Killing Intent!

Suzaku wants to kill himself?

No, absolutely not. The bracelet is still in his hand, and if Suzaku wants to kill himself, he doesn't have to be so troublesome at all.

The little female thief dressed in red and holding a scimitar walked towards Xiao Ming step by step with blood on her face.

Xiao Ming opened the door and stood sideways, silent.

The little thief stepped into the room, and under the flickering candlelight, a little face full of blood looked extremely hideous, and the red clothes looked more like they had just been salvaged from the blood water, becoming more and more red, and the scimitar in her hand was dripping with blood.

The thick smell of blood came to his face, covering up the already faint powder in the room.

The bright red little face was facing Xiao Ming squarely, and the corners of his mouth hooked a grim smile.

The wind howled, bringing with it a few screams out of nowhere, which were inaudible. A lightning silver snake streaked by, and it was already raining outside the door.

Despite her murderous aura, the little thief didn't seem to intend to hack herself to death with a single sword, and after giving herself an inexplicable and oozing smile, she walked to the table and plunged the blood-dripping scimitar into the table.

Xiao Ming leaned against the door, quietly looking at the little female thief with a bloody face, so that in case her guess went wrong, the little female thief was furious, so she grabbed the door and struggled for a while.

The blood-dripping scimitar was inserted into the tabletop, dyeing the wooden table red, and the little thief sat at the table, not seeming to be in a hurry to speak, looking at the table that had been soaked with blood and was stunned.

The wind outside the house became more and more violent, slamming on the door, and the door seemed to be pushed open by someone roughly, hitting Xiao Ming at the door, and bounced back. Xiao Ming wiped off the nosebleed and moved to the side.

A drop of blood swept across a small face that was still immature, and fell to the ground, with a "snap", making a soft sound of breaking, insignificant in the whistling wind, but it woke up the little female thief.

The little female thief raised her blood-red eyes and glanced at Xiao Ming coldly, "Qinglong's dog!" Damn it! Some hoarse voices were full of murderous aura, and there was no doubt that the next moment, the owner of the voice would draw out the scimitar and stab it into the body of the unlucky man in front of him.

Xiao Ming didn't dare to say wild words to stimulate the little thief who looked like she was on the verge of collapse, and she didn't dare to shake her sleeves, silence was golden, so she had to show a puzzled expression without any creativity, "Princess, what happened?" Qinglong's spies have entered the city? ”

The little thief sneered, put her hand on the scimitar, Xiao Ming took a step back, stepped on the threshold, and prepared to run.

Unexpectedly, the little thief seemed to remember something, removed her bright red hand from the scimitar, her eyes were overshadowed, and she muttered to herself, "It's all dead, it's good to be dead, it's going to die sooner or later anyway......"

Another thunderclap sounded, and the rain poured out, smashing on the ground and roof like the drumbeat of the two armies in front of the formation.

The little thief suddenly unguarded, revealing a look that matched her age, curled up in a ball, buried her head in her legs, and a pair of small hands covering her ears seemed to be too hard and trembling a little.

Just looking at this appearance, it is no different from the little girl who is generally afraid of lightning and thunder, but the body in front of her is still dripping with blood.

Xiao Ming looked at the little female thief who seemed to have collapsed, and hid the light in her eyes.

The person who should have come is here, but he came a little late, and it seems that there was a little accident.

Suzaku has that person in charge, of course, there is no accident, so everything should be the layout of Suzaku's one.

It's just that this bureau seems to be a little cruel...... The cruelty made the person in front of him unacceptable.

Before this huddled into a ball, he said two sentences, the first sentence was Qinglong's lackey, damn it. The second sentence is that they are all dead, whether they are dead or not, they will die sooner or later anyway.

Coupled with the screams from time to time in the wind, it is not difficult to speculate that Suzaku took over the game of Qinglong and began to prepare to start a bloody feast with Qinglong, and tonight's bloodshed is only an insignificant beginning.

As for why the little thief is like this?

Probably this one who took the killer for the green dragon.

Of course, what you can see through at a glance, it is impossible for the person in front of you not to see through it, but it is just probable, and I don't want to believe it.

After Xiao Ming's heart deliberated repeatedly, he gently walked towards the little female thief who was curled up in a ball, and sat opposite the little female thief as if no one was around.

When the little thief saw Xiao Ming coming, she was a little panicked, and her little hand hurriedly stretched out towards the scimitar on the table.

Xiao Ming seemed to suddenly have the courage to face life and death, and without looking at the little female thief, he took out a silver bracelet from his arms and played with it in his hand.

The little thief saw the silver bracelet, like a deflated ball, and her hands slipped weakly from the scimitar.

Xiao Ming saw the appearance of the little female thief, his heart was settled, he put the bracelet on the table, raised his head and asked, "Many people died?" ”

The little thief sat at the table in a daze, looking at the bracelet on the table, silent.

Xiao Ming seemed to suddenly feel that it was an extremely interesting thing to stimulate the person in front of him who was on the verge of collapse, and continued to speak, "What is the relationship between those dead people and you?" Is it your friend? Or your loved ones? ”

The little thief seemed to be in a trance, sitting on the chair with her legs crossed, her eyes glazed, and she looked depressed.

Xiao Ming still refused to let go of the princess in front of him, who was rarely down-and-out last time, and his expression of interest was replaced by indignation, and he said hatefully, "Qinglong's lackey, really damn it!" ”

The princess of Vermilion Bird City finally came back to her senses, and glanced coldly at Xiao Ming, whose face was full of indignation, and her hoarse voice was full of suppressed anger and madness, "Everyone, damn it!" Everyone, they all have to die! ”

Xiao Ming saw that the person in front of him had regained his senses, shrugged his shoulders, seemed to be a little regretful, stopped talking, and stood his hand on the table by himself, turning in circles.

The sound of the wind outside the door completely tore his face, and he went from a whimpering child to a roaring demon in the blink of an eye. Raindrops hit the windows and thumped.

Inside the house, the cold flashed, and the little female thief, who had regained her composure at some point, pulled out the scimitar on the table with a "brush" and laid it across Xiao Ming's neck.

The blood on the scimitar had all slid down, revealing a snow-white blade, clean, as if it had never been, and would never be, stained with blood.

Xiao Ming sneered and put his slightly trembling little hand behind his back, and praised it gently, "Good knife." ”

The drums outside the house became more and more dense and noisy, like two armies colliding, and they were in the middle of a meeting.

The little thief put away her knife and turned around, facing the pouring rain, holding her knife, and staggered away.

At the door, the blood stains left by the little female thief were washed away by the pouring rain in the blink of an eye, and the little female thief finally muttered, "All deserve to die!" They all have to die! "It was also drowned in fierce winds.

A blood-soaked ball of cloth was left on the table, wrapped in a map.

Xiao Ming threw the map into his backpack, and patiently threw the bloodstained table and chair cloth ball outside the door.

Xiao Ming believes that the pouring rain will wash away all the dirt and blood.

When the sun rises, all things or people that have been stained with blood in the dark night can smile in the bright sunshine.