Chapter 179: Maybe that would be more interesting! 3
The masked man's eyes flashed with murderous intent
I didn't see how he moved. The next moment, the old grandfather was strangled by his throat and lifted up high.
Without looking at the old man in his hand, he tightened his fingers directly
With a click, the old man's neck bones were shattered, blood spilled from his lips, and his head tilted to one side weakly.
"grandfather!"
Until I saw the old man's body falling heavily and slowly falling on the ground in the courtyard.
Murong Wuming finally came to his senses, dropped the piano on his lap, and was about to rush towards his grandfather.
A hand grasped his collar tightly
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward even half a minute.
Looking sideways at the masked man's face, Murong Wuming's eyes flashed with hatred.
He turned his head sharply and bit the man's wrist forcefully.
The sharp teeth cut through the flesh, and the tip of his tongue felt fishy and sweet, but he still bit it.
This time, he tried his best
That gesture was like a little wolf that was about to starve to death biting a bone that was used to survive.
The eyebrows of the masked man frowned slightly, and he looked sideways at the young man biting him.
A smile suddenly appeared on his lips
That's the smile you get when you see a wolf of the same kind.
"Little Wolf, do you really want to kill me now?"
Murong Wuming didn't speak or made a sound
He just bit hard and let the blood flow out from the corners of his lips and drip onto his snow-white robes.
Split drop by drop, as delicate as a red plum
Raising his left hand, the masked man's palm lightly struck the boy's side of the neck.
The young man's body was shaken, and then he collapsed. Despite this, his teeth were still clenched tightly.
After probing his lips and prying his teeth open, the masked man casually pulled a piece of cloth from Murong Wuming's body and wrapped it around the wound on his wrist.
Turning his eyes back to his face, the masked man showed amusement in his eyes
"Seeing you, I suddenly want to change my plan!"
The thin lips raised slightly, and a sneer escaped from the masked man's lips.
"Or, that would be more fun!"
Lifting Murong Wushu's thin body horizontally, the masked man dodged away and quickly disappeared into the night.
In the small yard
All that's left is a broken harp and an old man who died.