In the midst of the uncontrollable commotion, a mercenary disguised as a male reporter takes the stage and holds Twilight hostage with lightning speed.

The sharp Swiss Army Knife in his hand rested on Yun Dusk's white neck, and a few drops of blood oozed from a blood mark, because her skin was as white as snow, and the red was particularly thrilling.

As a result, the originally frantic and enthusiastic audience members stopped crying in an instant, and all the screams and shouts were swallowed into their stomachs, for fear that the gangsters holding Yundui hostage would accidentally make their hands shake because their movements were too loud, and then completely cut Yundui's neck.

Only the reporters are still carrying cameras to take pictures, and the gangster who controlled Yundui is a man with a masked face, but this does not prevent them from taking pictures as evidence, not to mention that photos can also be used to write headlines.

The school leaders in the front row almost stopped breathing, and they didn't expect that there were gangsters among the reporters coming in. And his movements are so neat and his means are so superb that no one can see how everything happened, only that once he came to his senses, Yun Dui's life was in his hands.

This development is simply ups and downs, even if they were very angry at Yundui for changing her lines without permission, but now seeing that she could lose her life if she is not careful, the accumulated anger has disappeared in an instant.

The faces of the school leaders turned from green to white, and they were extremely frightened and pale.

If there is a student death incident in Nanhua High School, the reputation of the school will definitely smash into their hands, compared to this, it is a trivial matter to take the blame and resign.

Ling Junxuan, who was closest to the gangster, didn't dare to act rashly, he thought that he was a rare genius since the ancient martial arts inheritance, but compared to the ruthlessness of that man soaked in the sea of blood from the corpse mountain, he was just a 17-year-old boy who had not been deeply involved in the world.

From just now to now, it feels like falling from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye, and one second it was floating in the clouds because of Yun Dusk's confession, and the next second it jumped into the abyss.

Ling Junxuan only felt that he was breaking out in a cold sweat from head to toe, and the cold of hell swirled and snaked up from his toes, and the cold that soaked through the tail vertebrae spread to all his limbs, and he was cold all over his body.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like for Yun Dui to die in front of him, they hadn't taken the college entrance examination yet, their real life hadn't started yet, and the road ahead was still long......

On top of that, they're not even together yet.

Ling Junxuan's hands trembled uncontrollably, but he stood in place, not daring to move a step at all, because he knew that his ability was not enough to fight against the man who held Yun Du hostage, so he couldn't startle the snake.

Ling's father once told him: "All human suffering is essentially anger at one's own incompetence. ”

At this moment, he finally understood what real pain was.

This feeling of powerlessness was the first experience in his life, and he completely understood the feeling of the male mermaid at this moment when she saw the witch fall in front of her, but this was not a stage play, there was no rehearsal, and the whole process was broadcast live.

Cloudwilight only has one life, and she won't be resurrected.

The gangster's hand holding the knife was very steady, and his eyes were very calm, and he did not relax at all and despise him as a teenager, like a dead end.

Ling Junxuan fixed his mind and carefully studied the gangster's gaze, but he couldn't see his purpose at all.

The gangster could have controlled the position of the Swiss Army knife a few millimeters in front of Twilight's neck, but he didn't care about letting her see blood, indicating that he didn't particularly value hostages, and he could tear up the ticket at any time.

There is no solution to this situation.

Unless the gangster opens his mouth to say what he wants.

But what is his appeal?

Normally, this is either impossible or particularly difficult to do.

So just take this breath.