"Good evening, Li Chuanning." Song Zhengyang, who was holding the knife, grinned, and his face was still covered with blood that had been splashed.

The light in the bedroom was not turned on, and the lightning fell, which brightened Song Zhengyang's face, which looked particularly gloomy and terrifying.

In front of Li Chuanning, he raised the knife and was about to fall directly on Yang Haoyu's body.

Li Chuanning strode up, his eyes were red, and he waved a baseball bat.

"Bang-" didn't hit anyone, Song Zhengyang dodged, and the baseball bat hit the door, shaking him numbly.

"You support Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will save you!" For the first time, he hated that he didn't learn some self-defense kung fu from his sister Nuan, and he couldn't beat Song Zhengyang at all.

Instead, he was slashed twice by Song Zhengyang.

The baseball bat in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Heh~ Do you know why you are dying?" Song Zhengyang squatted down with a knife, the blade was against the face of Li Chuanning, who was lying on the ground, and he smiled a little strangely.

"Why do you have her mercy and let her pull you out of the abyss?"

"Why?"

Song Zhengyang was a little crazy, and the knife was directly raised and stabbed.

It was indeed the sound of inserting into the flesh, but Li Chuanning didn't feel the pain, but felt a weight on his body, and he met the eyes of the person on his body in disbelief.

"Ning, Brother Ning......" Yang Haoyu reddened, smiled at him, and reached out to press on his face.

"I like you......"

He liked this guy.

I can't tell when it started, in the past, he was ridiculous for a long time, and Brother Ning who followed him did evil, whether it was before his Brother Ning committed suicide, he needed to do bad things, or he Brother Ning had to study hard later......

He always did it obediently.

He didn't dare to say anything, he didn't dare to say anything.

In his Brother Ning's eyes, he didn't have the same thoughts as him.

He hid everything in his heart, thinking that it would be a long, long time, who knows......

It's coming to an end today, and he has to say it before he can give him an explanation for the past ten years.

They met in elementary school and are still ......

It's been more than ten years......

Li Chuanning...... I'm sorry, but I didn't dare to say this like in the end.

Tears from the boy's eyes fell on his lips and slid into his mouth.

With bloody saltiness.

Li Chuanning's eyes were cracked, and he trembled to help his face.

But before he could run into it, the boy who blocked the knife for him was pulled by Song Zhengyang's hair and thrown on the ground like a dead dog.

"Tut-tut...... It's disgusting enough. Song Zhengyang sneered coldly, he squatted down and looked at Li Chuanning.

Fierce hatred, hatred that can't wait to break bones and suck blood, and the bottom of his eyes is scarlet.

"I like this look." Song Zhengyang chuckled, raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at Li Chuanning for a moment, and snapped his fingers.

"I know how to play~"

Song Zhengyang raised his hand to get Li Chuanning up, tied him to a chair, and winked at him.

"Don't worry, your little boyfriend isn't dead yet, there's still a breath left."

"But don't be afraid, when I play, it won't be necessary." He laughed wildly, and the smile on his face was very scary in this dark night of lightning and thunder.

"What the hell are you going to do! Don't touch him! Li Chuanning gritted his teeth, his lips trembling.

Song Zhengyang stopped, stood in front of him, tilted his head, and pretended to be profound: "What I'm going to do, you'll know soon." ”

He threw the man lying on the ground with only one breath on the couch, and the knife cut through his clothes.