The Coercion of Scum

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"There is a soundproof barrier here, so your voice is not heard. Although I broke a hole, it doesn't matter, your screams still can't be heard."

Stepping towards me slowly, Jasmine slowly wiped the thin surface of the long knife with her fingers. While it was shining with a strange light, the corners of her mouth showed a satisfied smile like a hunter.

"It's very good, even if it hasn't been used for several years to cut things, it has not been passivated."

"Wait, wait, don't you want to use it to chop, chop me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Besides you, a scumbag, does it need to chop something else?"

Jasmine suddenly showed a terrifying expression at me. As she held the knife tightly in her hand, a strong wind came from under her feet, causing her short skirt to be swept frantically. But she didn't seem to care about it at all, just sticking out the tip of a knife at me like a demonstration.

She stared at me with a terrible expression I had never seen before:

"You must die today."

"Hey, are you kidding? What hatred do I have with you..."

What this said is really unassuming, because I also know that I have done scumbag things, the kind of level that might start in three years after being caught in court.

"What hate? Don't you think what you did to me is nothing?"

The pupils shrank angrily into a thin line, and Jasmine showed a fierce expression that had never been seen before.

And the gust of wind emanating from her became more and more violent, making my body wobbly and unsteady, and I was so scared that I fell to the ground.

Chapter 55 The Decisive Battle with Jasmine

To be honest, if it wasn't for the survival instinct that drove me, I would have fainted, otherwise it would be to the extent of peeing in my pants. After all, the current situation is really terrifying. Jasmine is holding a sharp long knife and a pair of And the look of immortality.

For the current development, I am not mentally prepared at all, especially not knowing why my weak girlfriend would come with a knife and make a declaration to kill me.

Although in the bottom of my heart I want to rant, what the **** is going on, aren’t you the toy I can’t resist because I want to play with it? But how could I be so stupid to say something that a villain who has no emotional intelligence would say.

"No, it's not... I know I was wrong..."

While begging for mercy, I wanted to run away, but found that my legs were so soft that I couldn’t stand up, so I supported my body with my arms and moved back with my hips. Jasmine didn’t seem to be in a hurry, just showing the lion before hunting the sheep. Enjoy watching the happy expression of the prey struggling.

"Hmm, hahahaha...It's so ridiculous, I would have been intimidated by a scum with low IQ like you for so long, but my virginity, freedom, and sunflower almost disappeared...hahahaha... "

Her sneer expression and messy hair look super scary, not at all like her usually cold and unsmiling, in short, she is super scary like a madman.

I even feel it becomes difficult to breathe.

I am a sleepy beast, and I have a clear understanding of where I am now.

What I also understand is that Jasmine definitely didn't just pick up the knife decorated at home and rush over. At this critical juncture, the subtle clues from the previous video chat with her have been connected.

She was pretending to be stupid to me, figured out my situation, knew that I had not notified other people, and that there was no surveillance here, so she came with a knife and wanted to kill me. She was serious.

From the posture of her sword holding and the easy-going attitude, I believe she is definitely a master of swords, not to mention her hideous face like a **** killer.

The face that used to show cute, blurred, glamorous, and shy expressions in front of me, now there is no blood, the plain white beautiful face is filled with bone-thin killing intent.

Her eyes are full of firm self-will.

That is the will that will never give up without killing me.

Just as a carnivorous cat extended its claws to me, she also slowly raised her hand holding a long knife.

"!!!"

brush!

Then she hacked at me without hesitation.

A silver light flashed in the air.

dying!

Run fast.

This is the instinctive reaction of my body to me.

锵——

With the loud sound of a sharp weapon cutting something, a deep crack appeared on the ground next to me, like being struck by thunder, with a rustling crackling sound and burning sound, and even my fingers approaching the crack All felt the burning of the air.

At the very moment, I instinctively took the knife with a tumbling. Although the action was awkward, it was just enough to let the knife slash at a distance of 1 decimetre beside me.

"..."

"Oh? You actually avoided it? As far as you are a scumbag, it really surprised me."

What kind of power is this, did I enter the game world?

My eyes were wide open, and my lips couldn't help but tremble.

It’s terrible. Just now Jasmine definitely wanted to chop me in half from the top of my head. If I hide more slowly, maybe one hand will be gone, although I feel like holding my broken arm and shouting "My King" "The power of it" is a little handsome, but when I think that there is no way to take my broken arm back, I tremble with fright.

Jasmine, she wanted to kill me, and she was serious.

Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff

My heartbeat started to speed up, and my blood circulation became super fast.

Under the instinct to survive, my body seemed to have been strengthened, unexpectedly becoming a little tough.

This...I don't know if it is an illusion.

Although my mouth was shivering faster and faster, and my face became paler, but now I was plunged into a strange madness.

Just like self-comfort, I started laughing strangely, and spit out a series of words that I didn't even know the meaning.

"Woohaha...hahahaha...the fake ones are all fake, and all imprisoned or murdered are fake...hahaha, I must be dreaming."

"If you try to flee by pretending to be crazy, you would be too naive... Even if you are really crazy, I will kill you ten times to vent your anger."

Jasmine's black pupils didn't have any emotional fluctuations, but some were just endless contempt for me.

She strode forward in large strides, with fit and elastic thighs under the raised skirt, and her slender and tight body looked particularly charming between the steps.

But of course I can’t find time to appreciate it.

If a person is dead, naturally it doesn't make sense to look at more beautiful things.

What’s worse is that pretending to be mad and stupid doesn’t work for Jasmine. I don’t know which SB came out of the innocence theory of mental patients from the Internet. Don’t I have to lynch passively?