She stared quietly, waiting for the three grown men to finish their lust and leave when they were satisfied.
Twenty minutes passed, and the three energetic men were still going on, but the boy probably gave up and did not cry or moan at all.
Su Wanqing got tired of looking at it, stood up, and wanted to walk into the alley to find another way out.
However, at the moment she stood up, one of the men took out something that was placed in the boy's mouth, and she saw a pair of eyes that she would never forget.
His dark red eyes were extremely cold and stubborn.
With just one glance, Su Wanqing was shocked.
How could a human's eyes appear dark red, like a legendary vampire?
What made her even more confused was that the boy had dirty white liquid on his face and mouth, but there was no look of pleading or pain in his dark red eyes.
How could a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old have such eyes?
Su Wanqing thought of how she had transformed from a gentle and timid girl into a woman who could kill without batting an eye in just one month.
When she was killing people, did her eyes look like his?
Thinking like this, by some strange coincidence, Su Wanqing couldn't control her steps. She held the streamer tightly in her hand and walked away thinking about the boy.
It is said that men in love are the most vulnerable and defenseless. Su Wanqing quickly stepped forward, covered a man's mouth, and cut his throat with a slash of the dagger. The man opposite had no time to scream.
When that happened, he stabbed the knife into his heart hard, causing blood to spurt out.
This time, she gained experience and did not let the dirty blood contaminate herself again.
There was only one man left. He didn't even have time to put on his pants. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his legs shaking.
Su Wanqing walked towards him. In the end, the timid man was so frightened that he peed on the floor, and the air was suddenly filled with a stinking smell.
She frowned and couldn't help covering her nose.
At this moment, the boy with blood splattered all over his body and dirty white liquid on his face suddenly stood up, his dark red eyes staring feverishly at the streamer in Su Wanqing's hand.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward, knocked Su Wanqing's body away, snatched the dagger from her hand, and then thrust and thrust wildly at the man on the ground who was scared to death.
The man let out a shrill scream that resounded throughout the dark alley. The boy's face was covered in blood, his eyes were getting redder, and the corners of his lips were raising a happy smile.
"Is it comfortable? Is it comfortable? I use this frequency to insert | Do you feel comfortable? Ah!"
Su Wanqing stabilized her body, leaned against the wall, and watched this scene coldly, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.
"Okay, he's dead." She stopped him, "Give me the streamer."
The boy finally stopped. His dark red pupils were strangely dilated. He stood up. The ragged strips of cloth could not cover his body at all, and blood-colored white liquid was flowing out from behind.
He stood up, walked to Su Wanqing, and returned the knife to her.
Su Wanqing sighed, took off her extended trench coat, put it on the boy, turned around and walked towards the dark alley.
The cold wind of the autumn night blew so hard on her body that her teeth could not help but tremble. She did not stop and kept walking forward.
She knew that the child had been following her, but she never looked back.