I am a god in script killing

Chapter 22 The Traitor's Game (21)

【Hey, do you think it's my fault?Isn't this all following the script of the game? 】

Bo Jun complained helplessly in his heart, while still looking at Su Ziyu who pursed his lips indifferently.

"Yo, look who this is?"

The old Patriarch was stained with blood, grinning at Su Jiulan at the door: "Isn't this my well-behaved granddaughter? Why, is it touching or disgusting to hear your dog say that?"

"You killed my parents, so I don't owe you anything."

Bo Jun glanced past Su Ziyu who was standing silently, and looked at the distressed and crazy old Patriarch calmly:
"You want to harm me and my people, so it's not wrong for me to kill you."

When she said "my people", the eldest young master slightly raised his head to look at her from the corner of his eye.

Bo Jun didn't give him any response.

She stood like this, but took a step back in a trance, the fluorescent blue data swung away, but the person in front of Su Ziyu's eyes still didn't move.

In the data package, Bo Juan raised his eyes and looked at the three people standing in front of him——

【ding dong——】

[The completion of the script is qualified, it is detected that the player holds the "key", the script is activated, the character data is activated, and it is completed independently! ! 】

[Congratulations to the players for successfully completing the "Special Assignment" mission and giving life to the script world! 】

The system data changed, and 069 was stunned for a moment. After seeing the lights and shadows flickering on Bo Jun's body, a "person" who was exactly the same as the modeled body of "Su Jiulan" split out.

069 immediately opened his mouth in shock: "You—"

The blurred Bo Jun pressed his fingers between his lips, and said softly, "Shh."

"Is this finally figured out?"

Su Feng, who was covered in blood, laughed, full of malice:

"But without my letter of abdication and engraved seal, it is impossible for you to inherit the position of Patriarch. Some people want to kill you if your name is not right."

"Well," Su Jiulan blinked, and nodded thoughtfully, "You're right, it will indeed be wrong."

As she spoke, she walked slowly towards the place where the old man was staying, her posture was contemptuous, but her eyes were calm.

"Oh?"

The old man watched her walk over, and she stood in front of him with a blank expression, and said without mercy:

"So you are planning to let you raise this dog to continue torture me ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhin

Su Ziyu's pupils shrank suddenly, trembling slightly, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him——

Su Jiulan just grabbed the dagger from his hand and stabbed it into the wound that Su Ziyu had just stabbed!

Su Feng clenched his teeth, his old face trembling, staring at the girl in front of him: "You—"

"This is for my parents." Su Jiulan said lightly.

Su Feng's pupils trembled: "You little bastard——ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Su Jiulan drew out the knife, and inserted it in the same way amidst the scream, blood poured out of his hand: "This is for me and Xingmu."

"Jiulan..."

The eldest lady raised her hand, preventing Su Ziyu who was behind her from speaking.

She just looked down at the old man in front of her, and suddenly showed a cold smile, and saw herself raising her hand in Su Feng's trembling eyes——

Another knife!

"Ahhhh-!!"

Amidst such screams, Su Jiulan's voice was still clearly visible:
"This knife is returned for Ziyu, you are wrong, he is not my dog."

After a pause, Su Jiulan's voice softened a little, but remained firm:

"He was my one and only true friend and my heart's home."

The heart that had been raised suddenly fell, but it beat violently as if it had hit something again.

It seems to squeeze out all the hot blood, scald the limbs, and even the eyes are sour after a long time.

Su Ziyu exhaled tremblingly, and he didn't know how long it took before he heard himself calling the name of the person in front of him softly.

"Jiulan..."

Su Jiulan, who was holding the knife, dropped the dagger in this call.

He turned back and held the blood-stained but hot hand of the person behind him with his bloody hand——

hold tight.

(End of this chapter)