Anno and Creddy have neither high strength, but now, Creddy is holding a weapon in his hand.
Annuo doesn't know what he is thinking now.
Perhaps it was grief that defeated fear.
In the original Verocchio Studio, all the members were so harmonious and beautiful. Annuo naively felt that this beauty could last forever, so he did not choose to leave Verocchio Studio, but rejoined as a partner.
But Annuo ran out for a year and this happened not long after he came back.
He was very confused and angry, and more so, he hoped to be shattered sadness.
He didn't know what to say to people like Credy.
Verocchio walked away, everyone walked away.
Credy was excited about his pussy, but a tear fell in Anno's eyes.
Anno picked up the wooden stick leaning against the wall and greeted Credy.
Although Credy was excited, she was still more afraid.
The two of them were so clumsy and rude.
Although the wooden stick was long, Annuo was a man who had never fought. After a few minutes of fighting, the stronger Creddy directly cut Annuo's arm and threw the wooden stick aside.
Creddy smiled in a twisted smile: "Haha, I always feel that you are omnipotent, Lawrence, do you know."
"Although we came into the studio later, we walked in front of everyone and made more money than everyone. Why, why?!" Credi roared hysterically, "You should die, you should die! You are the same as Leonardo! You should die!"
"You shouldn't be alive!" Creddy waved his dagger and rushed up frantically.
Anno is not a fool either. Although he hates Credy, he will never just stand still.
However, his carefully cared for his long hair dragged him down at this moment.
Credie grabbed Anno's hair.
"Uh." Annuo groaned and was forced to stand still.
Claydy, who seized the opportunity, said nothing nonsense and swung the dagger at Anno directly.
"Stop!" Botticelli finally arrived and shouted.
In desperation, Annuo, who was somewhat desperate, barely kicked on the ground.
The dagger fell to nothing.
Black hair was flying in the air, and Creddy and Anno were both stunned.
Anno's long hair that had been left for four years was cut off by Credy, leaving only the length of his shoulder blades.
Annuo looked at the hair falling on the ground and dancing in the air, and was speechless for a moment, a little stunned, standing there at a loss.
Credy wanted to swing the knife again, but Botticelli finally rushed over. He was extremely brave, not afraid of Credy's dagger at all, and kicked Credy in the stomach.
Maybe he was angry, Botticelli kicked Credy directly on the wall.
Credy was kicked to some of the sluts, and the two officials who accompanied him quickly controlled Credy.
"Hey, Lawrence! Be awake!" Botticelli shook Anno, who was still standing there.
Blood flowed along Annuo's left hand and a piece of land had dyed red.
In recent days, I have been running around all night, violent emotional fluctuations, and now my wounds.
Annuo finally couldn't hold on.
His eyes turned black and he fell softly to the ground.
Chapter completed!