The moment the bright red light like a snake's tongue sank into his brow, Shen Zhuo's pupils seemed to be fixed for a moment.
With an extremely slight and dull thud, he fell to the ground along the mountain wall, pressing his chest with one hand until his five knuckles turned blue.
"you… "
He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes full of bloodshot, and looked at Su Jiqiao with confusion, as if he didn't recognize her at all.
"Who are you… "
Su Jiqiao then half-knelt down, and if you listened carefully you could tell that even the tail end of his voice was trembling, which was the excitement and excitement that was being suppressed with all his might.
"I am your favorite student, teacher." His voice was like honey. "I am your favorite person in the world."
Shen Zhuo covered his forehead with his right hand, his leather-gloved fingers digging into his messy black hair. He seemed to be in some pain, but Su Jiqiao's heart was pounding wildly. For the first time in his life, he felt the kind of uncontrollable ecstasy. He knelt on the ground and forcibly pulled Shen Zhuo's hand away, staring at those eyes that were always cold, distant and superior.
"Can you finally see me, Sensei?"
Su Jiqiao looked at his own reflection in Shen Zhuo's pupils, his voice trembling with enthusiasm: "From now on, you can only see me in your eyes, and the moonlight will no longer be able to illuminate those greedy fools in the world. All your glory will always be shrouded in my palms, and will never move away."
"Without Fu Chen, without Bai Sheng, Rong Qi's ambitions and orders cannot shake your resolve. The world admires your back, but you only love me."
He stroked Shen Zhuo's pale cheek, which was soaked with cold sweat, as if he was touching a peerless work of art. His obsession and concentration were terrifying.
"You only love me, Shen Zhuo."
Each word carries the power of an S-level supernatural power, which is irresistible and unshakable. It is countless times more powerful than hypnosis and is implanted in the mind like a steel nail.
Shen Zhuo closed his eyes and bent down in pain.
Su Jiqiao was shaking all over because of suppressed excitement. He reached out to hug him devoutly as if he was welcoming a treasure. He could almost hear his own heartbeat violently in his chest - at this moment.
A cold light flashed in Shen Zhuo's palm, and blood and flesh were pierced.
Su Jiqiao only felt a chill in his abdomen, and the dagger twisted it hard, causing hot blood to spurt out!
Shen Zhuo moved as fast as lightning. He pulled it out and thrust it in again, pulled it out and thrust it in again. In the blink of an eye, he stabbed eight or nine times. He grabbed Su Jiqiao's hair and stabbed him straight on the side of his neck from top to bottom. Blood from the artery spurted out like a sharp arrow!
Su Jiqiao fell to the ground with a thud, and the dagger dropped into a pool of blood with a clang.
"What on earth are you thinking?" Shen Zhuo held Su Jiqiao's collar, which was stained blood red, with one hand. His eyes were clear and he said through his teeth, "Even Rong Qi couldn't forcefully invade my brain. Why do you think a mere Fatal Strike can be useful to me?"
Su Jiqiao looked at him and his pupils shrank sharply.
Shen Zhuo didn't waste any more time, and threw Su Jiqiao to the ground, trying to find the gun that Noda Shunsuke had taken away earlier, but he couldn't find it in the dim light. At this moment, every second counted, and it was impossible to kill an S-level with a dagger alone. Shen Zhuo had to grab the silver refrigerated suitcase on the ground not far away, gritted his teeth, and helped Yang Xiaodao up, stumbling out of the cave.