Chapter Ninety-Three: Blood and Tears

"I'm not crazy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Cang Mo's eyes widened and he objected to 101's words. But this time he didn't yell or push 101 away, and there was always a feeling in the dark that Cang Mo seemed to have begun to accept the offer that he was a madman.

"Huh." 101 laughed, but it sounded more like a sneer, and he stepped backwards to distance himself from the desert, and then the sneer turned into a harmless smile. "Cang Mo, the guests are here, don't you invite us to sit and drink tea?"

"Are you guests?" Cang Mo raised his eyebrows, obviously mocking 101's words. "Are the criminal gangs visiting the police's house?"

"Sounds pretty good." 101 shrugged his shoulders, and as soon as he finished speaking, Cang Mo realized that Cang Mulin had already made it to the sofa, crossing Erlang's legs and drinking milk.

"This is not your home, don't mess with other people's things, and don't eat other people's things casually." Cang Mo pointed at Cang Mulin and said to him that this is not your home, in fact, he just wants to find some fluctuations in his eyes.

But it was very faceless, Cang Mo didn't see any fluctuations in Cang Mulin's eyes, on the contrary, Cang Mulin also said very confidently: "This is my home, I'm in my house, I can do whatever I want." ”

After Cang Mo heard this, he couldn't even care about sarcasm, and directly exploded in the small universe, and immediately rushed up to fight Cang Mulin.

"Hey! Desert! Aldrich had already raised his pistol, and when he was about to say the word stop, Cang Mo had already pounced in front of Cang Mulin.

Cang Mo had already lifted Cang Mulin's sleeve, and his fist had already been raised.

Aldrich was also shocked, he didn't expect that Cang Mo didn't have any fear of guns. However, Aldrich was not prepared to shoot at Cang Mo, because the person who Cang Mo raised his fist to hit now was not Cang Mulin who was useful to them, let alone punching, it would not hurt to kill if necessary.

"You little!" Cang Mo shouted angrily, gritted his teeth, his fists were already clenched, and Cang Mo had smashed down.

"Bang!"

The voice was loud and fierce, and Cangmo's mother hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed out, shouting: "Cangmo! Other! 101 also walked up to Aldrich and beckoned him to put down his gun.

Cang Mulin's expression remained unchanged, and slowly even revealed a smile.

Blood seeped out of the flesh, staining the whole hand with blood, and it looked painful.

Cang Mo stood up straight, his brows furrowed, the coffee table on the side was broken, and the glass slag was pierced into Cang Mo's flesh and skin.

It hurts, this right hand hurts.

Still can't do it, Cang Mo muttered to himself in his heart.

Still can't do it, 101 secretly thinks in his heart, full of joy.

Still can't do it, Cang Mo's mother patted her chest, glad that Cang Mo didn't hit the punch after all, but she didn't care that the blood on Cang Mo's right hand was dripping on the floor drop by drop.

Still can't do it, Aldrich put away his gun, thinking that Cang Mulin was spared this circle today.

Still can't do it, Cang Mulin was secretly proud in his heart, he knew that Cang Mo would not attack him.

Cang Mo's hands were dripping blood, and his heart was also dripping blood, and blood-red tears seemed to flow from his eyes.

He slowly scanned all the people in the room, all of them had different expressions, although some of them were completely emotional, and some of them were trying to hide their true thoughts, but now all their thoughts were under the eyes of the desert.

What does this mean, even if you don't care, you don't even taunt?

So, I'm the least valuable person.

I am, the least of the care... People who are concerned, ah.