There is wisdom here. Whoever is wise may count the number of beasts, for this is the number of men. Its number is six hundred and sixty-six.

—Revelation

Qin Moxiong and Ning Bufan confronted each other quietly like this. They all knew in their hearts that when Qin Moxiong's punch fell, they would no longer be able to face the future.

If I die for you, will I be your hero. The mottled bloodstains made Ning Bufan's smiling face stiff, like a clown with makeup.

"Forget it. Qin Moxiong let go of his clenched fist. Qin Tianzhu once told him to use his fists to protect himself. But today, what are your fists fighting for?

Looking at Ning Bufan, who was still smiling on the ground, he suddenly wanted to laugh with him.

This Ning Bufan is really strong.

Maybe he's the partner I've been looking for.

Qin Moxiong slowly approached Ning Bufan, and the two looked at each other for a moment and laughed together.

Qin Moxiong squatted down and lightly punched Ning Bufan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "What are you laughing at, dog?"

Ning Bufan's face was covered with blood, his smile was undiminished, and he raised his fist with difficulty and pounded it on Qin Moxiong's body, struggling to say, "Laugh at you, dog......"

Qin Moxiong punched lightly again: "You're only a dog." ”

"Just your dog......" Ning Bufan was about to give him a punch in return, when suddenly a smile appeared on his face, but the hand raised in mid-air couldn't be waved anymore.

Qin Moxiong's smiling face froze, and the blood under his neck surged wildly, and his throat was actually slashed.

It hurts......

Are you going to die?

I can finally take a good look at the manga......

The hand holding the knife was as black as shit, and after slashing through Qin Moxiong's neck, he quickly stuffed the knife into Ning Bufan's hand held in the air.

Then came the scream of the male duck's voice: "Ning Bufan beat Qin Moxiong to death!"

Before Ning Bufan could react, Chen Yanzhai had already pretended to be frightened and ran out of the classroom, shouting "Ning Bufan beat Qin Moxiong to death" as he ran.

The people surrounding the door of the classroom only saw Qin Moxiong punching Ning Bufan in the garbage heap in the corner, Chen Yanzhai seemed to be going to help, and the two of them just blocked the skinny Ning Bufan completely, and they didn't know what was going on inside.

It wasn't until Chen Yan's unpleasant and harsh sound came out that everyone found that Qin Moxiong had fallen to the ground and convulsed, while Ning Bufan was holding his light green utility knife in his hand.

"Boom!" the crowd was like dung. Screaming, shouting, shoving. For the first time, a boy or girl of seventeen or eighteen years old saw death close at hand, and some people's pants were already wet.

It's messed up, it's all messed up, the whole school is messed up. In the peaceful small place of Danchuan, there has been no homicide for many years.

The outside world exploded, Ning Bufan leaned alone in the corner, no one dared to approach, but it became a pure land here.

Even if a person who has really gone to hell witnesses death for the first time, he can't bear it in his heart.

There was no rush to deny it, nor did it cry out to explain. Because at the moment, he really has no strength.

This utility knife was the one he inserted in Qin Moxiong's nose the day before yesterday, when did it return to his hand......

Ning Bufan, who was overly frightened and overly weak, his brain was blank at the moment, and even he himself was wondering, was Qin Moxiong killed by Chen Yanzhai or me?

I don't know if it was the teacher or the student who called, the police and the ambulance arrived together.

The medical staff hurriedly rescued him, but Qin Moxiong's body had long been silent.

The police only came, he blocked the classroom with words, and then looked at Ning Bufan, who was dying on the ground, sighed, and hugged him. After being handcuffed, he was about to be sent to the ambulance with Qin Moxiong, when he suddenly saw three shiny black cars coming from a distance at the school gate, two BMW 5 Series cars in front and behind, and one of them was a Paramela.

All three cars have license plate numbers ending with 666.

666, is the sign of the devil.

There is a demon in Danchuan, and its name is Tianzhu. Dare to stab the sky on the top, and dare to stab the sun and the earth on the bottom.

He is the king of Danchuan, a real demon king. There is no homicide in Danchuan, which does not mean that there is good law and order here, but because Qin Tianzhu killed people, no one dared to file a case at all.

The policeman who holds Ning Bufan has been working here for more than 20 years, and most of the time he spends most of his time fighting landlords with his colleagues in the police station. Later, when the era of mobile phone intelligence came, it was changed to a mobile phone landlord.

The landlord who has been fighting for more than 20 years can't fight the three words Qin Tianzhu. When he saw the three 6 license plates, his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Glancing down at the child in his arms, he was looking at himself suspiciously.

He saw the old cop's fear, even if he didn't understand why.

The policeman put Ning Bufan down in a trembling manner, and then slowly retreated until the three cars were completely out of sight.

"This kid ...... Poor thing. The old policeman sighed, he didn't feel ashamed, because he knew that in this city, anyone who knew the Demon King Qin Tianzhu would have this kind of reaction.

The driver of the Paramela in the middle came out, trotted around to the other side of the car, and then bent down to open the door, very respectfully.

Even after being his driver for ten years, he did not dare to slack off on this man in the slightest.

The first thing that comes to mind is a pair of long legs in trousers, and handmade Oxford leather shoes are shiny and reflective. Then a slender figure stood up, dressed in a delicate and reasonable black suit, a complete and serious vest shirt, neat hair and black-rimmed glasses by CUTLER & GROSS, polite and talented.

Compared with the terrifying demon king Qin Tianzhu, he is more like a simple British gentleman and aristocrat.

If it weren't for the bloody rain visible to the naked eye, his appearance would definitely fascinate many girls.

Five people got out of the other two cars, ran to the ambulance and talked to the medical staff a few times, and then dragged Ning Bufan to Qin Tianzhu.

Ning Bufan's feet were pulled, his clothes rubbed against the ground all the way, and soon the meat on his back was in close contact with the cement floor, and the skin and flesh bloomed in an instant, this pain actually made him sober up a lot and began to struggle.

A man wearing sunglasses and a suit walked up to Qin Tianzhu and said a little nervously, "The young master is dead." ”

Qin Tianzhu didn't see joy or anger, as if he hadn't heard it, he just looked at Ning Bufan quietly.

"Alas......" A sigh sounded from Ning Bufan's ears for no reason.

Who is it?

Suddenly, Ning Bufan's eyes became nervous, panicked, and a little confused.

He tried to struggle and scream, but he couldn't open his mouth.

The body twisted on the ground, as if it had suffered unbearable pain.

Qin Tianzhu looked at Ning Bufan's ugly state, and finally spoke: "Ah Xiong will die at the hands of someone like you?"