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Chapter 61 From Hell (27)

Looking at Eric's youthful and delicate face, Al couldn't help recalling his childhood. He was a dangerous person by nature. He began to abuse cats and dogs when he was six years old, and he was able to skillfully cut open the chest of his companions and take out the meat when he was a teenager. heart out.

And his own son, the child who inherited his flesh and blood, not only did nothing out of the ordinary, but also became the girl's dream lover.

You know, at his age, he has already started hiding around to tease the police.

"You were raised and disabled by that old woman, but it doesn't matter, you follow me from now on, and I will educate you well."

Al mentioned Mrs. Smith with contempt on his face. He was born with no positive emotions. He once stabbed to death the grandmother who raised him, and it is the same now.

Eric looked at him coldly, his mother's emerald green eyes were not soft at all, like sharp blades, with a threatening animalism.

He said coldly: "Don't confuse me with you."

Al raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled, "What is there to pretend in front of me? I am your father, and I know you better than anyone else."

He smiled meaningfully, "We are the same kind."

Some people are hunters by nature, and there's no hiding it.

Al handed the knife to Eric and guided him temptingly, "Son, I know it's not easy for you to endure until now, so take this opportunity well."

The tip of the knife was aimed at the lingering prey on the ground, "Do it, stab the knife in, and you will feel great happiness the moment the blood flows out."

Eric couldn't tell if there was excitement in the turbulent emotions in his heart at the moment, he just felt a burning pain in his palm, as if he was holding a soldering iron.

It was what Al said, they were the same kind, and he could feel the happiness he described, but that short-lived joy was overturned, and a deeper layer of pain and fear surfaced.

It was only at this moment that Eric realized that he had already become a domesticated lamb, and his body had long been covered with a thick layer of shackles.

Zhao Yutang, this hateful girl, she tamed him, he will be shackled forever, and every step he takes into the swamp has to suffer the torture of violating his oath, he no longer has the thrill of taking risks in the fringes, he only feels that he is about to lose Her fear.

Eric raised his eyes and stabbed the tip of the knife at Al suddenly, that terrifying face became distorted, and at this moment, he became the prey.

"You—" He clutched his stomach and staggered down, eyes full of disbelief.

The young man looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes were far colder and more ruthless than his, and in terms of cruelty, his son was better than him.

"Don't want me to leave her."

Eric murmured softly, under the beautiful skin was a soul that had been crazily split.

The point of the knife pierced down fiercely——

"Eric!"

Zhao Yutang was gasping for breath. She had just come here and saw this scene. The student lying on the ground didn't know if he was still breathing, while Eric was holding a knife and was about to hurt a strange man.

Eric turned his back to her, and the moment he heard her voice, he reflexively wanted to put down the knife, but he didn't. He held the knife handle tightly, not daring to turn his head back, not daring to look at the pair of hands that might be full of disgust. with frightened eyes.

Al clutched his bleeding abdomen and crawled on the ground in embarrassment, coughing from his throat.

Zhao Yutang closed his eyes, now this scene is simply terrible.

(End of this chapter)