As a beautiful person, he became popular in the variety show and flirted with the villain

"Destroy the relationship?"

Qi Mo stood there tall and straight, looking over from a distance, his eyes were cold and full of chill, and his gestures were a bit dignified.

The hair that was wet by the rain was pushed back unruly by Qi Mo, his voice was deep and indifferent, his dark eyes were shining, his smile was not a smile, and his deep voice contained a dangerous atmosphere.

"Correct!"

Lu Yiming responded without knowing what to say.

Hearing this, Qi Mo pursed his lips and looked at Lu Yiming, who had a stalked neck, obviously lacking confidence, and wanted to win by his voice.

He twirled his hands inadvertently, oppressing Lu Yiming with a calm demeanor,
"Is there any relationship between you that is worth my effort to destroy?"

"Is it your blind self-confidence? What drove you to tell me these things?"

Qi Mo's pitch-black pupils were like ink that was so thick that it couldn't be melted, and a faint look flashed across his eyes.

"I don't know the so-called?! If Qi Mo wasn't for you! Wen Qing wouldn't either!"

Lu Yiming was deeply hurt by Qi Mo's words, the look in his eyes under the rage was evil and stern.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Qi Mo's nose, wishing to swallow Qi Mo alive with that gesture.

But his aura was inexplicably shorter, maybe because of his height, maybe because of Qi Mo's willful posture.

It seems that there is no wave in the ancient well, but there is a chill stronger than Lu Yiming's, which makes people feel chills down their backs.

"It's obvious that you are not worthy. You violate other people's wishes, but you still want people to like you forever. Why is your face so big?"

"A despicable person like you, with despicable thoughts, will never be worthy of other people's sincerity!"

Qi Mo stared at him, his eyes scratched like a knife blade, wishing to bring down the flesh and blood on Lu Yiming's body.

"Qi Mo! You are courting death!"

Lu Yiming couldn't hear such words at all, and his anger went straight to his brain, his eyes were bloodshot at that moment, with a ferocious expression, he glared at Qi Mo angrily, and grabbed Qi Mo's collar.

Pulling vigorously, Lu Yiming tore off one of the buttons on Qi Mo's chest, revealing the crystal clear collarbone, and the collar was pulled loose.

Qi Mo raised a contemptuous arc, and the sarcasm at the corners of his lips was just right, which made Lu Yiming look down on him at all.

boom--

He punched Qi Mo's handsome and handsome face.

Immediately, a little blood oozes from the corner of Qi Mo's lips, and that bright red blood stain actually makes Qi Mo's face a bit coquettish.

"Are you bewitched by your skin?"

Lu Yiming's eyes were red with blood, and he didn't choose what to say, but he also had a thought in his heart to ruin Qi Mo's face.

It's ruined, it's ruined.

If Wen Qing is destroyed, she will no longer look at him, and if she is destroyed, he will only see you as before.

呲——

The sound of the switchblade retracting suddenly made one's scalp tingle in the quiet night.

Lu Yiming grabbed Qi Mo by the collar with one hand, and pressed him against the wall forcefully, the eight-centimeter switchblade in his hand gleamed horribly coldly.

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

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

But when Qi Mo was unprepared, Lu Yiming hit Qi Mo's soft abdomen hard with his knee.

That force made Qi Mo's stomach churn, and a muffled groan came out from between his lips and teeth.

There was also cold sweat on his forehead.

Lu Yiming really wanted to destroy Qi Mo, he felt that there was nothing more effective once and for all than destroying Qi Mo's bewitching face.

It has to be said that the lunatics have somewhat similar ideas in some respects.

Shi Li also had the idea of ​​ruining Wen Qing's face, and Lu Yiming did the same today, or maybe Shi Li inspired Lu Yiming, which is unknown.

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

more and more.
呲——

The sound of the knife cutting through the flesh made my heart sink.

Tick, tick.
Blood dripped down immediately, and the glaring bright red aroused Lu Yiming's bloodthirsty thoughts even more.

Switchblade attacked Qi Mo with a tricky posture——
【Ding!The plot is activated! 】

[Lu Yiming was stimulated by Qi Mo's words, he went mad and criticized him, he pressed Qi Mo against the wall with all his strength]

【Take out the switchblade that I always carry with me, and I want to destroy Qi Mo once and for all! 】

【You choose—】

[A: If it's ruined, it's ruined, so let's clean up the mess after it's over! 】

[B: This kind of thing is too dangerous, I still don't want to participate in it, and calling 120 is my last tenderness! 】

[C: Don't wait to save people, just run and stop Lu Yiming's atrocities, even if you may be stabbed! 】

[CCC! The system gave me the location of Qi Mo! 】

Wen Qing got up quickly, grabbed the coat on the bed and put it on her body, thanks to the fact that she had just been looking for a change of clothes and hadn't had time to change.

[Good host, this location has been opened for you~]

Wen Qing rushed out of the door, but the door was only half closed.

Wen Qing ran extremely fast, and when she came to the end of the corridor, what she saw was Qi Mo being pressed against the wall by Lu Yiming, and the switchblade that was gradually approaching Qi Mo was still stained with bright red blood.

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.

Directly and quickly ran to Lu Yiming, a jump!
Kick Lu Yiming from the side!
Lu Yiming kicked him to the ground without any precaution.

boom--

Lu Yiming fell to the ground sullenly, still holding the bloody switchblade in his hand.

Wen Qing hurried up, and ruthlessly stepped on Lu Yiming's hand holding the switchblade.

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

Clang——

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

It seemed that he was still uneasy and twisted hard.

This person actually wanted to destroy Qi Mo!

Do not spare your anger!
Wen Qing's apricot eyes were full of frost, she bent over and approached Lu Yiming, with a subtle and surly smile on her lips, "Lu Yiming, how dare you~"

Slowly word by word, her eyes glanced at Lu Yiming little by little. If it wasn't because Wen Qing didn't have a knife in his hand, Lu Yiming would really believe that Wen Qing would be thinking about where to start the knife in the next second, and she would be more serious. pain.

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

Her lips were pursed into a straight line, and the dark thoughts in her heart did not completely dissipate because of Wen Qing's sudden interruption, and there was even a faint tendency to get worse.

Because Wen Qing cared.

Wen Qing cared about Qi Mo, Lu Yiming couldn't see that Wen Qing was angry, very angry.

It was because he hurt Qi Mo.