Daddy, Pursue Mommy Quickly

However, after half a sound, sang Shijun did not refute a word. One of his legs moved even more. In an instant, he softened down and knelt down in front of Shen Xiu on one knee.

His hands were still in his trouser pockets, peering at sang Shijun, waiting for his legs to kneel down.

Sang Shijun's eyes are half blocked by the broken hair in front of his forehead. With his gloomy and resolute face, he can clearly see the bone marks protruding from his teeth.

The three-dimensional perfect facial features, like the peaks of the north pole, are still, but they are as cold as wind knife and frost sword.

His other foot also moved, slowly softened down, and both legs knelt down in front of Shen Xiu.

He looked at him coldly, his voice cold thin: "enough?"

Shen Xiu laughed. "Are you asking for help?"

Sangshijun tightened his face, half ring, head slightly drooping: "please, give the children back to me."

Shen Xiu smiles and kicks sang Shijun in the chest.

Sang Shijun snorted, holding the ground with one hand to stabilize his figure.

Shen Xiu took out a fruit knife from the drawer and threw it in front of him.

In the quiet room, the sound of knife landing echoes.

He said with interest: "do you remember how you beat me in Xia Bing's house?"

Sang Shijun frowns, eyebrows are cold frost.

Shen Xiugou lip: "when you beat me, I'm afraid you didn't expect to have today? Today, as long as you let me get rid of my hate, I will give you back the child. "

Sang Shijun clenched his teeth.

At the moment, he really wanted to directly frustrate the madman in front of him.

But the children are still in the hands of this man, and he can't act rashly.

The children are his lifeblood. Even if Shen Xiu wants him to pay for his life, he will not hesitate to give them to him.

As long as the children are safe.

He picked up the fruit knife on the ground and turned around.

Taking a deep breath, he thrust the knife into his thigh without hesitation.

Sang Shijun didn't even hum, but his face suddenly turned pale and sweat oozed from his forehead.

He looked up at Shen Xiu and bit his teeth. "Is that enough?"

Shen Xiu sat down in a good mood, his legs overlapping.

Looking at the gurgling blood from his thigh flowing to the floor, he felt calm and even wanted to laugh.

He said, "is that enough? On that day, I was pulled out several wounds by you, and it's not good yet. "

Sang Shijun heard the speech and looked deeply.

He immediately drew out his knife and stabbed it again without hesitation, as if he were stabbing himself.

The thighs trembled this time.

It's out of control.

The perspiration in front of the forehead also exudes rapidly and slides down the cheek.

Seeing that Shen Xiu didn't want to get rid of his anger, he drew out his knife and stabbed it in other places.

The thigh was a blur of flesh and blood, flowing down the leg to the floor, dyed red a large area.

Shen Xiu seemed to be a little disgusted, and finally said, "that's enough."

Sang Shijun finally gave up, but his face was still very dark.

Shen Xiu said faintly, "go back and wait for the news. You will see the child in a few days."

Sang Shijun frowned.

Why is it going to be a few days?

But he didn't ask.

Shen Xiu's attitude changed. He finally let him go. He didn't want to make any extra troubles at this time.

He threw down his bloodstained knife with sticky scarlet palms.