Yaquan's upper body leaned towards Ye Shayan, who was tied to the center of the bed, holding a bloody fruit knife in his right hand, and his glasses and face were splashed with several drops of blood.

This scene added a touch of bloodthirsty horror to Yaquan's baby face, which gave people harmless senses.

When the blood splashed onto Yaquan's glasses, his eyes under the lenses subconsciously closed and blinked.

When Yaquan opened his eyes and saw that half of his vision was dyed red, his brows furrowed slightly.

Dirty.

His glasses were stained.

This information broke into his mind, causing Yaquan to frown, and the fruit knife in his hand turned in the direction and attacked Ye Shayan again.

"Ahh

Ye Shayan screamed again, and there was a touch of despair in her frightened eyes.

Suddenly, the fifteen-centimeter fruit knife was inserted into a little position under Ye Shayan's collarbone.

Yaquan held the hand of the fruit knife handle and slowly retracted it, this time, he did not pull out the fruit knife by the way.

He took off his blood-stained glasses, and under the glasses were like calm eyes like the waves of the deep sea, and he couldn't see a little myopic mist.

Yaquan looked at Ye Shayan with a pair of clear eyes, without a trace of emotion, and said unhurriedly and lukewarmly:

"You've soiled my glasses."

Yaquan spoke so casually in both tone and tone, as if he was saying that the weather was not bad today.

But......

Jim looked at Ye Shayan's right shoulder, the large scarlet scarlet on the white sheet, and the fruit knife that went straight into her left shoulder as if it was going to pierce her left shoulder, leaving only a handle.

With such a ruthless technique, and looking at Yaquan's nonchalant and indifferent expression, Jim's fingers holding the cigar unconsciously tightened a little in strong contrast.

Exercise!

I can't see that Yaquan's little white face is so ruthless.

Yaquan inserted the knife hard, and Ye Shayan fainted gorgeously.

Her hair was unusually messy, and she was draped on the bed, her face was pale and bloodless, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, which should be cold sweat.

At this time, the saint was finally willing to raise his eyes and glance at Ye Shayan.