My friends are gods

Chapter 216 Zhao Yan's Grievance and Joy
Zhao Yan stared at the word "kill".

The more I look at it, the more panicked I feel.

Involuntarily, his mind seemed to be attracted by the word "kill".

In an instant, the scene in front of his eyes seemed to have changed. It was no longer looking at a word, but more like looking at a scene.

A scene of thick blood rushing like a river!

In the whole world, between heaven and earth, Zhao Yan seemed to be the only one left.

And beside him, there are endless stumps and broken arms.

Corpses are everywhere!

The blood gathers into a river!
Do not! !

Zhao Yan roared loudly, in this lonely world, he was the only one alive, and all the others were dead. He even saw his relatives and friends among the corpses scattered all over the field.

At this moment, Zhao Yan's liver and gallbladder were torn apart!

Everyone is dead, what's the use of him being alive!

"puff!"

Finally, Zhao Yan couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Boom boom boom!"

He took three full steps back in a row, his feet softened, and he squatted directly on the ground.

At this moment, his expression was a little sluggish, his face was extremely pale, his mouth was still full of blood, and the blood flowed out, making his clothes crimson.

"what happened?"

The people around were shocked when they saw this, and their expressions changed.

It was fine just now, why did it look like this just after glancing at the words?

In the eyes of everyone, they only saw Zhao Yan looking at the word "kill", then spurting blood and falling down.

This surprised everyone for a moment.

Then he came to his senses and hurried forward to help Zhao Yan.

And not far away, Liu Zhiqing stood up suddenly, her beautiful eyes were filled with shock.

"what happened?"

Liu Zhiqing muttered to herself: "Why did Zhao Yan vomit blood and fell to the ground in an instant? Someone is plotting against him?"

Involuntarily, Liu Zhiqing's eyes locked on Song Qiming's body, her eyebrows were tightly frowned.

At the same time, Song Qiming also looked at Liu Zhiqing, smiled at her, and nodded.

Liu Zhiqing was slightly startled, but immediately nodded her head.

"Do you want to compare?"

Song Qiming glanced at Zhao Yan indifferently, and said in a cold tone.

In the word "kill", he injected a trace of charm.

The charm of killing!
And what is related to killing is nothing more than those terrifying scenes.

Therefore, it was within Song Qiming's expectation that Zhao Yan had this appearance.

As far as this is concerned, Song Qiming's writing is very restrained. If it is arrogant or majestic or sharp, Zhao Yan will die instantly.

Hearing Song Qiming's words, the surroundings were startled and stared at him in disbelief.

Do you want to compare!
Doesn't the meaning of this sentence mean that Zhao Yan's appearance is completely in his expectation.

If so, how did he do it?

It can't be done by the word "kill", right?

If so, how terrifying it would be!
There was silence all around, everyone was in shock, and no one made a sound.

"What are you doing?"

At this time, a voice came, and a person walked over quickly, with an uneasy expression on his face.

Everyone's eyes shifted over.

It was the man who looked like a homeless man.

At this time, he was holding a scroll of calligraphy in his hand, and striding forward, his eyes swept over everyone like lightning.

Zhao Yan, who was squatting on the ground, turned his head a little stiffly, and looked at the homeless man.

"Cough cough!"

Zhao Yan coughed twice in pain, and spat out another mouthful of blood from the inside, with lingering fear in his heart.

He even suspected that if he looked at it for a while, he might die.

Seeing the homeless man at this moment, Zhao Yan had a slightly strange expression.

This man who looked like a homeless man was naturally not a real homeless man.

On the contrary, he is one of the few calligraphy masters in the entire Yanjing Calligraphy Association headquarters, named Zhang Qing.

His calligraphy is imitated by many people and is also one of the benchmarks in the calligraphy world.

Zhao Yan's eyes flickered slightly, he couldn't get Song Qiming out, but Master Zhang Qing would definitely teach Song Qiming a lesson!
"Master Zhang Qing!"

At that moment, Zhao Yan mourned loudly: "You have to make the decision for me, this Song Qiming..."

"To shut up!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qing directly reprimanded him coldly. Obviously, he also had a little understanding of Zhao Yan's character, and angrily reprimanded: "Although I don't know what happened, I do know, You must have provoked Mr. Song first!"

Zhao Yan trembled all over.

He wanted to cry a little.

Mingming wanted to sue Song Qiming, but in the end he was angrily reprimanded before he finished speaking.

Suffocated!
Zhang Qing stared at Zhao Yan. Seeing that he was afraid to speak, his mood eased a little, and he said, "Even if you provoke Mr. Song, I don't think Mr. Song will do anything to you. Why do you look like this? Are you treating Mr. Song?" Are you ready?"

Zhao Yan almost cried out.

Grass!
I didn't do anything at all!

If he did something and was beaten like this, then he would admit it, but he didn't do anything!
"I do not have……"

Zhao Yan said rather aggrieved.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhang Qing yelled again, and said, "How dare you talk back? If you didn't do anything, how could you end up in this situation? I believe that Mr. Song will never do anything to you for no reason."

With Mr. Song's attainments in calligraphy, his mind and character must be excellent, and he will never teach people for no reason.

Zhao Yan didn't know what to say.

Originally, I wanted Zhang Qing to teach Song Qiming a lesson, but now, Zhang Qing reprimanded him as soon as we met.

Don't talk about teaching Song Qiming a lesson, but praise Song Qiming very highly.

What the hell is there to say?

Zhao Yan, who was in grief and indignation, did not notice Zhang Qing's address to Song Qiming.

Others, however, noticed it.

Mr. Song!
This put Song Qiming on the same level, or even above him.

If it was an ordinary student, he would call him by his first name, at most one classmate, but for Song Qiming, it was completely different.

For a moment, everyone looked at Song Qiming with some palpitations.

This guy has an unusual status, or did he really convince Zhang Qing with his calligraphy?

You know, Zhang Qing is one of the most famous masters in China!
"Master Zhang Qing."

At this time, Liu Zhiqing walked over gracefully, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "I can testify that Zhao Yan did not do anything to Mr. Song just now."

Hearing this, Zhang Qing was slightly taken aback, and took a deep look at Liu Zhiqing.

He was extremely impressed with this female classmate, she was very good at calligraphy, and she was also very humble and polite.

Such a person cannot lie.

So... is it really Mr. Song who did it for no reason?

But...impossible!
Zhang Qing hesitated and frowned.

Zhao Yan, who was squatting on the ground, heard the words, but he didn't know where the strength came from. He hurriedly stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth, and looked at Liu Zhiqing with hot and affectionate eyes.

The goddess is speaking for him!

Does this mean that Liu Zhiqing has fallen in love with her?
It seems that her indifference and indifference to herself was just a feign.

When she was really in danger, she would still stand by her side without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)