Fall in love with the sick boss in Fear Tour

When he heard the words Pei Zhixia, his hand trembled subconsciously, did he enter 2016 again?

Do you want to go out?Fang Xi's eyes fell on the photo.

The boy in the photo has indifferent and distant eyes, as if hiding all suffering behind a calm back.

"Pei Zhixia, get under my crotch and let you go today."

An extremely joking and mocking voice sounded, Fang Xi raised his head suddenly, his pupils widened severely.

"Get your phone and prepare to record the screen."

The school uniform on Pei Zhixia's body was wet, her black hair was also wet on her face, her face was indifferent, and she was so pale that she could not resist.

It's time to struggle, but the heart is dead, and resistance has become indifferent.

Pei Zhixia closed his eyes indifferently. Seeing that he was indifferent, the group of people had already reached out their hands to grab his collar.

Countless hands grabbed his body, as if trying to shatter his soul.

Until——Pei Zhixia's eyes that were about to close were startled, and the door of the file room was suddenly opened.

A figure suddenly rushed out.

This time he was holding a piece of white water pipe in his hand. Compared with the last time he waved it wildly, this time the boy was obviously much calmer.

Many people were caught off guard before they could react, and there were screams everywhere.

Then that figure stood in front of him.

Pei Zhixia was slightly stunned, and slowly raised his head, looking at the young man's back.

"you again!"

The students obviously also found out that this is the guy who was in the toilet last time, and the leader of the boss looked at Fang Xi with a ferocious face: "You are done, the dean will not come this time!"

He was right, the location of the archives was remote, that's why they chose to drag Pei Zhixia here.

Fang Xi smiled sweetly at him.

"You still dare to laugh?!" The boss stared like a copper bell, and was about to walk over in one step, but Fang Xi suddenly poked the water pipe in his hand towards his lower body.

"Sneak Attack - Deadly Strike (Chicken)"

The boss immediately rolled to the ground with a groan.

Fang Xi stuck out his tongue, slammed the door over to block a few rushing steps, and stretched out his hand to hold Pei Zhixia's hand, "Run, run."

Pei Zhixia was dragged up by him in a daze, her amber eyes fell on the hands of the two of them.

Fang Xi tugged, but didn't move, turned his head and saw Pei Zhixia who was in a daze, and suddenly became a little anxious: "You run!"

Those students had already pushed open the door, and chased after them viciously.

Pei Zhixia came back to her senses in a daze, then caught a glimpse of the anxious brows of the young man, moved her lips, and finally raised her feet and followed Fang Xi's pace and walked forward.

It was noon at this time, and everyone stayed in the cafeteria. As soon as Fang Xi and Pei Zhixia rushed into the teaching building, the group of students didn't dare to chase anymore, and could only stare at the two figures with stern eyes and disappeared.

Fang Xi smiled and pulled Pei Zhixia to hide in a classroom. He just took a breath when he suddenly felt his hand being thrown away. He was taken aback and turned to look at Pei Zhixia.

Only to find that the boy turned his face away.

Immediately, she pursed her mouth aggrieved: "No way, you are so heartless, I just saved you!"

"What's the use of you saving me, those people will hate you too." Pei Zhixia's voice was thin and hoarse.

"What are you afraid of, call back when you come," Fang Xi hummed nonchalantly, and wanted to move his body, but suddenly hissed in a low voice.

Pei Zhixia's eyes moved slightly, and she turned her head subconsciously, "What's wrong?"

Fang Xi touched his knee, and pitifully picked up a piece of torn clothing, which must have been accidentally caught by something when he was running.

Looking at the bleeding wound, Fang Xi was a little sad: "778, I won't be the first host to die in the game due to tetanus."

778 didn't know, 778 didn't want to talk to him, and 778 felt that his performance was going to drop again.