Chapter 23 23.Hua Yin compared the dagger to the heart

The young man touched his wrist and grabbed him with lightning speed, and an over-the-shoulder fall threw him to the ground.

"Click."

"Click."

A few crunchs.

The sound is crisp and the force is just right.

It just made this young man who loves school violence feel the pain of Hua Yin's previous punches and kicks.

The kid probably had a long reflex arc, and it took a while for him to scream.

Hua Yin clicked on his acupoint, picked up the rag on the lectern and stuffed it into his mouth, "I cut your tongue again." ”

It's just a broken arm.

They want to escape, but they can't escape at all, their bodies are uncontrollable, and they can't move at all!

Hua Yin inadvertently caught a glimpse of the cold light of the dagger behind him from the window, but he seemed to be unaware of it at all, and slowly closed his eyes.

Just when the dagger was an inch away from him, Hua Yin violently opened his eyes.

There was a cold light in his eyes, as sharp as a falcon.

With a backhand scissor, he clamped Fei Xiang's slender and fragile wrist and pressed her against a table.

The dagger in Fei Xiang's hand also fell to the ground because his hand trembled.

Hitting the white porcelain ground, it makes a cold and hard crisp sound.

"What do you want from me, why don't you want to let me go..."

The young man bent down to pick up the dagger, reflecting the lines on the dagger in the moonlight, and his eyes were indescribably dark.

"To give you a chance to leave comfortably, what do you have to find something that is not peaceful?"

Hua Yin's gaze met Fei Xiang, who had fallen to the ground, and lifted her chin, and the dagger wandered across her face.

"Fuck off, damn faggot, disgusting!"

Fei Xiang knocked his hand off, his eyes were full of disgust, and he wiped his chin fiercely with the sleeve of his school uniform.

"I really want to sew up your mouth full of malice."

The young man bent over, his eyes dark, and the dagger slashed at Fei Xiang's cherry lips, cutting a small opening, spilling a trace of blood.

Fei Xiang screamed in pain, her legs and feet were weak, and she was suddenly afraid in her heart, "Here... There is surveillance, if you dare to me, you will be expelled from the school, notorious, and the Hua family's family property will not want to get a little..."

"Oh, is it? It's serious, it's not good, what can I do..."

The young man took the dagger away and straightened up.

The elongated eyelashes hang down in a row of fan-shaped shadows on the face.

His voice was hoarse, and his tone seemed to be thinking.

Just as Fei Xiang's heart was halfway to the ground, the young man suddenly crouched down and grabbed her right hand, making her hold the dagger.

Facing away from the camera in the northwest corner, he revealed his white dredging arm, and scratched a long mark without hesitation.

Blood from the dagger dripped to the floor.

Make an eerie and terrifying sound.

"Smack."

"Smack."

The wound on Hua Yin's arm cracked, and blood scrambled to spill out.

Hua Yin smiled darkly, his eyes were filled with primitive bloodthirsty restlessness, and the sleeping soul in his body awakened.

Looking at Fei Xiang's frightened eyes, Hua Yin asked rhetorically, "Vice President Fei, how is this?" Is it too light? ”

She continued to grasp the dagger in her hand and slashed at her arm one by one.

The blood that was brought out splashed on the young man's face, and the gentle gaze, like a terrible ghost in hell, made people tremble.

"Is that okay?"

"So, what about that?"

"Or... People in the student council like to take people's hearts, huh? ”

Hua Yin held Fei Xiang's hand and compared the dagger to his heart.

The smell of blood permeated the classroom, making it disgusting.

The red viscous liquid continued to drip on the ground along his fingertips, and Hua Yin seemed to have no feeling, and his pale lips hooked a sinister smile.

Suddenly, Hua Yin fell to the ground.

His eyes were frightened, and he kept falling backwards, and blood flowed from the wound on his arm.

At first glance, Hua Yin is a victim of this school violence.