Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 122 Confrontation
There is a kind of person who is inherently disgusting to the bone, and even his voice is disgusting to the ear.

Mu Huaian is one of them.

The boy raised his legs and walked in the opposite direction without looking away.

Leaning half of the boy's shoulder against the wall, he looked at the figure in front of him and smiled warmly: "It's been a long time since I saw you, Mr. Xu doesn't want to see how the scar he left by himself is doing?"

The tone seemed to be the most elegant gentleman, and the school uniform collar was well-groomed. Except for the scar on the brow bone, the boy was gentle and gentle all over his body.

Lips curled up. Seeing that the boy had no intention of stopping, Mu Huaian touched the scar on his brow bone, and his extremely pleasant voice slowly spilled out into syllables: "After all, it put you in jail."

Ruyu's fingers stroked the scar from the beginning to the end where it fell at the end of the eye.

The movement stopped, and the voice suddenly raised: "Other people call you Master Xu, and they really take themselves as a role. No wonder you were so proud back then."

"Mu, Huai, An."

A figure passed by very quickly, and Mu Huaian's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't even half dodge.

The neck was severely restrained, and the back of the head was almost clamped into the wall.

Finally provoking the other party to attack, Mu Huaian even had a smile in his eyes.His voice was slightly hoarse due to poor breathing, and there was a bit of cruelty mixed with gentleness and peace.

"Ning Zhixu, what are you?"

The veins on the face are beginning to appear, and the scar extending to the end of the eye is a bit terrifying: "Your hands are so dirty, don't you know?"

Mu Huaian is undoubtedly crazy.

He kept touching Ning Zhixu's bottom line and played with him desperately.

The boy's black eyes lost all warmth, and the bottom of the eyes gradually became blood-colored, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind to break out of the cage again.

He really wanted to kill Mu Huaian.

Even if he spends his life in prison, he still wants to kill him.

In the next moment, the boy reached for the folded dagger in his trouser pocket without hesitation.

And with this movement of his, he fell to the ground with the sunglasses protruding from the pocket of his school uniform jacket.

The sharpened blade was glowing with silver light, and it pressed against Mu Huaian's neck threateningly.

It only needs to approach an inch, and the skin can be pierced to see blood.

Seeing the dagger, Mu Huai'an's delicate and beautiful face felt chills to the bone.

This man has been in prison, and he dares to carry a knife with him.

Half a year ago, the same knife almost ruined his eyes.

Mu Huaian's face turned blue, and his lips began to turn white, but the smile never disappeared: "Ning Zhixu, if you have the guts, kill me."

"Kill you?" The young man smiled, and the moment he raised his hand, the dagger glowing with silver barely slashed across the side of the opponent's face, and stabbed firmly on the wall behind him.

One can imagine how much force he used.

The dagger blade was broken and cracked due to the huge impact, leaving only a fragment nailed to the wall.

The back of his hand was bleeding, and the young man's lips were mocking: "Do you see that you are worthy?"

That casual and casual tone seemed to be mocking Mu Huaian's failure.

That's right.

In front of him, Mu Huai'an, who was named the son of heaven, was a complete failure.

Mu Huai'an clenched his fists with both hands, still in his heart: "Whether you are worthy or not, there are still people who are paying attention. And you, Ning Zhixu, what do you have now?"

The young man let go of his hand in disgust, and the blood on the back of his hand flowed down his fingertips in streams, as if he didn't feel any pain, and his brows didn't even frown.

"If I want to fight, you'd better hope you have something left."

That attitude is tantamount to crushing people into the dust.

Crazy hatred and coldness surged in Mu Huaian's eyes.

And the young man calmly bent over to pick up the deformed inferior sunglasses that fell on the ground, put them back in his pocket, and didn't even bother to cast his gaze.

　Mr. Xu, who is completely unhappy, wishes you good morning.

　　come on!

　　vote for me-

　　I unlock the white lotus Master Xu.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)