Xiao Xiao was angry.
After all, he was the victim. It was the people from the Red Eyes Club who found him first and wanted to kill him.
However, now that they came here, they looked angry, and even pointed guns at themselves without saying a word.
Don’t they know how much psychological pressure it is for a newcomer to be pointed at a gun?
Therefore, Xiao Xiao did not intend to speak when the other party pointed a gun at him. No matter what he said, he seemed too passive. Therefore, while others looked at him with a calm face, they already quickly thought of how to respond to the other party - himself Of course, he is not a troublemaker. In fact, as a newcomer, he originally planned to show his sincerity to every stranger.
But in the circle of strangers, there seems to be no habit of being reasonable.
Also during this process, he noticed Yang Jia's expression.
Although she had been pointed at her temple, her expression was still calm, but her pupils were slightly narrowed.
The extremely sensitive state allowed Xiao Xiao to see that she was confident and that everything was under control.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Xiao noticed the man holding an ivory crutch, and the other man's eyes no longer looked at him.
Instead, he looked at the man in the jacket, who seemed more coquettish and seemed to be exerting some kind of influence.
The man who pointed the gun at himself looked angry, but in fact, his Adam's apple was slightly contracted, he seemed a little nervous, and his legs were shaking slightly. More importantly, despite his angry face It looked like the gun's safety wasn't even on.
It turns out that the other party didn't really want to shoot him when he came up, but he was just used to talking to people like this.
Then talk to him like this yourself!
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…
There was a "bang" sound, and the sound of pulling the trigger sounded.
Everyone present stood up in a hurry, their faces were ashen, and some even made emojis out of fear.
The man in the jacket, who was pointed at by Xiao Xiao, was so frightened that his face changed.
He was so frightened that he took a step back, almost dropping the gun in his hand. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his chest heaved.
There was a whimpering sound in his throat, as if he was frightened and screamed, but he just tried to hold it back.
Everyone present was really frightened by this scene, and some even exceeded their understanding:
What the fuck is going on?
How could he, when being pointed at a gun, take out the gun so slowly and point it back, or even actually fire?
Why didn't Ma Nan shoot him first?
...Oh, Ma Nan really shouldn't be. He is impulsive, but not stupid...
So, what the hell is this thing Yang Jia brought?
"Pah...pah..."
The sound of the trigger being pulled was heard. Xiao Xiao pulled the trigger twice, but no bullets came out.
Then Xiao Xiao showed a strange expression on his face and said with a smile: "Oh, I forgot, all the bullets in my gun are used up."
"you……"
The man in the jacket was breathing heavily, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.
He was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he had been tricked.
The Adam's apple rolled violently, and from the corner of his eye, he could see that everyone around him looked shocked and nervously watching this scene.
Only Yang Jia and the man she brought here had a faint smile on their faces.
For a moment, an indescribable feeling of shame suddenly came to my mind.
There was a clear sense of banter and a strong sense of humiliation, as if he had stripped off his clothes in an instant in front of everyone.
"you you……"
He roared in a low voice, veins on his forehead were exposed, accompanied by large beads of sweat.
Suddenly he gritted his teeth and pulled the bolt of the gun fiercely, then raised the gun again and pointed it towards Xiao Xiao's face.
This time, invisible rage affected him, and he really dared to shoot.
But at this time, Xiao Xiao was still looking at him calmly with a smile.
"Horse Man, stop."
But at this moment, the man in white fur with a pair of strange eyes suddenly spoke in a low voice.
But at such a moment of rage, the man in the jacket even had a vague urge to disobey his orders, just to regain his dignity.
However, this time, Yang Jia, who was standing next to Xiao Xiao, his face darkened and his pupils shrank slightly.
The man in the jacket suddenly felt that the gun in his hand seemed to be hundreds of times heavier.
The invisible weight pressed down on his hand. Not only was he unable to lift the gun, he even trembled and almost dropped it on the ground.
But he was still working hard, and he wanted to raise the gun and pull the trigger towards Xiao Xiao.
But with his efforts, the muzzle of the gun was not raised, but his nostrils felt warm, and suddenly nosebleeds flowed out.
Gradually, the nosebleeds became more and more frequent.
Even he didn't notice it. The harder he tried to raise the gun, the stronger the blood in his nostrils became. It had completely stained the white T-shirt under his jacket. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and dizzy. It feels like my soul has been hollowed out.
When he fell, he lost control of his body and turned half a circle before he saw Yang Jia's eyes.
There seemed to be a vague door frame-like structure in those eyes, which was deep and mysterious.
Immediately afterwards, the man in the jacket's vision turned black and he was about to fall to the ground.
"Horse Man..."
When everyone around them saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel frightened and frightened in their hearts, and they all got up and rushed forward.
The crowd was excited, and a sense of crisis came from all directions, as if Xiao Xiao was being pointed at by a sharp sword.
He remained calm, took a step aside, and hid behind Yang Jia.
But Yang Jia, who was standing among the people, frowned slightly and his eyes were slightly cold.
The next moment, they were about to rush forward to help Ma Man, but everyone looked at Yang Jia with ferocious eyes. At the same time, they felt their bodies shaking. Although they were not hit by anything, they seemed to be hit by great pressure. , the body stiffened slightly, and then the body seemed to lose control. As they worked hard, blood suddenly spurted out from the nose, and the flow became more and more serious.
"How is this going?"
Everyone was frightened and frightened, and subconsciously wanted to take back control of their bodies.
But the more they struggled, the more their nosebleeds flowed, as if their life force was being forcibly ripped out.
Their eyes could not stop feeling dizzy. They saw Yang Jia standing in the middle of the living room. There seemed to be twisted and blurred light groups around her. The sense of space was broken. Yang Jia's figure became blurry and mysterious, as if... A god who cannot be looked directly at.
A huge sense of panic and despair surged in their hearts instantly, and their will was almost destroyed in an instant.
"That's enough, Yang Jia..."
At this moment, a violent and deep shout suddenly sounded, and Ling Ping, who was sitting on the sofa, opened his strange red eyes:
"Are you here today to show off your strength?"
"..."
"Is that enough?"
Compared to Ling Ping's rage, Yang Jia still looked calm and looked into his blood-red eyes.
She remained calm, but the invisible pressure was still there, and everyone around her was half lying on the ground in torture, with expressions of pain on their faces.
"Brother Lingping, I respect you."
Yang Jia looked at Ling Ping calmly, looked directly into his eyes, and said softly: "Because when I woke up, you had already started to follow the old president. However, how many times did the old president save you? Now you , but don’t you even have the thought of avenging him?”
"you……"
Ling Ping saw Yang Jia's dark and deep eyes, and seemed to be slightly stressed.
I want to answer, but I can't come up with complete words.
"That's all if you don't take revenge."
Yang Jia continued: "I know you are afraid, and I understand your instincts brought about by the depth of human nature."
"but……"
She suddenly showed a sneer: "You can be afraid, you can hide, you can forget the teacher's help to you, but I am willing to come back to take over the old president's class and inherit his ideas. Not only do you not help me, you even Want to stop me?"
Every time she said another word, the dissatisfaction in her voice grew.
The pressure on the people around him also increased, and some people who were obviously weak in resistance fainted and fell to the ground with a thud.
As for Ling Ping, he didn't know whether he was forced by the pressure radiating from her body or by her words. He was frightened and angry. He couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly stood up from the sofa, pulled out the ivory crutch outwards, and was already gone. A slender and sharp Western-style long sword was pulled out from inside. The sword seemed to have a certain texture unique to life, and with bloodlust, it instantly stabbed Yang Jia in front of him.
"Snapped……"
The air was almost cut in half by this sword light, and a greedy whisper emanated from the sword.
But Yang Jia faced the sword light and suddenly raised his right hand.
The black-gloved palm gently grasped the blade of the sword, and then slowly twisted it.
The sword groaned in pain, twisted violently, and seemed to be struggling desperately. However, the expressionless Yang Jia forced it to twist to a 180-degree angle. Finally, the sword tip pointed in the direction of Ling Ping, and it was straight. pointed to his eyes.
"Yang Jia..."
Ling Ping was shocked and angry, and also noticed that Yang Jia was wearing black gloves on his hands.
He didn't know whether it was fear or anger in his eyes, blood was seeping out, and he suddenly roared with all his strength:
"Don't push me!"
"..."
At this moment, the red eyes instantly bloomed with a strange light, and blood flowed from the corners of the eyes.
The whole room seemed to become depressing, and the chandelier on the ceiling began to swing slowly, with light and shadow swaying.
Xiao Xiao turned around and saw cracks slowly appearing on a wine glass on the table.
Immediately afterwards, a strange sense of distortion spread to the entire three-story building.
At this time, it was carnival time in the bar on the first floor. The loud music resounded throughout the venue. Some people held up their wine glasses and twisted their bodies. Some people shouted loudly along with the music. A plump orange cat jumped lightly on the table. In the meantime, they were stealing salmon from the guests' plates, and three or four people were crowded into the narrow bathroom partition, their bodies tangled together like snakes.
But at this moment, everyone stopped.
Whether it's the figures on the dance floor, the bartender mixing drinks, or the men and women having a tense moment in the bathroom.
They seemed to have lost their minds for an instant, and raised their heads blankly, looking toward the ceiling in the direction of the third floor.
A strange red light appeared in the eyes at the same time, and some weird and delicate temperament was entangled together, gradually becoming more substantial. It seemed that there was already something terrible and weird in the intertwining of huge spiritual powers. About to be born in it.
"Forcing you?"
At the same time, Yang Jia looked at Ling Ping's eyes dripping with blood and suddenly smiled:
"Brother Lingping, you are not strong enough for me to force you."
"..."
The next moment, something seemed to be shaking slightly deep in her eyes.
In an instant, the surrounding air became violent. The huge turbulence spread out from the living room as the center. The windows and chandeliers on the entire third floor suddenly exploded at the same time. Huge glass particles sprayed onto the surrounding streets like a fine sheet of glass. A colorful rainstorm followed, and immediately on the first floor of the bar, the wine glasses in everyone's hands and the bottles on the wine racks also exploded at the same time.
The sharp fragments instantly scratched the palms and cheeks of everyone standing around.
These eyes have become monstrous, and some kind of raging malice is about to emerge. At the same time, they are shocked to the ground by this huge force. The red light in the eyes begins to fade, replaced by a painful, clouded look. The fear of shadows.
"you……"
Ling Ping suddenly closed his blood-red eyes, his expression was painful, and blood flowed from the end of his nose.
Yang Jia's voice seemed extremely calm at this time, and she said softly:
"I have always respected you, just because you were once the old president, and you are also my companions."
"But actually, after you betrayed the old president, we are no longer companions."
"The people behind me are my companions!"
"..."
As she spoke, she glanced back calmly. Xiao Xiao, who was hiding behind Yang Jia, followed suit and puffed out his chest.
Yang Jia's voice suddenly became louder: "I speak truth, but my truth is only for my companions."
"I came here this time to tell you not to have any ideas about him again."
"Otherwise, no matter the reason or who does it, I will come over and kill all of you here."
"Including the cat that the bartender maintained!"
