This thing about me becoming a girl

The whole body is wrapped tightly, wearing a mask, making no sound, as if covered with a layer of dark skin.

Doing this is nothing more than not wanting to reveal your identity, and in a situation where no one will know your true identity, what people will do is a bit intriguing.

Make a very common chestnut, Jiansheng.

Chiai Airi didn't know the purpose of this person, so she didn't say anything, just saw him face to face, snatched Huang Mao's bad knife, and stabbed him fiercely in the thigh.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a hero saving the beauty, but a purposeful person looking for bad yellow hair.

Chii Airi breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she didn't come to find sister Lily Chuan and herself.

But she didn't dare to act rashly, what if her actions angered this person?Although he didn't seem to notice them at all until now, who knows?What if?

There is sister Baihechuan behind him, so he must not take any risks.

But Baihe Chuan Wanhua, whom Chiai Airi wholeheartedly wanted to protect, was looking at the scene at the alley with great interest.

She stroked the wet hair by her ears, and there was a slight interest in her wine red eyes.

Well, that's not bad, just treat it like watching a play.

She was very interested. After all, it was a rainy day, and the two were fighting with blood flowing. Isn't this kind of revenge scene very interesting?

She didn't mind postponing her trip home for a while to finish watching the show.

A little more blood, a little more brutal, to please me as much as possible.

She looked at the bad yellow hair, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her smile was a bit charming.

This way I bypass you.

In fact, from the moment Huangmaobao appeared in the alley, he was already dead in Baihechuan Wanhua's eyes.

But now, if she behaved well, she didn't mind the sun rising in the world of bad yellow hair.

Baihechuan Wanhua's tolerance for anything depends on how interesting it is, whether it is high or not.

As for the masked man... it seems interesting.

But he doesn't show his face, hides his head and shows his tail, is he afraid of being revenged?

Baihechuan Wanhua felt a little bored about this point.

Well, let's see how things develop.

What she focused on watching was Huang Mao's bad performance, because he brought more interest to Baihe Chuan Wanhua.

Baihechuan Wanhua stared at the yellow hair, the raindrops dripped all over her elegant and exquisite fair face, she blinked, the wine red eyes seemed to flow with water.

Not enough, not enough blood flow~

You can't bleed alone, little yellow hair, stand up, rush up and bite me, to please me.

Don't forget that at this time you are fighting with your own life on your back.

If you behave well, I will spare your life. If you behave poorly... you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

By the way, if it pleases me, maybe I will help you.

In short, I was watching in the rain, don't let me down, it's more cruel, if it can kill people, it would be the best~

Come on, little yellow hair~

18. That touch of pure white

The rainwater kept falling in a line from the sky into the alley, and splashed on the ground with the sound of pattering waves.

In fact, for the yellow hair, tonight should have been a very good night. After all, I will taste two such beautiful girls, especially the one in the back... tsk tsk, it makes people greedy.

He felt that what happened tonight might be something he could recall for a lifetime.

But it is true.

He leaned against the wall in embarrassment, the mottled wall hurt his back, but he still leaned against it, as if it would give him a little sense of security.

He looked down at the knife sunk deep into his thigh, his face twisted ferociously because of the pain.

The small knife is very delicate, about 15cm long, and the dark blue handle is carved with strange patterns, and the blade that is sunk in the flesh and exposed due to muscle shaking from time to time glistens with blood and cold light.

It was a birthday present from his father on his 15th birthday, and he loved it so much that he kept it close to him all these years.

But at this time, it was his favorite knife that brought him great pain.

I said...this bastard...it hurts...

It's not that the yellow hair has never been wounded by a knife, but the pain at that time was not as strong as it is now.

It may also be because he was fighting at the time. When he was cut again, the other party also stabbed him. The excitement of fighting and the feeling of high emotional blood flow made him slightly ignore the pain.

Afterwards, my friend gave him a thumbs up and said, "Hard."

His compliments to his friends were very helpful, and it also made him feel that the knife is actually not so scary, and being cut by the knife is not as painful as imagined, it just passes after a little patience.

So he was exceptionally daring to fight, and never escaped a fight.

He looks down on those who shrink back as soon as they shine their swords. Is it so terrible?It's just that he is too cowardly.

He is called by his friends as a "backup" and "tough guy" who will never run away and can rest assured to give his back, while he is called a "ruthless person" and "lunatic" by his enemies who cannot be messed with.

But today, he found that he was actually not that hard, nor was he too ruthless. His friend seemed to be flattering him a bit.

He looked at the wound that kept bleeding out, and he was a little puzzled, why did it hurt so much, and why was there so much blood left?

He was in a state of collapse, with weakness all over his body and shortness of breath. His face was very pale, whether it was from blood loss or fright. Give him severe pain.

He remembered hearing a senior say that after being stabbed by a knife, unless he had a very masculine spirit, he would not be able to keep calm and would be very flustered.

The yellow-haired bad man once thought he was such a man, but now...he is very scared, his thoughts are confused, his emotions are extremely tense, and his spirit feels like he is about to collapse.

These sensations even outweighed the pain from the wound.

The rain drenched on his body, slid over his skin, and spread to every part of his body along the texture, as if his body temperature was slowly lowering with the rain.

Am I...will I die?

This emotion continued to spread and spread in his heart, and it was out of control.

And what caused all this was this stranger in front of him.

No, it may not be that they are strangers, after all, they are wearing masks.

And who knows.

He raised his head, and his yellow curly hair, which was soaked by rain, was tightly pressed against his forehead, somewhat blocking his sight.

He looks through his curly hair at the "culprit" who made him what he is now.

What exactly does this person mean?do i know him

I just approached him and wanted to drive him away. At most, I would beat him up. The knife was just a deterrent tool.

Yellow-haired bad is very clear, the results of using the knife and not using the knife are completely different concepts. Generally, he uses the knife as a means of deterrence, unless he meets someone like him.

But this man... the yellow-haired man didn't even react, he just approached and was about to grab the hoodie on his head with his hands, this man turned his head to avoid his arm, bent his body and suddenly leaned out, He took out a soft rubber stick and stabbed him in the stomach.

In an instant, gastric juice gushed out from Huang Maobu's mouth, and then he took the knife from his hand and stabbed it into his thigh, not only that, but also turned the handle of the knife, cutting down a few centimeters in a spiral shape.

The blood sprayed, yes, it wasn't the yellow-haired bad boy that was gradually gushing out gracefully and strangely as he saw on TV, but sprayed.

He didn't know how to describe the scene in his heart after seeing this scene.

The white blade penetrated into the flesh, like a "poof", the blood slowly flowed on the thigh, a little warm, and when the masked man turned the handle of the knife to tear the wound and cut down, a large amount of blood gushed out in an instant, just Like the shower on the lawn in the park, it is thick and bloody, and the stream is like a heartbeat.

It splashed on the wall and into the ground, the blood dissolved in water and spread, and the pure black mask of this man was also covered with blood plasma.

The sense of twisted and irregular tearing of the flesh swept through his brain, he knelt down on the ground, howling, and then the oncoming knee stopped his voice abruptly.

Soon, even the yellow-haired bad guy didn't react, and it was over.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, as if the masked man had been prepared for a long time.

It's like a pitch-black poisonous snake dormant in the dead leaves, spitting snake letters, hiding in the dark, when you pass by and don't feel the danger at all, it will give you a fatal blow with its tricks, venomousness and flexibility.

When you react, you have already been poisoned, and you can only feel the venom gradually spreading in your body. At this time, the snake will not take advantage of the victory to chase after you, but will slowly follow you until you die.

This is how the masked man gave Huang Mao a bad feeling. In fact, when he reacted, although his legs had lost their mobility, it didn't mean that he had no ability to resist.

He leaned against the wall, waiting, waiting for the masked man to approach and strike violently. Although he didn't know if it would succeed, it was better than doing nothing.

What's more, this person looked very thin, so he couldn't help but hit him. Once he hugged him and made him unable to break free, and brought him to the ground, he should still have a chance of winning.

The yellow-haired bad guy has made a plan.

But... the masked man didn't come over, his thin body stood there quietly looking at him, the wind blew up the brim of his hat, revealing a pair of calm dark eyes, a little cold, as if he could see through his thoughts.

It wasn't until the blood loss was too much, and the cold rain quickly lowered Huangmao's unhealthy body temperature, the masked man walked slowly in front of him like a poisonous snake that had confirmed the death of its prey.

Fear, at this moment, Huangmao's heart is full of fear. Although he tried his best to restrain his wavering heart, an invisible black mist still spread in his heart.

By now, he has understood that the masked man did not come to save the beauty as a so-called hero, but came with a very clear purpose against him.

When did I provoke this kind of person?What is he going to do?Why come to find yourself?

Maybe if another person did this to him, Huang Maobud would not be so shaken, and he is not a little white who has never encountered anything.

But the masked man's cautious, ruthless attitude and means of not leaving a chance to subdue himself, all of which made the yellow-haired bad guy a little scared.

This kind of method is not accessible to my circle at all...

Unless it is the father's circle, or the enemy.

Because of this, he was very shaken, knowing that if it was really because of this reason, the masked man's ruthless methods did not seem to come to talk to him, and he might...not end well.

He was afraid.

The pattering sound of the rainwater splashing on the ground seemed to be the waves shaking in his heart.

Feeling the excessive blood loss and the increasingly debilitated physical state, Huangmaobu forcibly restrained his wavering heart.

Calm down, calm down first!First figure out what his purpose is, even if it's because of his father, it's not impossible to have a conversation.

He raised his head slowly, revealing a disconcerted cheek with some hematomas and bruises after being hit by the masked man's knee.

Looking at the thin figure standing quietly in front of him, he forced a smile and said, with blood flowing from the gap between his teeth: "I probably haven't seen you before, may you have misunderstood the person, in fact, it may be a misunderstanding, maybe you Tell me the reason, and I will give you a reasonable explanation."

The yellow-haired bad boy plays his well-honed art of language.