There is a kind of person who is naturally disgusting to the core, and even his voice is disgusting when it comes to his ears.

Mu Huai'an is one of them.

The boy raised his leg and walked in the opposite direction, without taking his eyes off the halfest.

The boy leaned half of his shoulders against the wall, looked at the figure in front of him and smiled warmly: "I haven't seen you for so long, what if Xu Ye doesn't want to see the scar left by his own hands?" ”

The tone seems to be the most elegant gentleman, the collar of the school uniform is also regular, except for the scar at the eyebrow bone, the boy is gentle and gentle all over his body.

The lips were curled, and seeing that the young man had no intention of stopping, Mu Huai'an touched the scar on his eyebrow bone, and his extremely beautiful voice slowly overflowed the syllables: "After all, it put you in prison." ”

Ruyu's fingers caressed the scar from the beginning to the end of the eye.

The action paused, and his voice suddenly rose: "Others call you Xu Ye, and you really take yourself as a corner, no wonder you were so proud back then...."

"Mu, Huai, An."

A figure passed by extremely quickly, Mu Huai'an's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't even dodge for half a minute.

His neck was strangled so hard that the back of his head was almost pinched into the wall.

finally provoked the other party to make a move, and Mu Huai'an even had a smile in his eyes. Because of the lack of breath, his voice was slightly hoarse, and there was a bit of cruelty mixed with gentleness and peace.

"Ning Zhixu, what kind of thing are you?"

The bruises on the face are beginning to appear, and the scars that extend to the tails of the eyes are a little hideous and terrifying: "How dirty your hands are, don't you know yourself?" ”

Mu Huai'an is undoubtedly crazy.

He constantly touched Ning Zhixu's bottom line and played with him with his life.

The young man's dark eyes were completely warm, the bottom of his eyes gradually became bloody, and the thoughts that flashed through his mind countless times broke through the cage again.

He really wanted to kill Mu Huai'an.

Even if he sits in prison for the rest of his life, he wants to kill him.

In the next moment, the boy did not hesitate to reach for the folding dagger in his trouser pocket.

And with his action, he fell to the ground with the sunglasses exposed in the pocket of his school uniform jacket.

The blade that had been cut was glowing with silver, and it was full of coercion against Mu Huai'an's neck.

It only takes an inch to cut through the skin and see blood.

Seeing the dagger, Mu Huai'an's delicate and beautiful face spread to the bone.

This man has been in prison, and he dares to carry a knife with him.

Half a year ago, it was the same knife, which almost ruined one of his eyes.

Mu Huai'an's face turned blue, and his lips began to white, but the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared: "Ning Zhixu, you will kill me." ”

"Kill you?" The young man smiled, and the moment he raised his hand, the dagger glowing with silver light slashed across the other party's side face, and stabbed firmly on the wall behind him.

You can imagine how much force he used.

The blade of the dagger snapped and cracked with the force of the impact, leaving only a fragment nailed into the wall.

The back of his hand was dripping with blood, and the young man's lips hooked a mocking meaning: "Do you think you are worthy?" ”

That casual and casual tone seemed to be mocking Mu Huai'an's failure.

That's right.

In front of him, Mu Huai'an, who was named the son of heaven, was a complete failure.

Mu Huai'an clenched his fists with both hands, still punishing his heart: "Whether you are worthy or not, there are still people who pay attention to it." And you, Ning Zhixu, what else do you have now? ”

The boy let go in disgust, the blood on the back of his hand flowing down his fingertips, as if he didn't feel pain, and his brow was not wrinkled.

"If I want to fight, you'd better pray that you have something left."

That attitude is tantamount to crushing people to dust.

Mu Huai'an's eyes swelled with crazy hatred and coldness.

The boy calmly bent down to pick up the inferior sunglasses that had fallen to the ground and put them back in his pocket, even disdainfully looking at them.