When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

Bian Shao was crushed at the entrance of a dark alley.

The murderer was very interested in observing the changes in his demeanor, trying to find anger and shock and pain similar to being betrayed, but there was nothing.

He behaved calmly, as expected.

Bian Shao just raised his lower eyelids, his peach blossom eyes sparkle with emotion without emotion, giving people endless reverie.

"Brother Murderer, I have money, a lot of money, how much can the young master above you give you? I can give you several times." Bian Shao tried his best to make the victim feel forced and helpless when he was held hostage, But he instinctively uttered sweet words, "Follow me, no loss."

murderer:……

It's like a little love.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He didn't believe that the young man who was accustomed to speaking skills would not call the police after escaping, so he impatiently pressed the neck of the man under his hands, very thin, just one click, and the other party seemed to be strangled by the back of the neck Rabbit, be quiet.

Bian Shao's face was flushed red first, then bruised and purple, he couldn't breathe, his eyes were only the bright purple in the dark, the young man's hands trembled, and the nurse grabbed his arm tightly.

In fact, how can a weak woman's strength match that of a grown man?

The purple-haired youth was silent, not daring to raise his eyes to meet his gaze.Gradually, the young man's bright purple hair seemed to be dimmed in Bian Shao's eyes.

It took him a long time to realize that he was lack of oxygen and was going to die again.

Or be killed by the same person a second time.

Only this time, he is the young master of the Bian family. After his death, this murderer will definitely be brought to justice.

That's right, he used his original identity.

Then, he is about to die here, at the age of 22, won't he cease to exist?

It's not that Mao Yao Shushu can be resurrected after death, this time he used his real body, he is really dead when he dies, and the mission must also be finished.

How could this be?

"Help, help..." Bian Shao's eyes widened suddenly. The murderer didn't expect him to come out like this, as if the snake whose head had been cut off came back to life. loose.

Bian Shao took the opportunity to raise his leg, stretched it, and kicked hard.

The murderer groaned, bent down, and almost rolled on the spot. The kick was too hard, and he felt that his happiness for the rest of his life would be ruined.But it doesn't seem to be that important whether a murderer is happy for half of his life...

Bian Shao didn't hesitate, he turned around and wanted to run, but he didn't expect that there was a cold object behind his arm, and the pain from the needle pricked him only for a moment.

He turned his head and met the nurse's cloudy eyes, and the nurse said fiercely, "You can't go!"

Some liquid was pushed into the needle under his hand, and Bian Shao soon became weak and fell to the ground limp.

narcotics or something

Bian Shao didn't have time to think, he closed his eyes in a daze, he was so tired, he just wanted to fall asleep completely.

Because of this, he couldn't see that the murderer held his crotch for a long time before straightening up, picked up the stone, and hit him hard on the head.

There was thick black hair on the back of the head, and soon some red liquid spilled out, staining the ground.

The purple-haired young man was in a trance, he was actually glad that he passed out and couldn't feel the pain of death.

The murderer was completely angry, regardless of the consequences, and wanted to continue. He raised the stone, intending to throw it at the young man's delicate and pale face, but he paused again, with a strange expression on his face.

"How could it be so similar..." He was not too happy, thinking of a young man who was killed by him many years ago, wearing a floral shirt like a butterfly, when he and a group of gangsters pushed him against the wall, he also kicked him there .

Maybe it was the first time he killed someone, so the murderer still clearly remembers that the butterfly youth with complicated and disgusted peach blossom eyes, smiling lips, high nose bridge and cold white skin...

He actually gradually merged with this young and flamboyant young man under his hand.

The murderer was horrified.

hell

He was frightened, and his first reaction was to kick the head with his leg, trying to destroy the boy.

Zimao didn't expect the murderer to be so ruthless, and finally couldn't restrain his fists and rushed over.

"Boom!" In just a moment, the black-clothed murderer fell to the ground.

His forehead was injured by the thrown object, and the bright red liquid flowed on the ground, which was worse than that of the comatose teenager, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

Zimao stood there in a daze, turned around subconsciously, and saw the tall and thin figure standing at the entrance of the alley, familiar yet unfamiliar.

A mature, handsome and indifferent young man stood under the street lamp like the only light in the dark night.

The murderer is still struggling, struggling.

Without any hesitation, he walked quickly into the darkness, then bent down and picked up the mobile phone that had smashed the murderer's head. The screen of the mobile phone was still on, it was the call page, and the contact person was the two words "Book" Book".

Obviously, when Xiao An went back to the rental house, he saw the traces of the smashed glass on the window, and found that Bian Shao had run away with someone, and ran out angrily in the middle of the night, calling Bian Shao frantically, looking for someone nearby, and found him .

They found the teenager lying unconscious on the ground, his face was pale, and his forehead was bleeding from a blow.

Almost instantly, the memory of the moment when he went to the small clinic to identify the corpse a few years ago came back to life, panic spread in his heart, and burned all his reason like a flame.

The black-haired young man bent down and tightly grasped the skirt of the black-clothed murderer. Before he got up, he smashed the corner of the mobile phone.

Again and again, the corners of his eyes were bright red, and his clean and indifferent eyebrows were splashed with blood.

After years of searching, years of tossing and turning in nightmares, at this moment, he really wanted to kill this person.

The nurse had never met Xiao An who was so cold and disregarded his future, and he was holding an empty needle and didn't know what to do.

She didn't care about how she thought about the next thing. In the past few seconds, the sharp sound of the police siren cut through the long night.

The nurse almost turned around and wanted to run, but her slender wrist was held. She turned her head and saw the purple-haired young man, a bastard and rebellious son, with tears on his face at this moment, and said to her: "Mom, don't run away, you can't run away!" Dropped. You go in, I will see you, and I will wait for you to come out, I will find a job, and I will never fool around again, okay?"

"Mom, turn around." He choked up.

"..."

After all, she stopped in her tracks, but she turned her head and smiled, her voice was very old, together with the fine lines around her eyes, she formed an ordinary middle-aged woman who had been busy for half her life.

The sound of the police approached, and the sound of footsteps came from near the entrance of the alley.

"Then you live well."

Zimao choked up and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, thinking that his mother would turn around, hold his hand again, and then frankly surrendered.

But the nurse shook her head: "But I..." I couldn't turn my head back.

After all, she didn't finish her sentence. She turned her eyes and looked at the gloomy sky in the dark night. It rained tonight, and the black mist covered the moonlight, and there was no light.

There is no light in Angang District.

Some are just madmen struggling in the dark, or dead people.

Suddenly, she laughed mockingly, looked at the out-of-control black-haired young man in the corner, and silently turned her eyes cold.

...

The black-haired young man grabbed the skirt of the murderer, punching and punching, his eyes were red, and he didn't notice that the comatose young man at his feet opened his eyes, staring at his atrocities in a daze.

The word Chunliang was completely torn apart in the chaos and violence, leaving only his original appearance.

Bian Shao rubbed his aching head in a daze, smelling the bloody smell in the air, he had never seen such a scene, his hands and feet felt numb for a while, he got up after a long time, and pulled hard.

"Don't, don't hit, people will die, the police are here."

His thin white palm landed on the shoulder of the black-haired young man, and the other party looked back, his plain white cheeks were stained with blood, like a plum in the snow, showing a daze.And those dark eyes were deep, and seemed to devour him, Xiao An whispered softly: "Are you still alive?"

Bian Shao nodded, his legs softened politely.

Not fear, but——

Battle damage madly criticizes beauties, beauty has a broken leg! !

But the young man came back to his senses, put down the murderer who was almost passed out under his command, raised his face, hugged his waist tightly like a winding vine, buried him in the crest of his neck and took a deep breath of his scent, Out of control and frantic.

Bian Shao was dumbfounded.

amount……

Both of them had blood stains on their faces, so the smell should be blood, right?

Bian Shao was startled, and subconsciously pushed his chest away, trying to reject this suffocating hug, but the other party bit his neck.

This is a tough gesture of absolute possession, but Bian Shao can feel the fangs falling on his neck, and tremble slightly.

Beauty is restless, so he is seeking security.

The mature and crazy treasure is simply a killer weapon, Bian Shao's heart was burning hot at that moment, and he jumped wildly.

Xiao An was still whispering in his ear: "Don't be afraid of me."

He almost killed the murderer.

He even felt a morbid and viscous pleasure the moment he struck...

…the bad kind.

Those people were never wrong.

But when the boy woke up and looked at him with dazed peach blossom eyes, he was like a black bear with its skin peeled off, feeling unbearable and terrified of the ugliness under his skin.

He wants to pretend to be a man, pretend to be enough to make the boy like him.

"An'an." Bian Shao couldn't hold back, and praised him unabashedly in the young man's ear, "You look so beautiful just now when you beat up the bad guy for me, even with blood on your face."

Xiao An's body shook, and he hugged him even harder. In an instant, the dark corner was illuminated, and his heart was full of joy.

His slutty gods accepted him who was base and crazy and pompous.

Then he couldn't help but greedily think, if he continued, would the prodigal god accept his love?

It's very possible, right?He met a soft-hearted god.

But the smile on his lips didn't last for two seconds, Zimao's scream suddenly came from behind, and a slender figure rushed towards Bian Shao's back with a sharp weapon, without hesitation, he turned around and blocked it.

It doesn't matter if he dies. This time, he doesn't want to endure endless responsibilities, and he doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes. He wants to live a selfish life for himself.

It's like the boy seriously said to him: "Listen, you have to love yourself first."

But he blocked it.

The young man in his arms hugged his broad back tightly, fluttering like a butterfly, and with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he turned around hard.

If possible, Bian Shao really wanted to sing:

"The magic of love goes round and round

Missing you sweetly, the smile is right in front of you

But I am afraid that love is just a moment. "

But Bian Shao was doomed to die, and he felt the numbness and pain of the blade a few years ago. It hurt so much that he couldn't even make a sound.

The blood flowed more and more uncontrollably, and the black-haired young man frantically blocked it with his palm, Bian Shao thought: There are many ways to kill me, but it is definitely not the one that hurts me to death.

Consciousness became fuzzy, Bian Shao was very nervous, comparing the pain of his two deaths, numbness, it still hurts this time.

Why is the nurse's knife so blunt? ! !

However, this time he was in pain, anyway, the object of blocking the knife was not Zimao, but a beauty.He didn't die in Zimao's arms, but in the arms of a beauty, and his sense of satisfaction increased!

The beauty's eye circles gradually turned red, and her black eyes were tainted with broken despair. He hugged the pale young man in his arms, fearing that if he exerted force, the other party would burst like a bubble if he touched it.

The beauty even shed tears with a thrilling beauty.

Even if Bian Shao is a ghost, he wants to be flirtatious. He tries hard to open his tired eyes, to see more clearly.

However, he still lost a lot of blood and passed out. He was rushed to the ambulance and sent to the ICU.

...

Time passed silently, crossing, task, confusion, a few words run through all of them.

Bian Shao opened his eyes tiredly, the knock on the door disturbed him, and Father Bian shouted outside: "Stinky boy, have you stayed at home and slept for half a month? Today is your brother Chang Yi's return home day, you This time, no matter what, you have to pick up the plane!"

Bian Shao turned on the phone in a daze, and when he woke up this time, another four years passed in an instant.

At this time, he was 22 years old and had just graduated from university. He returned to the original origin of the story, but it was not the same origin.

The 444 system got out of the small black room. It has been haunted and haunted recently, and suddenly said: "Today is also the day when the task target Xiao An was discharged from the hospital. The rent of his residential building has risen. He has no money to live in and will be kicked out by the landlord."

The author has something to say:

If I were a typewriter,

If I were a typewriter...

If I were a typewriter!! [Gritting fists and gnashing teeth]