Chapter 25 Memories 2
Looking at the youth who was only slightly older than himself, he casually raised his hand and a gleaming flying dart drew a beautiful arc, instantly cutting off a man's weak throat.
"You killed him, didn't you? You've always liked me, haven't you? If you like me, then kill him for me. As long as you kill him, I'll be yours."
The woman's gaze had almost lost its focus, she just stared blankly at the man as he spoke, her hand still tugging on his sleeve, almost becoming a subconscious habit.
Perhaps it was just numb and unconscious, the woman seemed to have not noticed at all, never refused her man, and yet there were faint marks.
She still clutched him as if clutching a straw of salvation, refusing to let go even in death.
"Are you Yan Fei?" The slightly taller man walked straight up to the man, gave him a disgusted look, and as if remembering something, a smile of iron and blood burst out on his face: "I am Yan Lie!"
"The man's eyes widened in incredulity, with a mix of astonishment and unbelief, as well as surprise."
However, the young man who was almost still a boy did not give him any expression, and simply retreated behind the slightly shorter man.
That charming young man just smiled, smiling from head to toe.
"Ah......" A shrill cry suddenly rang out, the voice carrying a heart-wrenching flavor, as if the entire space had trembled slightly.
"My dear mother, are you happy with what you see?" That enchanting young man was surrounded by a dazzling aura.
"No, I'm your mother! You can't do this!" The woman struggled, bright red blood gushing out of her wound nonstop.
A black leather glove on the boy's hand was like the scythe of the god of death, where a piece of freshly cut, pinkish-colored and steaming tender meat was placed.
Looking at the woman who was almost collapsing, another silver light accompanied by a scream passed by, and the bright red flesh and blood were stuck on the woman's pale face from various parts of her body.
The young man smiled, his bright eyes like water, his white teeth like ivory, just like a wandering son who had been away from home for a long time and finally returned under the eager expectation of his mother.
He calmly and happily said: "I told you I would cut the flesh off your body piece by piece, now I'm back!"
"Ah, devil, you devil..." The woman let out a sharp cry, and finally fell into a coma amidst the blood-red destruction.
"Hah, Yanlie, you said my dear mother didn't see me being too excited? But she should know, I won't let her die." The young man curled up the corner of his lips, looking at the cold and hard man beside him, a deep whirlpool emerging in his pitch-black eyes.
Not killing each other is probably just to let people enjoy the feeling of being worse off than dead!
The tall man from head to toe did not make a move, of course, he understood in his heart, and coldly opened his mouth: "You asked for it!"
"Hmph..." The young man elegantly tossed aside his blood-stained gloves and slowly walked up to the youth who was bound to the ground.
Her slender fingers gently lifted his chin, her thin lips slightly upturned, accompanied by a charming and cool voice.
"Have you looked long enough? What do you think, little friend?"
"...Bang, bang, the young man was not someone who had experienced the baptism and irrigation of a bloody world after all. Looking at this bloody scene, he couldn't help but tremble all over, but he still pretended to be calm and didn't say a word."
"The child..." The gun in Yan Lie's hand slowly rose up.
Even if he was stupid and pretending to be silly, at this moment it's hard to remain calm. The young man on the ground began to struggle, he didn't want to die like this.
The young man simply turned his back on him, and with a slight lift of his hand, a bewitching smile bloomed lightly like a poppy.
"He is mine!"
A silver light flashed in the boy's hand, and the rope that had bound him for so long broke accordingly.
No one knew that in just an instant, their lives would be so lightly entwined with each other.
Shao Qi's head was throbbing, the fragments in his mind were like being swept away by a tornado, tearing and churning, leaving him almost powerless, he had to make a great effort to prop himself up on the chair behind him.
"I'll give you one chance, let you go..." The person in front of him seemed to think he had forgotten, but a more mature voice than before softly rang out.
"You..." A pause, and Shao Qi weakly sat back in his chair.
"I've told you before, don't let me find out, and especially don't appear in front of me, or else..."
Those painful and unbearable memories finally emerged one by one from the depths of his buried mind, tearing him apart with blood flowing everywhere.
Who is so impatient?
Who is it and what's with all the fuss and anticipation?
The young man who gained freedom in an instant did not care whether his hands and feet were numb or whether he could still leave here alive.
He stumbled to the front of the woman who had already fainted, as if he had used up all his strength, and his small palm kept shaking the woman's shoulder.
"Where is my mom? Wake up, wake up for me..."
Perhaps it was shaken for too long, and the woman had no reaction. The young man anxiously started pinching the woman's neck.
He gave a stern look at the young man beside him, and for once, his cold and emotionless face showed a hint of expression.
The boy's eyes slowly turned a deep, mysterious blue, and his shining pupils were eerily terrifying...
"Cough... you... cough" The woman who had been unconscious struggled to breathe, slowly opening her eyes to look at the furious-faced young man.
A delicate face with a slightly twisted smile: "Hehe, it's no big deal to tell you this little bastard either. That cheap person was worth treating that way anyway..."
"When he heard this, the young man suddenly widened his eyes, and his childish-looking fist heavily smashed onto the woman's ferocious smile."
"Hmph..." Not caring about the boy's fist at all, the woman ninja let out a painful laugh, as if it came from her heart.
He felt his heart beating at a frantic frequency, as if there was a flame slowly burning inside him, the scorching flame opening up every single pore on his body.
Blood rushed to his forehead, and the young man was like a wound-up mechanical beast, dashing rapidly towards the location of the girl's voice.
No one in the same house as me would let me leave, nor does anyone care if I can arrive smoothly in my current state.
He just ran out like that, almost instinctively running, with a firm conviction in his mind, yet it was a complete blank.
The charming young man looked at the woman on the ground and slightly moved the corner of his mouth towards the severe figure behind him, then walked out alone.
That year, the weak young man, dragging his injured body, stumbled out of this place, only to find that it was a villa on top of a deep mountain. Leaving here was as difficult as ascending to heaven for himself who had no means of transportation at all.
Not to mention having to go and rescue his own mother.
At that moment, the thoughts in his mind changed like a movie, with countless fragments of thought flying around, dazzling him and making his whole body numb.
