Zhang Qiling turned his head and looked at Zhang Qiling who was grabbing his collar. He grabbed Zhang Qiling's hand and tried to let him go. He thought he would not succeed, but to his surprise, Zhang Qiling also let go with his strength. hand.
Although Zhang Qiling was not catching him, Zhang Qiling also knew that he could not run away. He turned around and faced Zhang Qiling, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Qiling looked at him indifferently without saying a word. Wuxie at the table picked up the tea cup and took a sip without saying a word.
Zhang Qiling was anxious. He didn't understand what they were going to do, but the depressing atmosphere made him really uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes and caught a glimpse of Liu Sang who was a little far away from him. He immediately let go of his hand and To rush towards the door.
The reason he was caught by Zhang Qiling just now was because he wasted some time by kicking the lock. Now he only had to rush out. He didn't believe it anymore. With the same body, he couldn't outrun Zhang Qiling.
Imagination is one thing, reality is another. Zhang Qiling knew what he wanted to do the moment he let go of his hand. This time, Zhang Qiling grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards her.
Zhang Qiling didn't even have time to turn around when he felt his wrist being grabbed, and a huge force drove him into Zhang Qiling's arms. A muffled sound came, and Zhang Qiling felt that the bridge of his nose was about to collapse.
Zhang Qiling raised his head and was about to speak when his head suddenly felt a dull pain, and a fishy sweetness filled his throat. He closed his mouth hard and tried to swallow the blood.
Zhang Qiling noticed something was wrong with him, and loosened his hold on his hand, looking worried, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Qiling shook his head and wanted to speak, but he couldn't swallow the blood in his mouth, as if it would spurt out in the next second.
Looking at his pale face, Zhang Qiling frowned and reached out to support Zhang Qiling.
Just when Zhang Qiling's hand was about to touch him, a mouthful of blood spit out from Zhang Qiling's mouth and sprayed directly on Zhang Qiling's face.
Silence, deathly silence, time seemed to freeze at this moment, everyone was frozen in place and at a loss.
Blood sprayed on Zhang Qiling's face, hair and collar, dripping continuously. The red blood added a touch of color to his face, making him look bloodthirsty and coquettish.
Zhang Qiling's mouth was still dripping blood, but he didn't care about it at all. He stared blankly at Zhang Qiling who had been sprayed in the face by him, and even forgot to close his mouth.
Liu Sang's current expression was almost the same as Zhang Qiling's. They were both stunned on the spot with their mouths wide open in disbelief. He really felt that the scene in front of him was too magical. Zhang Qiling actually dared to touch his idol's porcelain. , That’s so brave, Liu Sang admired from the bottom of his heart.
Zhang Qiling closed his eyes and twitched at the corner of his eyes. When Zhang Qiling was about to spurt blood, he noticed it, but the distance between the two of them was too close and he couldn't avoid it, so Zhang Qiling sprayed blood in real terms. on his face.
Zhang Qiling's eyes widened, his pupils were shaking, and then he squatted down with his head in his hands at lightning speed, and said loudly: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."
He squatted there with his head lowered, fearing that Zhang Qiling would kick him if he was unhappy.
Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and looked at the scared person squatting on the ground. For the first time, he wondered if he acted too scary in normal times, otherwise why would Zhang Qiling be so afraid of him.
Wu Xie and the others withdrew from their petrified state, and Li Cu nervously rushed towards Zhang Qiling's position.
Zhang Qiling was one step ahead of him and squatted down, putting her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to raise his head and look at him.
