The long black hair that was tightly held in the hands was cut off.

He raised his head and saw that the guy who was only one step away from being forced to the dead end to return to a safe distance. The other party half lowered his eyebrows and his fluttering hair slightly covered his cheeks.

He heard the sob and saw the man's eyes turning red from tears, the blood vessels under his skin squirting, and the red neck turned the flowers on the side of his neck into pink peony.

Why are you crying?

An Wujiu's tears fell beautifully, and transparent tears slid to the corners of his mouth, dripping into blood stains, pale lips and jawlines, everything was just right, and even his frown brows had a delicate sense of fragility.

"It's so...it hurts." He spoke in a slow tone, slowly lifted the back of his left hand, and wiped away the tears from his cheek.

Chen Ti felt the intense pain on his wrist at this time, but he couldn't loosen his fingers and held An Wujiu's broken hair tightly.

"It hurts so much."

It was just three words, but his tone completely changed.

In an instant, everyone noticed something was wrong.

The clean and beautiful face was a crazy smile like a cultist. He held the long sword that was originally aware of, and the tip of the knife was aimed straight at his throat.

"Do you like my hair so much?"

"I'll give it to you as a souvenir."

An Wujiu smiled nervously, unable to stop, and his scattered hair half-covered his eyes.

This smile seemed to be not a smile, but the sound of the nail tip scratching on the metal, which was creepy.

This sudden change did not surprise Chen Di, or even a little surprised. He stared at An Wujiu and saw blood dripping from his chin.

A nosebleed.

An Wujiu also realized that he raised his hand and wiped the blood from the back of his hand. The red blood directly rubbed against his cheek, but he was still smiling, "Sorry, I seem to be so excited."

Then his smile stopped for a moment, and he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his blood-stained index finger. His tone was gentle, and even with a little pleasing that the weak used.

"After that being said, how do I look kind? Do you still like it?"

His wrist was raised.

Everyone outside the duel threshold with murderous intent held their breath.

The next second, the teasing tip of the knife cut off and maintained it, and the cautious button fell down, and mixed with blood rolled to An Wujiu's feet.

"I hate it so much. It's so strange. How could I become like that just now?"

The smile on his face stopped, and he took a deep breath of the fishy and sweet air, spit out, and blow away the hair that blocked his eyes, "Maybe he is sick."

After saying that, An Wujiu bit the end of the thread with his teeth, pulled it hard, and pulled the suture of the wound expressionlessly. Blood flowed down his white arms and fell to the ground drop by drop.

But he didn't even frown.

"I spent 10,000 scoops to get it done, and it's very expensive to sew again." An Wujiu stared at the wound and murmured to himself.

Staring at him carefully.

This person is the same as he thought, something is wrong.

I still wanted to try it, but before I could even get out of my legs, An Wujiu predicted his next behavior.

"Let's call later." He also made a pause gesture, then used his left hand to pull his hair, as if he was sorting out his image, and then walked forward a few steps, looking at the people watching the wall through a layer of blood-colored light curtain, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his blood-stained hands, and grinned a smile that he thought was friendly, "Is there any cigarette?"

Everyone stood there in a daze.

An Wujiu in front of him seemed to have completely changed.

This face is no longer forever calm, but is now full of dramatic life. He held the blood on his head and asked for cigarettes at the critical moment of life and death like a madman.

But his face and his body have not changed at all, and he is still the same as before, and even his memories are coherent.

Ueno, who was closest to the duel threshold for some reason, was frightened by him and took a step back and replied stutteringly: "No, no, Mr. An."

His eyes swept across everyone, and An Wujiu's face showed a disappointed expression, "No..." He pursed his lips, "Where is electronic? Amphetamines? It's really not possible, so cocoa butter is also okay."

Zhong Yirou noticed that his speech speed was different from before, becoming smooth and fast.

Silence and retreat were the only answers An Wujiu got. He was bored and rolled his eyes irritably, "No one can be exchanged, a bunch of poor..."

Before he finished speaking, An Wujiu turned around suddenly, avoiding Chen Ti's attack as if he had the ability of a prophet.

The steel bar hit the closed light curtain of the duel threshold, and the data grid shattered like exploded glass residue, which quickly recovered with the sizzling sound.

At this moment, An Wujiu finally faced the opponent in front of him.

He raised his hand, held his forehead, and walked towards Chen Ti as if he was remembering something, "Oh, I almost forgot, you just told me that you want to fight quickly, right?"

He curled his lips and An Wujiu's peach blossom eyes were bent into a crescent moon. He paced, walked around the back of Chen Di, and leaned closer to his left ear and explained to himself in a low voice: "Sorry, I have something wrong with my brain, it's not very good."

The smile in his tone was creepy.

The next second, An Wujiu came to Chen Ti's back, pressed the tip of his knife against his spine, and asked an irrelevant question with that child-like expression, "By the way, have you ever watched horror movies?"

"I really like watching, especially in a virtual reality theater. It's very exciting. You can feel that the ghost is behind you." An Wujiu even trembled, as if he thought about it and felt terrible.

"Wearing a mask," he stretched out his fingers, slowly slashing his fingertips across his guard's right shoulder. "Do you know... what is a tried-and-true trick used to scare the audience?"

The entire duel room was unreasonably quiet.

An Wujiu leaned into his quiet right ear and said the answer to himself.

“jumpscare.”

After saying that, An Wujiu suddenly stretched out his hands, pretended to be scary, and made a scream of imitating a beast, but it was not scary at all, and it was even a little cute.

Chen Ti was naturally not scared by him.

"How is it?" An Wujiu walked back to Chen Ti, with his hands behind his back, "Did I learn like this?"

"What do you think?" Chen Ti's voice was gloomy.

An Wujiu smiled, "Is your sneak attack just now very cute? I haven't encountered such a cute sneak attack in a long time."

Children's version of jumping scare.

He kept laughing like a child who was amused by the comedian's tricks. His hands holding weapons were hanging down, relaxed and unprepared. While laughing, he said in a diligent manner: "For the sake of your cuteness, I will teach you..."

Just when everyone didn't know how to react, An Wujiu's smile disappeared in an instant.

“What is the real jumpscare.”

A cold light flashed, and the silver sword attacked with completely irresistible force and irresistible speed.

He raised his hand and slashed hard at Chen Ti's head.

crack.

The cracks broke open.

Bang-

The false Guanyin statue produced with biochemical materials and machinery breaks in half and falls on the ground, and then appears an extremely handsome face.

An Wujiu stared at him, his eyes filled with surprise, but his expression was so innocent.

"Ah, did you scare you?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm just curious from the first time I saw you, what exactly you look like."

His short black hair was messy due to the battle, and was stuck to his forehead by sweat. His skin color was slightly deeper than that of Wujiu. His bones were three-dimensional, his skin was good, and his lines were delicate and neat. There was a ruby ​​the size of blood drops between his eyebrows. The coral beads on his earlobes were shaking, and his whole body exuded a strong sense of alienity.

The most unique one is the pair of eyes, the color of the pupils is between the shafrey stone and the patotis, which is a transparent and subtle blue-green.

Humans often like to carve the gods they believe in like this.

He curled up the corner of his mouth, An Wujiu glanced at Chen Ti's long hair that was still tightly clamped, and the tip of the knife shining with cold light slowly moved up along Chen Ti's side face, like a grinding.

"The Chinese people advocate etiquette and exchanges, you took my hair..."
Chapter completed!