Chapter 61 A flying kick

Author: The moon is hidden in the clouds

"Suppose the feelings?"

Qi Mo stood there lightly and tall, looking at him from a distance, his eyes were soaked in coldness, and his every move was even more noble.

The hair that was wet by the rain was unruly moved by Qi Mo's head. His voice was low and indifferent, and his dark eyes were shining with luster, smiling and smiling. The low tail sound contained a dangerous aura.

"right!"

Lu Yiming responded without knowing the so-called "response".

When Qi Mo curled his lips and looked at Lu Yiming with a meaningful look when he was stammering his neck. He was obviously not confident and wanted to win by his voice.

He twisted his hand inadvertently, and his calm demeanor was unpredictable to oppress Lu Yiming.

"What kind of relationship do you have worth my efforts to destroy?"

"Is it your blind self-confidence that drives you to say this to me?"

Qi Mo's black pupils were like ink that was so rich that it could not be melted. A faint look flashed through his eyes.

"I don't know what's up?! If Qi Mo wasn't you, Wen Qing wouldn't!"

Lu Yiming was deeply hurt by Qi Mo's words. The expression in his eyes that was angry was evil and ruthless.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Qi Mo's nose, hoping to swallow Qi Mo alive.

But his aura was inexplicably shorter, perhaps because of his height or Qi Mo's unrestrained posture.

It is obviously like an ancient well without waves, but it is filled with a colder feeling stronger than Lu Yiming, which makes people feel cold on their backs.

"It's obvious that you are not worthy of it. You are trying to keep others' wishes, but you still want people to like you forever. Why are you so big in your face?"

"A despicable person like you, with despicable thoughts, will never deserve the sincerity of others!"

Qi Mo stared at him, his eyes slashed like a blade, and he wished he could bring down the flesh and blood of Lu Yiming's body.

"Qi Mo! You're looking for death!"

Lu Yiming couldn't hear such words at all, and his anger rushed straight into his brain. At that moment, his eyes were covered with red bloodshots and ferocious expressions. He looked at Qi Mo angrily and grabbed Qi Mo's collar.

He pulled hard, and Lu Yiming pulled off one of the buttons on Qi Mo's chest, revealing the crystal-like collarbone, and the collar was also pulled loosely.

Qi Mo curled up a contemptuous curve, and the right ridicule at the corner of his lips made Lu Yiming unable to see it at all.

Bang--

He punched Qi Mo's beautiful face.

Suddenly, some blood stains oozed out of Qi Mo's lips. The bright red blood stain actually added a bit of charm to Qi Mo's face.

"Are you bewitched by your skin?"

Lu Yiming's eyes were red and his words were spoken without hesitation, and he even had the idea of ​​ruining Qi Mo's face.

Destroy it, ruin it.

If you destroy Wen Qing, you will no longer be at him. If you destroy him, you will be the only one in your eyes as before.

Scream—

The sound of the telescopic sword suddenly made people's scalp numb in the quiet night.

Lu Yiming grabbed Qi Mo's collar with one hand and pressed him hard against the wall. The approximately eight centimeter-long switchblade in his hand was flashing with a creepy coldness.

Qi Mo pursed his lips, without any panic in his eyes.

He held the knife that Lu Yiming stabbed him in both hands.

Kelu Yiming hit Qi Mo's soft abdomen with his knees when Qi Mo was unprepared.

The force made Qi Mo's stomach turbulent, and a muffled groan spread out from his lips and teeth.

Cold sweat also oozed out of his forehead.

Lu Yiming really had the idea of ​​destroying Qi Mo. He felt that there was nothing more time-consuming than destroying Qi Mo's bewitching face.

I have to say that the madman’s ideas in some aspects are somewhat similar.

Shi Li also had the idea of ​​ruining Wen Qing's face. Lu Yiming was the same today. It may be that Shi Li inspired Lu Yiming, which is unknown.

Lu Yiming's scarlet and persevering eyes flashed with excitement, and he seemed to have endless strength all over his body, watching the switchblade getting closer to Qi Mo's face.

More and more.

Scream—

The sound of the knife slashing the flesh makes people feel deep.

Tick, tick.

The blood suddenly flowed down, and the dazzling bright red color even more aroused Lu Yiming's bloodthirsty thoughts.

The switchblade attacked Qi Mo in a tricky posture-

【Ding! Plot activation!】

[Lu Yiming was stimulated by Qi Mo's words and criticized him wildly. He pressed Qi Mo against the wall with force]

[The switchblade I had always carried with me in my hand, and I had the idea of ​​ruining Qi Mo once and for all!]

【You choose this for this- 】

【A: If it is destroyed, it will be ruined. Then wait until it is over before cleaning up the mess!】

[B: This kind of thing is too dangerous, I still won’t participate. Trying 120 is my last gentleness!]

【C: Don’t wait to save people, just run away now, stop Lu Yiming’s atrocities, even if he may be stabbed!】

【CCC! The system gives me Qi Mo’s location!】

Wen Qing quickly got up, grabbed the coat on the bed and put it on her body. Fortunately, she was looking for a change of clothes before she had time to change them.

[Okay host, the positioning has been enabled for you here~]

Wen Qing rushed out of the door, but the door was just covered in vain.

Wen Qing ran very fast. When she came to the end of the corridor, she saw that Qi Mo was pressed against the wall by Lu Yiming. The switchblade that was gradually approaching Qi Mo was still covered with bright red blood stains.

Wen Qing's heart was missed.

Running directly and quickly towards Lu Yiming, jumping!

Kick Lu Yiming from the side!

He kicked Lu Yiming to the ground without any warning.

Bang--

Lu Yiming fell to the ground dullly, holding the blood-stained switchblade in his hand.

Wen Qing hurried up and stepped on Lu Yiming's hand holding the switchblade with ruthless foot.

With the other hand, he bent down and snatched the switchblade from Lu Yiming's hand.

clang—

He threw it hard about three or four meters behind him, but his feet still did not loosen and stepped on Lu Yiming's wrist.

He twisted it hard, as if he was still not satisfied.

This man actually wanted to destroy Qi Mo!

Don't let go of anger!

Wen Qing's apricot eyes were covered with frost. She bent down and approached Lu Yiming. The smile on the corners of her lips was subtle and perverse, "Lu Yiming, you really dare~"

With a slow sentence, her eyes flashed across Lu Yiming little by little. If it weren't for Wen Qing's hands now, Lu Yiming would have really believed that Wen Qing would be thinking about where to start the surgery in the next second, and she would be even more painful.

He avoided Wen Qing's gaze and covered up the unwillingness in his eyes.

The lips were pursed tightly and turned into a straight line. The dark thoughts in my heart did not completely dissipate due to Wen Qing's sudden interruption, and there was even a slight trend.

Because Wen Qing cares.

Wen Qing cares about Qi Mo, and Lu Yiming can't see that Wen Qing is angry, very angry.
Chapter completed!