Mo Chen's nails just scratched Jiang Xin's face with a long scar that was enough to make her heart ache.

The bright red scars appeared on Jiang Xin's fair face, which looked so abrupt and terrifying.

"We're not your slaves....... I don't know where you got your confidence, but I want to tell you, we're all human beings, we all have our own minds, you're not qualified to say that about us......."

"You are presumptuous!"

Jiang Xin turned around, standing on the chaise longue, she was obviously taller than Mo Chen, she looked down at Mo Chen, admiring the look of fear that slowly appeared on his face.

"Smack. ”

After a crisp slap, Mo Chen turned his head, and the corner of his mouth was a bloody mark.

"I don't want to hear this kind of thing anymore, and I won't give you a chance to say it again, so don't say it to me in the future. But you scratched my face today, and it can't be as simple as that......."

Jiang Xin frowned, and gently covered his injured left face with one hand, "You choose for yourself, what kind of punishment do you want." ”

"You can punish you however you want, but you can't, you can't say anything like we're your slaves, I'll give you this sentence, you are not qualified to ......."

"Smack. ”

Another crisp slap in the face.

This time, Mochen was directly hit to the ground by Jiang Xin.

He was already thinner than ordinary boys, and he had just been slapped by Jiang Xin, and this time, Jiang Xin, who was embarrassed and angry, used full strength to beat Mochen.

Mochen lay on the ground, did not move, and did not speak.

"Do you think you've lived enough? I'm kind to you, do you think I don't dare to do anything to you? Mochen, I can kill you, killing you is as simple as pinching an ant to death, it's just that I still want to keep your cheap life.......

"Then you'll kill me. You're welcome. ”

Mo Chen, who was lying on the ground, looked straight at the ground and said terrible words in his mouth.

The corners of his mouth were covered with blood, his face was slightly swollen, and he could hear a thick nasal voice when he spoke. He was even fanned out by Jiang Xin just now.

His life was not worth much. What's more, it was already his luck to be able to live until now, and he never thought that he would be able to live for a longer time.

In this world, there is nothing worthy of his nostalgia, whether it is his parents who threw him away when he was born, or the group of beggars he met later, and now Jiang Xin.

In his life, these people gave him enough despair and enough fear.

He died in that temple a long time ago, with his brothers and sisters, along with the abbot, and died there. Now he is just a walking corpse.

He once thought that if he left that temple, he would become a hero and learn the most powerful martial arts in the world. But then he realized that this was just his delusion, this world was not what he imagined at all, this was a world of the jungle, he was just the most inconspicuous little shrimp in this vast world.

The promises he had made with the abbot, the dreams he had said, were really just a dream when I think about it now.

Those short-lived so-called hopes are just a vague dream that will never have a future.

When he saw Jiang Xin for the first time, when she took his hand and told him that she would take him out of that dirty place with him and teach him the most powerful martial arts in the world, he thought that he had been redeemed.

Yes, that turned out to be just a lie.

The stupidest and dumbest lie used to deceive a fool like him.

"Kill you? You're so open-minded...... But you made me so angry and scratched my face, how could I let you die so easily......."

There was a huge force around his neck, and Mo Chen felt that his upper body was lifted.

"Do you think you can get through by pretending to be dead there?"

Jiang Xin picked up Mo Chen's whole person by the collar, and Mo Chen, who had no backhand, just watched himself being picked up by Jiang Xin, he looked at the long, bright red scar on Jiang Xin's delicate face,

Oh, at least she left Jiang Xin with a wound before she died, and on her delicate face, she left an unforgettable wound.

The more beautiful people are, the more they are afraid that someone will destroy their beauty.

And Jiang Xin is the kind of person who is extremely afraid.

She is very confident in her beauty, or rather, she cares about her beauty, and even a little conceited.

She didn't want her beauty ruined.

Mo Chen felt this from the beginning.

When she came to save him in the ruined temple, even if she killed the beggars, she always kept an eye on it, not letting anything dirty get close to her face.

It took her only a quarter of an hour to kill the beggars, but it took her three times as long to look at her face in the bronze mirror.

I'm afraid that the killing just now will affect her beauty.

Jiang Xin is a bloodthirsty lord.

It's not the bloodthirsty one who likes to kill, but the one who likes to drink blood.

This terrible habit was discovered by Mo Chen after spending a few days in this courtyard.

"I never felt like I could get past anything...... I'm just, pity you..... you poor ......."

"What did you say?"

Jiang Xin's hand tightened tighter, and the anger in his eyes was obvious.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I said, you're a poor creature, you're really pitiful...... Self-righteous, you think you're great, but in the eyes of others, you're just a wretched creat......"

"Smack. ”

Jiang Xin slapped Mo Chen's face again, and this time, Mo Chen's eyes were slapped with golden light, and he was dizzy.

He could barely speak anymore.

"Poor worm, what are you to call me a poor worm....... you are just a little beggar! You just look a little like him! What are you proud of! Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"...... then you kill ......"

Mo Chen twitched the corners of his mouth and said such words with the last trace of strength.

"You ......."

Jiang Xin frowned and bit her lip desperately, how much she wanted to kill the boy in front of her whose mouth was so strong that it made her angry to death.

How many times did her hand touch the sharp knife.

But she couldn't.

She couldn't.

That's what makes her most angry.

She couldn't even kill him.

"Hurry up...... Kill me, and I'll be free......."

Mochen even laughed, and the corners of his mouth turned up to make him look even better, even more demonic.

He slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes quivering with his fluttering.

He was waiting for death.

Waiting for Jiang Xin's knife to pierce into his body.

Wait for yourself and go underground to reunite with the abbot.

He's really not afraid of death.