Anjie slowly moves one hand into his pocket and pinches himself through his clothes. This moment seems to be very long. He can even clearly feel the strange emotion that suddenly surges up in his heart.

It was sealed in the dark corner, the deepest intention of killing.

You promised her, Anjie said to herself, you promised her not to kill the one named he, never kill the one named he... Be a kind person.

His muscles trembled uncontrollably under his broad coat. He felt like a machine that was about to explode due to the wrong program. Anjie tried to calm his boiling mood with deep breathing. The cold and dry air in winter poured into his lungs. At that moment, there was almost a lack of oxygen in his mind.

There are crazy factors in Anyin Fox's blood.

After class, the children rush to the school gate with their yearning for the bright. They make a lot of noise and celebrate the saliva attack of the teachers who have tormented their spirit for half a day. No one noticed the fleeting pause at the young man's feet.

It seems that it took him less than a second to get back to normal. Holding his textbook full of Martian characters, he walked out without squinting.

The mobile phone in the pocket of the coat vibrated, and Anjie pressed it without looking at it.

A few seconds later, the mobile phone seemed to ring again. Anjie hung up the phone again, and then turned off the phone. Now the number is known not only by Zuishan, but also by a group of classmates who are trying to make up with each other. Of course, the classmates won't make endless calls. The one with this problem is mo Cong.

Obviously, it's impossible for Anjie to get around the person he doesn't want to see most in his life. After all, it's made clear that it's aimed at him. All he can do now is to take care of his hand, which is tightly clasped with a knife in his pocket, and his facial features, which are easy to let his emotions leak out.

He's just a high school kid now, not the anyin fox.

He Jingming was followed by a young man with white gloves. As expected, he was staring at him from a distance. Anjie forced himself to avoid the impulse and let him clap his shoulder. Holding a mouthful of Putonghua that seemed to be biting his cheek at any time, the white glove said respectfully to him, "young master an, could you please take a step to talk?"

Anjie blinked his eyes. It seemed that after a while, he slowly asked, "me?"

The glove man puts his hand on Anjie's shoulder. The man's body doesn't seem to be burly, and he has the strength completely inconsistent with his appearance. Anjie reluctantly restrains himself and is almost dragged all the way along with his strength.

A dazzling sports car slowly follows two people behind. He Jingming changes to the driver's seat and stares at Anjie's back with dark brown eyes.

Surrounded by people all the way, the glove man takes Anjie to a small intersection. The sports car behind him stops, and then someone opens the door. Anjie looks back at he Jingming with inquiring and curious eyes, and then tries to stick his eyes on the car.

Then, another car appeared at the intersection. The dark Buick drove out without any publicity. A black man came out of the car. He Jingming tilted his head. The black man came to him knowingly, bowed, took the key in his hand, and drove away the racing car.

Glove man personally opened the Buick door for Ajie and bowed down: "please get on the bus."

Anjie gave him a hesitant look: "who are you?"

The glove man directly ignored the problem of no technical content, and respectfully kept the action of opening the door for him, but he didn't know when to pull out one with the other hand □: "please get in the car."

Anjie's pupil shrank when he moved to the gun. After a pause, he got into the car silently. His hand in his pocket was released quietly, but he didn't take it out.

Glove man turned back to he Jingming and dropped his eyes: "He Dong."

He Jingming is holding a short whip in his hand. The glove man's whole face is pulled to one side, leaving a huge red mark on his neck. He Jingming, who had not made a sound all the way, came up to the glove man's ear and said in a whisper like, intimate and shuddering tone: "once more... I'll cut your hand. You know what I'm talking about."

The glove man didn't dare to say anything. He didn't even frown. He said "yes" forcefully, which is more obedient than the human computer angel heart.

He Jingming got into the car, turned back and tried to pull out a kind smile on his face, which created a very frightening effect in the dark car.

Glove man waited for him to sit down, then closed the door, got into the driver's seat, and slowly started the car.

Anjie shrinks in the corner, his coat is wrapped around his body, and the collar that he stands up just allows him to hide his chin. His eyes keep "pure and innocent" vigilance as far as possible, staring at he Jingming.

"Your name is Ann?" He Jingming leaned down slightly, this posture is a little oppressive, still with the kind of low, low and ambiguous soft tone. It seems that the facial muscles are not used to this kind of amiable mode, a puff of, "how old are you?"

The heat from he Jingming's breath came to Anjie's face, which made Anjie's heart surge again. His body began to tremble again, and his fingertips felt uncontrollably for the handle of the knife... However, with his thin body, he looked like a frightened child.

He Jingming gently raised his hand and stroked his cheek bit by bit. The touch of his skin was extremely delicate. It was the young and energetic delicacy of a young man who had not gone through much frost and years, showing warm body temperature.

Like infatuated with such body temperature, he Jingming moved slowly, closer to Anjie. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "it's really like his smell..." he felt that the boy seemed to tremble more violently. He Jingming's fingertips gently described along the lines of his face, "don't be afraid, child, don't be afraid... I won't hurt you."

Anjie clenched his teeth, put his back on the car door, and through his clothes, flicked his shoulder blade, which was obviously exposed because of his thin body. He Jingming almost pressed on him in an almost ambiguous posture, which made his nerve line more and more tight, and it was about to break.

He Jingming took his shoulder with one hand, lowered his head, and gently wiped his face with the tip of his nose: "it's the taste... It's the taste..."

The last reason collapsed. Screw the promise!

The feeling of being imprisoned in this way is like a fire, which makes Anjie find the suffocating anger in his dreams and memories again. He gives a jerk on his wrist, and the next moment he will pull out the knife and poke it into this person's body——

At this time, there was a sudden gunshot. The car turned half a circle in the same place and almost turned over. Anjie subconsciously raised his arm to protect his head, and then suddenly hit the window. If he didn't react fast enough, he would have been knocked unconscious if he didn't open his head. He Jingming fell directly under the seat of the car and hit the driver's seat. Before he had time to let him react, he suddenly didn't know where more than ten people rushed out of the car window, and the black muzzle of the gun pointed straight into the car.

With one hand, he opened the door and helped Anjie out.

Mo Cong held a gun in one hand and drew back with one hand around Anjie's waist. He had never seen such an Anjie before. His face was white and frightening, and his expression of carelessness at any time disappeared. He staggered and let him drag along, as if he had no consciousness at all.

Two people rely on extremely, the body in the bosom is shaking ceaselessly, he can even feel, this person's breath and heartbeat become very slow, don't hurry to gently cry: "Anjie?"

He can't judge whether the trembling of Anjie is due to fear. In his impression, this strange man seems to be omnipotent. It seems that he shouldn't have such an emotion of fear. Don't frown. He can't help but feel a little distressed. He gently soothes him carefully: "it's OK, it's ok..."

Anjie ignored him and looked straight at the people in the car. After all, he Jingming had seen the world. He took no time to tidy up his appearance before he opened the door and came out. The glove driver probably didn't have a good habit of fastening his seat belt. He was thrown on the windshield and knocked unconscious. He tried his best to tell everyone the importance of obeying the traffic rules.

He Jingming looked at Mo Conghuan's hand on Anjie's waist, narrowed his eyes, and slowly opened his voice: "whose people are you? Sleeping lion... Zhai Haidong? Or a drunk snake? "

Mo Cong looked at he Jingming. After a while, he lowered the muzzle slightly: "is it He Dong? I'm just a messenger. He Dong has come all the way here. I shouldn't miss his old friend. "

He Jingming stares at him for a while, and slowly raises the corner of his mouth - his smile is very strange. It's really only the corner of his mouth that touches the stone like muscles of his cheeks. His face is still paralyzed: "sleeping lion." He used a plain and light statement, and nodded stiffly like a hemiplegia: "lead the way."

Mo put the gun away and waved. The party quietly put down their weapons and surrounded he Jingming in the middle. The two men picked up the glove man like a dead fish in the driver's seat, and Mo pointed to the front: "He Dong, please."

He Jingming took a look at him. His eyes wandered to an Jie's eye, which was almost buried in Mo Cong's arms. He strode away.

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This is a harmonious society. Although there are all kinds of reverie scenes in this chapter, don't think about it