Chapter 188: Cut off the long hair

Annuo and Creedy's force value is not high, but now, Creedy has a weapon in his hand.

Annuo doesn't know what his thoughts are now.

Perhaps it was grief and anger that overcame fear.

In the original Verrocchio Studio, all the members were so harmonious and beautiful. Anno naively thought that this kind of beauty could last forever, so he did not choose to leave Verrocchio Studio, but instead Rejoin as a partner.

But Annuo went away for a year of traveling, and not long after he came back, something like this happened.

He was confused and angry. More importantly, he felt sad that his hopes were shattered.

He didn't know what to say to someone like Creedy.

Verrocchio lost his sight, and so did everyone.

Creedy was so excited that he pressed hard, but there was a tear in Anno's eyes.

Annuo picked up the wooden stick leaning against the wall and greeted Credy.

Although Creedy was excited, he was still more afraid.

The two of them got into a clumsy and rough fight.

Although the wooden stick was long, Annuo was a man who had never fought before. After fighting for a few minutes, the stronger Credi directly cut Annuo's arm and threw the wooden stick aside.

Creedy smiled twistedly: "Haha, I always feel that you are omnipotent, Lawrence, you know."

"Although he entered the studio later than us, he was ahead of everyone and earned more than everyone else. Why, why?!" Creedy roared hysterically, "You deserve to die, Damn you! You’re just like Leonardo! Damn it!”

"You shouldn't be alive!" Creedy rushed forward crazily, waving his dagger.

Annuo is not a fool. Although he hates Creedy, he will never just stand still.

However, his long hair, which he took good care of, was dragging him down at this moment.

Creedy grabbed Anno's hair.

"Uh." An Nuo groaned and was forced to stand where he was.

Credy, who seized the opportunity, waved the dagger directly towards Annuo without any nonsense.

"Stop!" Botticelli finally arrived and shouted.

In desperation, the somewhat desperate An Nuo reluctantly kicked on the ground.

The dagger missed.

Black hair was flying in the air, and both Creedy and Annuo were stunned.

Annuo had long hair for four years, but Credi chopped it off, leaving only the length of his shoulder blades.

An Nuo looked at the hair falling on the ground and flying in the air. He was speechless for a moment, a little dazed, and stood there helplessly.

Credi wanted to swing the knife again, but Botticelli finally rushed over. He was so brave and not afraid of Credi's dagger at all, and kicked Credi in the stomach.

Perhaps out of anger, Botticelli's kick directly kicked Credi against the wall.

Creedy was kicked so hard that the two accompanying officials quickly controlled Creddy.

"Hey, Lawrence! Wake up!" Botticelli shook Anno, who was still stunned.

The blood stayed on the ground along Annuo's left hand, and it had already stained the ground red.

In recent days, I have been running around all day and night, violent mood swings, and now the wound.

Annuo finally couldn't hold on any longer.

His vision turned black and he fell limply to the ground.

"Hey, Lawrence, cheer up!" Botticelli was startled and quickly hugged the unconscious Anno.