Yu Chu understood this in his heart.
She was quiet, lowered her eyes and said, "You didn't tell me anything, what did you take me for?"
The young man was slightly taken aback.
The prey on the opposite side raised his head calmly, pointed at the women in the distance, and smiled at him with curved lips:
"Do you think of me as a woman like them? You can accompany you when you are happy, and you can torture me and kill me if you are not happy, and throw it away like garbage?"
Chizel's pure blue eyes stared at her.
She was clearly right. He regarded this person as a prey from the very beginning... Does the hunter need to consider the prey's feelings? Besides, if you don't treat her as a hunting target, why should you be tolerant, patient, or even gentle.
He doesn't understand, what other emotions can he have
But facing the question at this time, the boy's eyelashes moved slightly, but he was strangely unable to respond.
Seeing his beloved prey smiling at him, he suddenly stretched out his hand to push him away, then took a knife from her own pocket and pointed it at his neck.
silver knife.
He uses such a knife every time he kills.
Every time he used such a knife to cut the flesh, the moment the blood gushed out gave him a strange satisfaction.
The prey turned the knife on herself.
The boy stopped breathing for a moment, his pure blue eyes widened, and a sense of panic and bewilderment swept over his perception.
"What are you doing? Put down..."
The gorgeous and elegant voice trembled slightly, he took a step forward full of rage and panic, but the girl's knife really pierced in, creating a wound in an instant, and blood flowed down the white and slender neck.
Qianzel immediately stopped walking, feeling flustered and uncontrollable, the young man's beautiful eyes were faintly red, staring at the knife in her hand, and softly whispered: "Put it down... tell me, what's wrong?"
"Aren't you angry?" The girl said casually, "There is no hesitation in dealing with disobedient pets. Since they are disobedient, it would be better to kill them with one knife."
The boy stared at the knife, and as it turned randomly, his mood had never been so tense. The blood that used to bring excitement and satisfaction now flowed from the body of his most beloved prey. He should obviously feel excited and happy, but Only panic and bewilderment.
"I'm not angry." The boy's soft voice was like a cat, and he explained carefully, "I'm not angry and want to kill you... give me the knife, please?"
"Not good," the other party shook her head mercilessly and refused. As she shook her head, the tip of the knife barely scratched her neck, and the boy's breathing slowed down again.
He couldn't describe his helplessness, he looked at her cautiously and even pleadingly, blinked his pure blue eyes, and said softly, "Don't move...be careful."
Seems very pathetic.
The girl was not moved, and said indifferently: "You are a pervert... I hate you very much."
The boy froze.
His pure blue and beautiful pupils were flushed with extreme emotions, and the feeling of panic and panic, the moment he heard these words, all of them turned into violence. He knew a hunter didn't have to care what his prey thought, but she said she hated him... Chizel was in a state of disarray.
"No..." He said two words, but couldn't continue, looking at her pitifully.
The girl continued: "You surprised me, but you were just teasing me. You will be happy to see me scared."
She looked at him and finally said:
"For you, will a pet that commits suicide make you happier than doing it yourself?"