I looked at his knife "You want to use a knife?"

My voice was full of mockery, with all sorts of contempt in it.

I used to think I was still a human being, but after enjoying the torture, I tried to return to my old life again, and I found that it was not realistic.

Killing and fighting are the main themes of my life, so that the strength continues to improve, and finally stand at the peak of this world, you see if there are gods and Buddhas in this world, that is what I want.

And these?

Looking at these thugs standing in front of me, they are like ants, trampled to death in front of me.

It's something I'm good at.

"Boy, is that the way you talk to me?"

The routine of normal people fighting, first shouting, then pushing, then shouting, then shouting, and finally either a group of people is angry, or a group fight.

Apparently this guy is also in the range of normal people, but I'm not.

I wanted to show the ultimate harmony, so as to achieve a state of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and appreciate their helplessness under violence.

It seemed that my plan had succeeded, and I him off.

"Is your knife for chopping vegetables?" I pressed my hand to the knife, my tone becoming more disdainful.

"Are you looking for death?"

The man's eyes widened, and my men drew their knives, took a half step back, and pointed the tip of their knives at me.

He didn't dare, cowardly like a mouse.

"You're going to cut me?" and I, on the other hand, perfectly illustrate the state of a cat that is teasing mice.

His eyes seemed to burst out of their sockets, blood vessels spread on his eyeballs, the muscles on his hands flared up, and anger was constantly accumulating.

His knife trembled in anger, but he still didn't lift it.

He slapped me in the face.

It's really annoying, if he had the ability of mine in the future, he shouldn't be so timid, or he is now in a certain unit, as a public servant who obeys commands.

I squeezed her palm, a slight strain under his angry gaze.

"Let it go, you let it go for me. The sudden pain caught the man off guard.

"Why are you letting go? Let go of Brother Zhang. ”

The younger brothers behind him also kept shouting, and the sticks in their hands were flying, as if I were standing in front of them.

However, the reality is that I am not standing in front of them, they are still two or three meters away from me, and it seems that they are just bluffing and do not intend to come forward.

They are also timid, afraid of being caught by the police, but I am not afraid.

The strength of my hands gradually increased, the crisp sound of clicking echoed through the carriage, and the sound of bones breaking was very clear.

A miserable howl rang out, his head was covered with sweat, his cheeks were red, and his teeth were clenched.

The knife in my hand had been raised and was about to stab me in the stomach.

I didn't dodge, if this guy didn't do anything to me, I wouldn't use this knife. I can also be violent, but then I lose my sense of beauty, the sense of justice.

His knife plunged into my abdomen, blood pouring out in an instant, and my hand was already on his neck.

Without giving him a chance to speak again, the crisp voice sounded again, and his trachea was directly crushed by me, and my hand was inserted into his chest.

He was convulsing, his hands clutching around his neck, breathing heavily, swallowing constantly.

However, these are in vain.

I snatched the knife from his hand, found its place, and plunged it into his chest.

Blood gushed out in an instant, my snow-white shirt was already bright red, his blood was still gushing, and the strong smell of blood permeated the carriage.

My hand slipped through the gap between his ribs and pinched a warm, wet lump that was still throbbing.

I pulled out the fresh heart, with the great arteries and all sorts of miscellaneous blood vessels.

Panic erupted in an instant.

The thugs kept backing away, and they looked at me like they were looking at the devil.

The fear in their eyes makes me happy, and I like to be feared.

I pinched his bright red heart, with blood vessels, and dragged his 1.8 meter body.

The organs in his body were brought out, and his heart, lungs, and miscellaneous things fell to the ground.

His lungs were stench, yellow-black, and my appetite plummeted.

I dropped his heart in disgust, smiled and walked towards the group of thugs in front of me.

The tour guide named Sister Hua had fainted to the ground, and my knife had stabbed her in the chest, and blood gushed out again, and this time I saw a greasy heart, as disgusting as the man's heart.

The thugs had exited the carriage, and they were still backing up.

"Demons. ”

"The devil. ”

"It's a monster, quick, run. ”

The screams of horror came and went, and the onlookers from afar, driven by their emotions, were also screaming and scurrying around.

I fell in love with a young man with yellow hair, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, a young gangster.

I stared at his back and rushed towards him.

He kept screaming in terror, he kept looking back, he kept yelling.

"No, don't kill me. ”

"I'm still young, don't kill me, I'm still young. ”

"I don't want to die. ”

He didn't stop, and I followed him closely, sword in hand.

Young souls appeared, young hearts appeared, and the taste was still not good.

Or the taste of the supernatural is better, their hearts have power, and only by devouring them and eating them will my strength increase.

These ordinary people? It's boring.

I threw the knife on the ground, and I looked at the people who retreated in terror, they were trembling, and their eyes were full of fear as they looked at me.

I stepped into the carriage and opened a few windows, hoping that the wind and rain would take away the smell of blood.

However, the effect is lacking.

"Call the police, call the police. ”

I don't know who shouted, but Wang's keen ears heard a lot of similar people.

"Hey the demon spirits?"

"Hey, is it a policeman?"

"Someone kills. ”

"Help, help, there is*. ”

"The man had a knife, and he had already killed a man. ”

These sounds rang around the place, probably in such a remote area that it took a full half an hour for the sirens to sound from afar.

The sound of brakes came and went.

"Where is **?"

"The man was in the car, in the car. Someone pointed at the bus and screamed loudly.

The policeman's gaze was also cast in my direction, and I calmly looked at them and looked at them.

They also looked at me and walked towards me.

My hand went into my arms.

"Put your head in your hands and come out. The fat policeman yelled at me.

The sound of bullets being loaded, one after another.