloomed, but even so, the glass did not break.

Nie Chuan elbowed him in the back and slammed his knee into the terrorist's nose.

For a while, the blood flowed like a pour, and it was extremely miserable.

The terrorist finally let Nie Chuan go.

Nie Chuan hurriedly left the window, leaving the terrorist with a bloody face.

Nie Chuan looked at the cracked tempered glass, and an idea suddenly came to mind.

He pulled out a water-based fire extinguisher from the corner, and the heavy feel made the corners of his mouth hook.

At this point, the terrorist stood up, his face covered in blood and he looked like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell.

"Hey!" Nie Chuan beckoned to him from three meters away.

The terrorist was immediately a little puzzled, but then saw the fire extinguisher in Nie Chuan's hand.

"Fack!"

The terrorist shouted!

"Medium!"

Nie Chuan threw out the fire extinguisher in his hand with all his might.

The terrorist hurriedly covered his head with his arms.

Bang!

The fire extinguisher slammed into the upper right corner of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Dense cracks once again swept across the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Hahaha, boy, I still have to practice again!"

The terrorist didn't feel the pain and burst into laughter.

"Really?" Nie Chuan's goal had always been that floor-to-ceiling glass.

Hitting tempered glass from a corner will easily shatter them, which is also the weak point of tempered glass.

The dense sound of shattering reached the terrorist's ears, and he turned his head to look at the glass behind him, the horror in his eyes magnified infinitely.

At the moment when he turned his head, Nie Chuan's full force kick had already kicked him in the abdomen!

"Goodbye!"

The terrorist's body instantly pierced through the cracked tempered glass, and the moment the glass shattered, everything seemed to be slowed down.

Broken glass shards splash in the snowy night and merge with the snowflakes!

The terrorist's body fell from the light into the darkness, and the dull sound of landing sounded.

Nie Chuan's heart also followed the glass, and a crack appeared.

The thirteenth floor fell, and even if the downstairs was knee-thick with snow, he would not survive.

Nie Chuan stood by the window, and the cold wind blew into the house, causing the temperature in the house to plummet by more than ten degrees.

He picked up the ink shadow and placed her on the desk, while he sat down at the desk, lit a cheap cigarette, and digested the results of the battle.

After all, it was a killing.

Nie Chuan smiled self-deprecatingly, could it be that this is really the case in his own heart? Where there is no legal constraint, will human beings really release the dark side of their hearts? Maybe yes.

Just like a law that cannot be sentenced until a minor is imposed, such a law was originally intended to protect minors, but in the end, it became a butcher's knife in the hands of minors.

Without restraint and without law, this place is like a primitive society, a place where Ru Mao drinks blood! It is hysteria! It is a paradise of blood and killing.