Song Ahe suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already completely cold inside.

I can't see any human emotions, it's more like an emotionless machine.

Lu Mu raised his eyebrows, and there was a little more interest in his eyes, "Sure enough, it's you-"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly a shadow covered the sky and shrouded him in it.

It was eerie and cold, and a poisonous gaze fell on his face.

The scalp couldn't help but tighten.

"Go find medicine to help me with medicine, I can't leave a scar on my face, if I do, I'll slaughter you and feed the dogs." Song Ah He was stunned word by word, and his eyes seemed to swallow him.

Lu Mu muttered in his heart, a little suspicious of his eyes and ears.

If his memory was not wrong, it should be that the person in front of him hated his face the most.

I hate myself so much that I have scratched the flowers several times.

But any injured face will never rub medicine.

If it weren't for the loyal ones under his command, they would come to him crying and crying every time to ask for ointment to grow muscle and remove scars.

I'm afraid that this face is now full of traces, and I can't see it at all.

But at this time, he actually used such a cold immortal and an obviously threatening tone to ask him for ointment, and he couldn't leave a scar.

If it wasn't his ears that he heard it wrong, it probably his eyes saw it wrong.

I didn't see Lu Mu make any moves for a long time.

Song Ahe's eyes became even more gloomy for a while.

stared at him deadly, and his tone seemed to come from the Nine Hells.

The biting cold, as if hidden deep in the bone marrow, is ready to completely devour people at any time.

"Do you want me to screw your head off and feed it to the dogs right now?" His face was cold.

Inch by inch, the temperature of Lu Mu's whole body was pulled down.

Lu Mu sneered, not daring to provoke this neurotic who could go crazy at any time.

Quickly knocked over a lot of medicine bottles.

Facing Song Ahe's increasingly cold gaze, he finally found two small bottles.

One bottle is iodophor to disinfect his wounds, and the other bottle is the so-called family secret recipe, muscle scar removal cream.

Carefully smear Song Ahe.

Looking at Song Ahe, who was touching his chin in front of him, he felt that his glasses could be dropped.

"I really doubt if you know that Song Bai-"

Except for ruthlessness and paranoia, there is no resemblance.

The eyes were full of satisfaction and pleasure.

"Is it because of what the man said?"

Looking back, he seemed to have heard, "You're good-looking." ”

This is the only one that can explain Song Ah and this abnormal behavior.

Song Ahe didn't answer, but suddenly raised his eyes to look at Lu Mu.

With an expressionless face, he asked, "Am I good-looking?" ”

Lu Mu was dumbfounded, unable to react for a while.

Suddenly, that cold breath came again.

His eyes were dark, and his neck felt like a poisonous snake was entangled.

It's cold.

It's still gradually tightening.

He gasped uncontrollably, almost draining all the air stored in his lungs.

The feeling of suffocation made his mind swell, foggy, and unable to function at all.

Stumbling, he shouted, "Song Bai, you fucking madman!" ”

Song Ahe looked at him awe-inspiringly, his face was cold, and he couldn't see his expression at all.

Lu Mu felt that he was about to confess here, so he said a word in a daze.

In an instant, the neck was freed, and the whole person was paralyzed to the ground, greedily breathing in the fresh air.

The mind slowly regained its function.

He seemed to remember that the last thing he said was, "You're good-looking—"

In an instant, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't care about the pain in his throat

"Damn, you almost killed Lao Tzu because of this! Song Bai, what medicine did you take wrong? ”

Song Ah and looked at him coldly, and asked rhetorically, "Am I not good-looking?" ”

The corners of Lu Mu's mouth twitched, but he still nodded, to be honest, Song Bai is really good-looking, although his facial features have been slightly adjusted now.

But even so, it's still good-looking.

Compared with the original aggressive beauty, this soft cuteness is obviously more gripping.

The man before seemed to call him a little bun.

Is it really...... Please!

"Little bun ......" he raised his eyebrows and made a big death again.

Song Ahe's face changed instantly, and he directly pulled out the cover of the pen and stabbed it into Lu Mu's lower abdomen slowly.

"Don't take it as an example."

He whispered these three words in Lu Mu's ear, and then walked away.

Lu Mu described the pain of covering his waist and abdomen, blood gurgling out, very strange and vivid.

"Damn, really—" He narrowed his eyes, and the curvature of his mouth became more and more intoxicating.

The tip of the tongue gently poked out of the mouth and licked it on the lip flap.

The tip of the tongue is bright.

Eyes excited.

"Such a perfect work, even at the cost of death, is also worth it-"

He obsessively stroked a polished "stone" on his desk.

A little regret in his eyes is also a little calculation.

Shine brightly.

It was a polished skull, the source of all human ingenuity, and the ultimate pursuit of his perfect art.

Thousands of people have been searched.

No one has ever been like Xu Xia, who makes him feel tempted at a glance.

Covering his chest, his heart beating violently in his chest.

He counted unconsciously.

"Now, one hundred and fifty-four, the previous fastest record was one hundred and thirty-one......"

Then, even if there is Song Bai, he can't give up!

Dedication to art.

That's the mission of an artist, isn't it?

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Training ground.

Xu Xia didn't arrive early, and a large number of people had already started training on their own.

Weight-bearing laps, 400-meter hurdles.

Among them is Shen Cang's, who has always been the one far ahead.

But there is no trace of the past recklessness in the back, but a vent of unpleasant emotions.

Xu Xia saw that his eyes moved, and he inexplicably recalled the look in the cafeteria before Shen Cang turned around.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, calming her mind, and no thought could be seen in her misty eyes.

"Xu Daxia!" Suddenly, there was a shout.

Xu Xia turned his eyes to look.

A student ran at her panting.

It doesn't look familiar, and it shouldn't be a freshman.

When he saw her, he immediately waved his hand and stopped.

Xu Xia walked over and asked, "Is there something the senior is looking for me?" ”

The senior was panting so badly that he should have sprinted to find her, and he couldn't speak for a while, just shook his head.

Xu Xia also waited patiently for him to recover.

I only heard him say intermittently: "Classmate Xu, it's Li Bingcheng who wants to find you, and I'm a messenger ......."

Xu Xia looked stunned, Instructor Li was looking for her?

For what?

Suddenly remembering what happened in the cafeteria before, she frowned and replied, "Okay, I know, let's go." ”

(To be continued)