Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Soon, the blood-stained hand slid along Jōguchi Rei's waist and abdomen towards his legs. The force was so great that every time it brushed against his skin, it left red and purple marks.

Jōgō Ling moved his legs, wanting to kick out really.

Suddenly, the man stopped all his movements. As if he had thought of something, he took out a small knife from his body and slashed it twice. Fūya Rei felt a chill below his thigh.

He barely managed to keep his expression tense and avoid revealing any flaws.

He shuddered, his body instinctively shrinking, his face filled with fear and anger, his lower lip bitten to the point of bleeding.

The man's gaze lingered on his legs, and after pinching them here and there, he confirmed that Fūya Rei was completely original, then he breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground.

Masato Shiraishi's entire body was soaked in blood, and his face was terrifyingly pale.

After confirming that Amuro-kun was not Team Leader Kawaguchi who had disguised himself and had a fight with him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his head became dizzy due to excessive blood loss.

The corner of his mouth curled up in horror, he took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed it into his thigh.

The pain kept him awake. He moved his body, got up bravely and walked towards Amuro-kun.

Jōgō Rei's hair was soaked with sweat, he was breathing heavily, his clothes were half-naked, and the layers of scars on large areas of his skin gave him a pitiful and miserable feeling, as if he had been badly bullied.

This was a really exciting day. He was extremely nervous in order to prevent Shiraishi Masato from doing anything to him at any time. He also had to restrain his counterattacks while acting. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely and had no energy at all.

The key point is that I fought two consecutive fights today, both of which were life-and-death fights, and my physical strength and energy are completely exhausted at this time.

He felt as if his brain was blocked by a layer of obstruction and the world became blurry.

When he felt the burning temperature of his skin against the floor, he suddenly realized that he might have a fever.

At this moment, a rustling sound was heard, and Jōgō Rō closed his eyes and did not move, with an attitude of complete compromise and no longer resisting.

Anyway, the lunatic Masato Shiraishi is half dead now, and the possibility of him doing anything bad to him is extremely low, so he is too lazy to be on guard anymore.

Then, a hand grabbed his neck, and the huge force suffocated Rei Furuya, and he felt as if he was being strangled to death.

A familiar voice sounded above my head: "Alas, I actually don't want to scare Amuro-kun."

Shiraishi Masato showed a creepy smile at the corner of his mouth: "I'm sorry, Amuro-kun, I misunderstood you about one thing. But it doesn't matter, I can compensate you."

He spoke very slowly, inadvertently revealing a hint of calm madness. Ignoring Rei Furuya's trembling body, he lifted him up by the neck and asked with a grin, "For example, Uncle Masato would take off Kikuchi's head and let you kick it like a ball, is that okay?"

Fūya Rei pulled the corners of his mouth tiredly, and squeezed out a whisper from his throat, as light as a mosquito: "Okay!"

Shiraishi Masato's grip loosened, and Jōguchi Rei fell into a pile of stone sculptures. Sharp fragments on the ground left bloody marks all over his body, which looked like mysterious sacrificial texts engraved on his skin.

His brows were furrowed, and his look of enduring pain was both sacred and strange, full of the attraction that could drag people into hell.

Shiraishi Masato was silent for a moment, and the dizziness in his head became even worse.

It was definitely not that he was bewitched, but the wound on his body had not stopped bleeding.

Just while checking on Jōgō Rei, the strong smell of blood filled the basement, and the ground was soaked with blood.

Especially the one closest to him, Rei Furuya, his body was covered with his blood. If it weren't for his chest rising and falling, one would have thought it was a corpse.

Masato Shiraishi had penetrating wounds on both shoulders, but he still looked very excited, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

He sat down on the spot, glanced at the half-dead Furuya Rei, and said unhappily, "Hey, hey, hey, Amuro-kun, can you please cheer up a little? Don't act like I'm having sex with you."

As God knows, he just checked to see if there was any disguise.

The movements were a bit rough, and the strength was about the same as the strength used in giving people a bath in a public bathhouse, only a little bit stronger at most.

Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?

Furiya Rei struggled to shake his bound hands, and said wearily and feebly, "I'm sorry, I'm so tired."

His eyelids were already drooping.

"That sounds too much like afterthought," Shiraishi Masato complained, his voice weak, "Ah, I think I almost died of excessive blood loss."

But he had no intention of treating the wound. With a look of wanting to cause trouble on his face, he approached Furuya Rei and said venomously, "I have good news for you. The Kikuchi you hated is dead. Are you happy?"

Fūya Rei looked bewildered, as if he hadn't reacted. The next moment, he asked urgently, "Did you really kill him?"

He struggled to raise his upper body and said cheerfully, "Yes, you just said you wanted to give me Kikuchi's head. Since he's dead, go get it!"

Shiraishi Masato was amazed: "You are really cruel. It seems that Kikuchi has tortured you a lot."

"That's enough!" Fūya Ling said with a cold face, forcing himself to cheer up, "Go get the heads!"

Shiraishi Masato said maliciously, "Alas, there's nothing I can do about that. After all, Kikuchi died a long time ago in the organization's purge. This Kikuchi used to have a name: Kawaguchi Tei."

He stared at Amuro-kun's suddenly blank expression, and the subtle despair and hatred that rose between his brows. He spoke softly, with a tone of pity and sadness, "How pitiful, Amuro-kun, how pitiful! You don't even know who entered your body."

"Is it Kawaguchi Tei? How could it be Kawaguchi Tei…"

The blond young man repeated himself in a whisper as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

"Maybe it's Kawaguchi, maybe it's Kikuchi, maybe it's someone else. After all, Amuro-kun can't see it. Just disguise the voice, like now..."

Shiraishi Masato coughed lightly, and when he spoke again, he turned into Kikuchi's coldness: "Amuro-kun, who am I?"

His voice changed and became the majestic and cheerful voice of Kawaguchi Tei again: "Amuro-kun, do you know who I am now?"

He changed again, and his lively and unrestrained voice seemed to appear along with rock music: "Amuro-kun, I found your home."

Finally, the voice returned to Shiraishi Masato's teasing yet nasty voice: "So, Amuro-kun, who is the person who has been with you, touching you, and torturing you?"

The voices intertwined together, and the blond young man suddenly covered his head with his hands, tears falling from his empty eyes. Shiraishi Masato's words were like a sharp blade, completely piercing the blond young man's heart, causing the young man's already precarious spirit to completely collapse.

He knelt on the ground, the world seemed to collapse, as if his soul had been sucked out, leaving only an empty shell.