OUYASHI's blood coagulates, as if he is in the ice and snow.

"Jiu Ye, I'll come back from plastic surgery. I promise I won't face this face again." OUYASHI spoke flustered, and the fear in her eyes only increased.

Lu Shuo's eyes are dark, like an endless abyss, "but you are already holding it."

OUYASHI wriggled his lips, but he couldn't say a complete word for a long time.

It's already on top. What should I do?

You don't want to cut her face with a knife, do you?

OUYASHI's body suddenly shakes. Like falling into the ice cellar, her face will not really be cut off, right?

"Jiu, Jiu Ye......" OUYASHI has a red eye and can hardly speak a complete sentence.

Lu Shuo looked down at her, as if the fierce air under his eyes could break through his skin to the bone marrow, making OUYASHI almost faint.

"You don't deserve this face." After that, Lu Shuo reached out and clasped her chin, which seemed to crush her chin.

OUYASHI's face was red, full of pain, and could only make a pitiful whine.

It's going to die. It's going to die.

Lu Shuo's eyes are sullen. The next second is like thinking of something terrible and dusty. His eyes are cold and sinister. There is a sense of killing in the bottom of his eyes. The sense of killing is gradually strong, covering the whole basement in the endless bloodthirsty.

OUYASHI's eyes are wide, and she can't breathe for a while.

"You shouldn't have held her face." Lu Shuo repeated a sentence again, his eyes gradually changed.

OUYASHI has difficulty breathing. The whole person is confused and looks very pitiful.

Lu Shuo stared at the face and suddenly thought of his mother, who was cold and hot.

She is very good-looking and talented. She met her equally talented but gentle father and sparked in a flash. But old lady Lu didn't agree with them. Their family could only live in a small house of 50 square meters.

Although the life is very bitter, but very happy.

But until one day, the relentless gunfire sounded.

He was crammed into the cupboard and could only watch the blood fall all over the ground and smell of blood.

The dark cabinet is like a cage isolated from the rest of the world. It isolates him from everything outside and makes him feel like a trapped animal. He has no strength to go out.

Thinking of this, Lu Shuo's breath suddenly became heavy, even his face was more ugly. He only felt more dazzling when he looked at OUYASHI.

How can this face appear in OUYASHI?

She doesn't deserve it.

Not worthy!

Lu Shuo is like a madman, once again clasping the chin of OUYASHI, a pair of dark eyes with morbid bloodthirsty, deep in the eyes with a touch of sinister and crazy, like a terrible killer.

OUYASHI shuddered and her pupils tightened.

Huang Chen is on the side, only feeling stressed.

Lu Shuo didn't speak. He took a knife directly from the desk. The knife was shining with sharp cold light under the light.

Looking at the cold light reflected by that ray, OUYASHI instinctively shrinks his body again. The fear in his eyes is stronger. What is he doing with a knife?

Don't really want to cut her face off, do you?

Whoa, I want to cry.

Lu Shuo did not pierce her face, but thrust the knife into the back of her hand.

The sharp pain suddenly came, OUYASHI's eyes glared, and he screamed, "ah --"

it hurt so much, there was a blood hole on the back of the hand, and the blood was gurgling out, as if it was going to dry.

OUYASHI was convulsed with pain and almost fainted.

Lu Shuo stared at the bright red blood, just like the situation that he saw when he was crammed into the cupboard that year. The bright red blood flowed all over the ground, and a beautiful flower appeared in an instant.

Lu Shuo's dark eyes were in a trance. He only felt that today's situation seemed to overlap that year's situation, which made him trance, but he also had a morbid sense of longing for blood.

He licked his lips and waved the knife again.

"Pooh!" the knife fell into the palm of his hand, and the blood splashed again. Suddenly, it floated on Lu Shuo's pale face.

Blood spot, like in the face out of a blood flower, suddenly there is a kind of abuse, sick beauty.

OUYASHI shivered with pain, and saw Lu Shuo's demonic expression. She was frightened again, and her clothes were wet in a moment with cold sweat.

"Let me go, please let me go..."

OUYASHI, with a pale face, kept begging for mercy.

Lu Shuo, as if he hadn't heard it, once again raised his knife and stabbed him. He looked bloodthirsty and had an instinctive desire for blood, as if he were a devil from hell.

The screams in the basement continued.

At this time, an Taotao in the room suddenly woke up.

In the bewilderment, she seemed to hear a series of screams. How could they scream so acutely in their villa?

It's like being tortured.

An Taotao sips her lips and puts on her clothes to explore.

In this period of time, it's very dark outside. I can't see five fingers. Plus the strong wind, it seems that there will be some ghosts and monsters in the next second.

An Taotao's feet stepped on the grass, and there were some withered and yellow leaves on the ground, which made the sound of sand and sand in an instant, making people have a moment of fear.

She took a deep breath and went on.

Outside the villa, the scream seemed clearer.

It's a woman, a little familiar

An Taotao sips her lips, becoming more curious. Who is it? Why is it so miserable?

An Taotao follows the sound and suddenly comes to a place like the basement.

The basement door is still open, the light inside is slightly bright, and you can see a wide staircase.

Antoine hesitated for a moment and walked down the stairs with light steps.

Her footsteps were very light, and there was a very loud scream. No one would find her coming.

Soon she stopped in front of a room with dim yellow lights. The door of the room was slightly opened, and the sound inside kept coming out with shrill pain.

Then, there was the sound of the knife stabbing into the skin. The skin was stabbed by a sharp weapon. How painful it would be.

An Taotao clenched her lips and couldn't help shivering.

Though she had not yet seen them, she heard them, vaguely as if she had guessed something.

After a long time, she looked into the room boldly, and saw the figure in the room. A pale woman was tied to a chair, and the back of her hand was full of blood holes. The blood was gurgling out, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.

In front of the woman stood a man in a black windbreaker with a bloody knife in his hand.

His eyes were sinister and bloodthirsty, and his pale skin was stained with bright red blood, but he did not dry it. Any blood was diffused on his face, forming a very treacherous picture.

That is Lu Shuo!