Into the enchanting high school by mistake: training camp for handsome men

Chapter 223 The Torn Scar: The First Misfortune of the Heavenly God 【10】

"No... I won't listen, they all took knives..." Even if my wrist hurts, I can't hurt that person, because when that person is hurt, I will definitely die of grief.

He smiled again, with tiredness in the corner of his eyes: "Be obedient, we'll go back later."

Uemori Fuyu coaxed me as if he was treating me like a child, hot tears fell from his eye sockets, I looked at him, his eye sockets were very red, tears kept coming, obviously he seemed to be drugged It looks like it's clear...

"You...you lied..." The transparent liquid blurred my vision, I just felt my whole head was buzzing, and my sight was completely captured by Rang Chenyong's sharp scissors and Uemori Fushi's gentle and excessive The face was taken away, and for a moment I suddenly felt that I would never see this person who made me unable to extricate myself.

"Hmm..." The dark red liquid on the forearm gushed out from the sharp tip of the knife, and Uemori gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan.

I threw myself onto the ground with the chair, my elbows were bloodstained, and I gritted my teeth and yelled, "Senior...don't!!!"

The sharpest part of the scissors moved in his arm, and the initial severe pain had disappeared a lot, but it was enough for him to regain some of the paralyzed consciousness.

I gritted my teeth, resisted the dislocation of my wrists, stood up with curled legs and bent over, and walked in the direction of Rang Chenyong with difficulty: "I warn you to let go! Otherwise, I will let you go!" You're going to jail!"

It seems that the word "prison" awakened Rang Chenyong's memories of a few years ago. The blood gushing out of the forearm of Shang Senfu in front of him reminded him of Lun Yuxi's dying at that time, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes. Meaning: "India...stop him."

A man with a smiling face like a fox came striding over, and I was forced to sit on the seat and couldn't move.

"What are you guys doing?! What are you doing to him...benefits..."

Let Chen Yong stretch out his hand to another man in black without looking back: "Short knife."

The scissors stained with Shang Senfu's blood were thrown on the ground, leaving a long bloodstain, and the knife in Chenyong's hand, which could almost reflect the silhouette of a person, refracted the silver light, and the nerves were once again in my heart. The inside of his head was broken.

Uemori Fuyu may be a bad person, he never considers others, he is sometimes terribly fierce, but he is not the kind of vicious prisoner, sometimes he is more gentle than anyone else, why does he receive such criticism Treating people, why should he bear everything.

When the knife separated the skin around his collarbone, his star-like deep eyes stared straight at mine, and there were water droplets on his slender eyelashes, his eyes were focused as if he was looking at the world. The most important thing to him, and then bit his thin lips, without a sound, the skin under the collarbone was cut by Rang Chenyong's knife, and irregular blood flowed out...

"Does it hurt?" This was the first time Chen Yong asked Sen Fuxi.

It's just that the injured person wasn't talking to him: "Luo Xiaoyi, I don't hurt, so don't cry either..."

His lips were purple from being bitten by his teeth, his cheeks were paler than anyone else's, and he looked like he was about to fall down. He used to be such an arrogant and disdainful Shang Senfu Hey, why did you tell me not to cry? He was the one who hurt, so shouldn't it be him who cried?
"Well, I don't cry, I don't cry..." As she spoke, tears fell unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)