There was a stabbing pain in the back, and Ye Que turned back with some difficulty, and the afterglow was visible, a scalpel was plunged straight into the middle of the back, and it was inserted deeply, leaving only a small section exposed outside the body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hehehehe, I didn't expect it, the game isn't over yet." A yin smile, a familiar voice, and a familiar figure all appeared.

Twisting his head, Ye Que could clearly see that the old man was not far from him, leaning his back and looking at him with a gloomy face.

Taking advantage of the daze towards Xiang Lan and the girl, the old man picked up the scalpel and plunged it into Ye Quan's body, in that environment, in that situation, it was completely impossible for Ye Que to be on guard.

Ye Que gently put the two people in his arms back to the ground, half-squatted, and reached out to grab the knife on his back.

The knife is inserted in the back of the heart, maybe it has been inserted into the heart, maybe it hasn't. Grabbing the hilt of the knife, moving it out little by little, the speed is very slow, the night is very uncomfortable, maybe faster, and you will pass out without warning.

The knives were all pulled out, dripping with the red blood.

He didn't look back, but threw it hard, and the scalpel flashed a cold light in the air, and it was stuck straight in front of the old man's feet, and it was inserted so deep that it almost sank into the floor.

The sudden movement startled the old man, especially the cold light that flashed in front of his feet, which made the old man take a few steps back, and almost sat on the ground at once, the faint beads of sweat on his forehead showed the change in his heart, and the annoying smile was also extremely stiff at the moment.

Ye Que was not interested in dealing with the old man at all, his eyes were attracted by Xiang Lan and the girl, maybe for him, the most important thing now was them.

There is no trace of life at all, there is an inexplicable throbbing in Ye Que's heart, he wants to cry, he wants to laugh, he wants to vent wantonly, but he just squats down silently, looking at the two of them very carefully, the quiet two people are deep in the most lively image in Ye Qian's mind, so many times the figures gather and scatter in front of him, and every word can echo in his ears sentence by sentence, as if something has been hidden in his heart, he wants to wave, but he can't get rid of it.

Ye was stupid, watched quietly, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the hair scattered on the faces of the two of them behind his ears.

Rare gentleness, once, for the first time and for the last.

The ground is cold, Xiang Lan and the girl's clothes are a little wet, they can't be allowed to lie here, it's not good here, it's not good here, they should go to a familiar and comfortable place.

Let's go, I'll be with you...

Wanting to reach out and hug the two of them, the strong wind appeared behind Ye Qian, and a heavy blow hit Ye Quan's back directly, and the powerful force almost penetrated Ye Quan's body, and cracks continued to appear in the ribs on his chest and back.

A mouthful of blood spit out far away and didn't look back, Ye Que never looked back, he supported his body hard and didn't move a step, and his hands gently stretched out to the ground Xiang Lan and the girl, from the beginning, all the purpose of Ye Que seemed to be just them.

"Hee-hee-hee." Such a voice is particularly familiar, it is the old man, who lacks even the interest to look back.

A strong and powerful hand directly pinched Ye Quan's head and dragged him up from the ground stiffly, but Ye Quan's hand was still stretched out to the two of them.

The big hand dragged Ye Que and mentioned it in front of the master, the scene was extremely discordant, like dragging a rag doll.

It's the old man, who calls himself the so-called Xue Lao, but his appearance has changed too much, and he doesn't dare to compliment.

The originally thin limbs had expanded many times without anyone noticing, the muscles were layered on top of each other, the muscles and veins bulged out like the roots of an old tree, and the fists were clenched lightly almost the size of Ye Que's head, that kind of thick, such developed muscles, you can understand what kind of powerful power it has at a glance.

But the head and torso have not changed at all, and it looks awkward to accompany the strong limbs, as if they are forced to be put on.

Lifting the night gap in front of him, the old man smiled gloomily, his thin torso like a bamboo pole and his limbs as thick as a leg, and the long-lost sense of disobedience could immediately come to his heart, "Didn't I say that the game is not over yet?" ”

There was a strong smell of potion on his body, squinting his eyes, staring coldly at Ye Quan, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't wait for Ye Quan's answer.

A tyrannical aura spread from the old man: "Don't think that I dare not do anything to you. After speaking, he threw the night gap out fiercely.

Like a cannonball, Ye Que smashed the wall in the distance, and the strong force smashed a huge hole in the thick wall, and the next room connected to it was a cold warehouse, which was densely packed with familiar freezers that were used to store internal organs.

A pile of overturned boxes, scattered on the ground, and occasionally a few were broken open, revealing well-stored internal organs inside.

"Get up, don't play dead, your physical fitness has been completely analyzed, and such a blow shouldn't even be a warm-up." The cold tone came again, and it seemed to make the temperature of the entire room drop.

A figure faintly appeared at the breach of the wall, a little haggard, holding on to the root of the wall that was about to break, staring at the monster of the old man without saying a word, and did not even care about crushing a complete heart under his feet.

"Well, do you volunteer to be my research material, or do you want to taste the bitterness more?" The old man's voice stirred in the dust of the room, faintly, obscured by the dust, and only a vague figure could be seen.

There was silence, there was not a sound, there was no answer, the dust slowly faded, and both of them could see each other.

Ye Que slowly raised his steps and walked towards the old man, there, there were also Xiang Lan and the girl.

Suddenly, the old man put the hands behind him in front of him, holding Xiang Lan in one hand and the girl in the other, and simply grabbed his head and dragged it.

"Maybe pain can make you change your mind." As he spoke, he stretched out the arm that was holding Xiang Lan forward, so that Ye Que could clearly see that Xiang Lan's beautiful face was being grasped by the ugly palm, and his body was hanging in the air, swinging rhythmlessly.

Ye Que stopped, and looked at the old man, cold, as if looking at a dead thing.

"Tell me about your decision, I don't want to waste time."

For a long time, Ye Que still didn't answer, just stood in place and watched coldly, and the clenched fists could clearly hear the clicking of bones.

"I don't like the look in your eyes." Before the words fell, and before Ye Que could react, Xiang Lan's head shattered in the ugly palm, and his body fell straight to the ground, and the flesh foam was sprinkled on the ground with bone fragments and thick blood plasma.

The eyes are red, the bloodshot eyes are completely congested, and they are red, even if you look at the outside world, you can't see any color except for blood.

His fists were clenched tighter, his legs slightly bent, ready to rush forward at any moment, but he didn't take a step.

Under the anger of Ye Que and the pride of the old man, Ye Que clearly saw that the thick arm was stretched out to him again, and the girl was clenched in his hand.

was still holding his head, his body hanging in the air and constantly swinging, and his hair brushed over his immature face.

Ye Que couldn't help but take a sharp breath, although his eyes were red, but the girl's smaller figure and cute face, Ye Que was very familiar, and not long after, the girl was still lying around herself, selling cuteness.

"It's painful, isn't it?" The cold whisper sounded again, "I won't cherish the opportunity given to you, you're just like those idiots." I'm better than you, but I don't like this form, I thought I would save a lot of trouble, but now, I don't care if you're dead or alive, you're always going to be my research material. At the end of the words, the girl was lifted above her head, her hands were clenched tightly, and with a tearing sound, as if tearing a rag, the girl was torn in half by the old man.

The irregular halves were torn from the chest, and they were thrown together in front of the night shortage.

The internal organs and the blood were sprinkled intermittently all the way in a linear shape, and the two halves of flesh and pink bodies were spread out on the ground, all in a large shape, and the eyes were gently closed, but it was a quiet face.

When the two halves of the body were displayed in front of Ye Qian, even after experiencing a more cruel and bloody scene, it was still a little difficult for Ye Que to accept everything now.

Looking at that face, the face that was originally cute and circled around him, is now lifeless. Glancing at Xiang Lan's headless body again, at that moment, countless memory fragments kept flashing in front of his eyes like a movie, scene after scene, and even the voice echoed in his ears, as if he was talking to Ye Que in person, so clear, so clear, word by word, as painful as beating on his heart.

The face was still numb, but there were two lines of tears quietly slipping by, and the blood stains that slipped across the face fell to the ground, and they were indeed bright red blood tears.

I thought I was cold enough, I thought I was a stone, and I still had so much unbearability in my heart.

The blood-red eyes are no longer in focus, and the distracted Mu Ne is more suitable for the face of the night shortage, calm, peaceful, but so insensitive.

The head was lowered and he looked at everything around him, and when his eyes were focused on the old man, all the negative emotions of anger, tyranny, and impulsiveness suddenly exploded, destroying the little reason that night lacked like a tide.

There was no angry scream, no screaming, just clenched his fists, kicked his legs, and rushed out without hesitation.

There was still no expression on his face, but the blood and tears that slipped through fell again, splashing on the ground and blooming beautiful flowers.

The old man waved his thick arm, and the powerful force easily fanned the night short, or the wall, or the hole, the night gap smashed into it like a cannonball as always, and a cold mist wrapped in dust quickly blocked the hole in the wall.

"I can't bear it with a little blow, it's really a waste." The old man shook his aching arm and snorted disdainfully。。。。。。。