Song Liuying glared at her arm in disbelief: "how dare you... You're dead! You're dead! Dead bug! I want your life

Lu Xiaolai is very calm. He slashes at Song Liuying's elbow again.

"Dead bug, you're dead! Go and die! I'm going to destroy you! Destroy it all! All Song Liuying howls wildly. Her left hand pinches Lu Xiaolai's neck and presses her against the wall. Her right hand raises a sharp thorn and thrusts it into Lu Xiaolai's eyes.

Lu Xiaolai grabs song Liuying's right wrist, and puts the knife on her left hand. Just a stroke, he cuts on song Liuying's skin again, and blood comes out of the wound.

"You! How dare you Song Liuying's face turned red with anger, and she pinched Xiaolai's hand to death.

The air is losing, and the pressure on the throat is getting heavier and heavier.

Lu Xiaolai frowned.

This man is really a madman. It's a waste of time to reason with a madman.

Lu Xiaolai spins quickly, grabs song Liuying's wrist with both hands, throws her on the wall, holds song Liuying's back brain with five fingers and presses her into the wall.

It's learned from someone who doesn't admit it.

Song Liuying broke free, unscrewed the handle of the whip, holding a sharp thorn in one hand and a leather whip in the other. There was only black anger on her face, and she could not laugh again.

"Bug... Take your life, I'll kill you! Kill you

Song Liuying waves a sharp thorn and stabs at Lu Xiaolai's face.

Lu Xiaolai shakes his head to the left and shakes his head to the right. He easily dodges and laughs scornfully.

It's funny that once I was defeated by this kind of crazy woman with single cell personality disorder.

When the bell rings after class, people are pouring out from upstairs and downstairs.

That's enough. She doesn't want to play any more.

Lu Xiaolai lowered his eyes and raised his hand to block the spikes. With a twist of his wrist, he grasped song Liuying's wrist and thrust the spikes into the wall with her hand. The other hand already grasped the whip and kicked song Liuying's left hand.

When the whip flies out of song Liuying's hand, Lu Xiaolai cuts her back ear with a knife and presses her face into the wall again.

On close combat, if Lu Xiaolai is the king, song Liuying can only crawl at her feet.

"Dead bug... You dare to do this to me, I will not let you go, I will not let you go!"

Song Liuying is still struggling to pull the thorn out of the wall, but Lu Xiaolai grabs her wrist. As soon as she makes an effort, the wound on her arm oozes blood, and her clothes are dyed red.

Lu Xiaolai's face was agitated. He grabbed the knife through song Liuying's wrist and fixed her hand on the wall.

"Ah --" there was a terrible scream from the heaven and earth.

The crowd also sounded the sound of air-conditioning. Lu Xiaolai pulled out the knife, and the blood splashed on her face. Song Liuying covered her wrists and sat on the ground.

She wiped the blood on her face and walked back with the blood dripping knife.

The crowd of onlookers retreated in horror one after another. There was only one person standing there as still as a mountain, smiling faintly and holding out his hand to her.

Lu Xiaolai put his hand into his palm and raised his head to show a happy smile.

"Hard work." Gu canzhao wiped off the blood stains on her face, raised her hand and gave her a kiss on the back of her hand.

Lu Xiaolai took a look at the crowd behind him and blinked innocently: "am I too bad?"

"Not hard enough. She has hands and feet, and she can talk. You are so kind

Two months together, 103 class students listen to these two people's words, unexpectedly heart fear, limbs cold.