Chapter 227

Before Carl's face turned pale, Fu Siyu grabbed his neck. The strength of the tiger's mouth made him suffocate almost immediately.

Fu Siyu still had a gentle smile on his face, but it made people feel so cold, as if the tenderness just now was another person.

"I remember telling you from the beginning that there is only interest between us, but why are you still so stupid? Thought I would like a toy that can be discarded at any time? "

The gentle voice, however, spoke the words that pierced people's hearts, and gradually lost the pain of breathing, but also the pain in the heart.

It seems that dignity is ruthlessly thrown on the ground and then crushed, all the ugliness in the heart is put under the shame of public, as well as the torture of heaven at the last moment and hell at the next second.

Just when Carl's vision was blurred and thought Fu Siyu was going to strangle him, Fu Siyu slowly released his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Breathing fresh air again made Carl cough violently, but almost at the same time, he rolled down from the sofa and rushed to the place where the pistol fell

But as soon as he touched the gun, Fu Siyu stepped on it.

"Ah..."

Carl let out a scream, because Fu Siyu not only stepped on it, but also rolled it hard. His fingers connected his heart. This pain can be imagined.

Out of the killer's instinct, Carl grabbed the small scissors that had fallen on the ground and stabbed Fu Siyu's ankle.

The scissors are used to cut gauze. They are not very big, but the top is sharp. If used properly, they are enough to pierce a person's ankle.

Seeing through his thoughts, Fu Siyu sneered, "Oh, I also said, never try to resist your master."

After that, Fu Siyu kicked Carl's belly directly.

It was just a short time after he was injured. There could stand such a foot. The blood was instantly stained with a large piece of gauze. Carl curled up and couldn't care to stab Fu Siyu.

Cold sweat fell like rain. Carl bit his lips to prevent himself from making a weak and painful sound.

Looking at Carl whose belly was still bleeding, Fu Siyu had no waves at the bottom of his eyes. He slowly released and stepped on Carl's feet, then squatted down and pinched Carl's chin, forcing him to look at himself.

"How does it feel to fall from heaven into hell?" Fu Siyu asked with a smile.

Carl took a long time to breathe back. He endured the pain and sneered, "it's not bad. It's worth it for you to serve me once."

His voice became hoarse because he endured pain. Such a stubborn Carl, Fu Siyu's smile on his lips expanded more and more.

"Really?"

Fu Siyu smiled, loosened Carl, then slowly stood up, stretched out his hand and untied his belt

"You... What do you want to do!" Carl looked at Fu Siyu's behavior, his eyes widened, and a look of panic climbed up to the bottom of his eyes.

"What do you say?" Fu Siyu looked at Carl with a smile. Seeing his frightened eyes, he showed a satisfied look at the bottom of his eyes, "do you think I will serve you for nothing?"

The blood color on Carl's face gradually faded, and the place where his hands covered his abdomen was still bleeding. Fu Siyu was never a person who knew how to pity. He would be killed by him!

Carl leaned back and wanted to escape from the next fate. Just now he was humiliated by Fu Siyu. Now he did this to himself to destroy his last bit of self-esteem?

[tell me about that little cute, are you the devil? Drop the bottle（ ノ ˃̩̩Δ˂̩̩) ノ】