Chapter 735 Long Absence, the Taste of Blood

Nan Xun inadvertently swept the cold light in Gong Chen's eyes and was stunned.

It's him!

Almost instantly, she thought of Gong Chen, the young man sitting in a luxury car, whom she had seen for the first time.

That kind of cold gaze, just glanced at it, seems to be grabbed by the mind, and the whole body is wrapped in the coldness, unable to move.

Gong Chen slowly stood up from the ground.

He picked up the fruit knife that Huamao had dropped on the ground, stood in front of Huamao, and looked down at him condescendingly, like a king staring at an ant that could be pinched to death at any time.

Suddenly, Gong Chen leaned over and swung the knife twice briskly. The knife was so sharp that it even reflected a silver light when he swung it.

In the next second, Hua Mao screamed again, and two bloody cuts were drawn on his face.

Hua Mao looked at the boy who suddenly went into a rage. Before he could react any more, Gong Chen suddenly grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up like a chicken.

Huamao's neck was strangled, his mouth was wide open, his eyes protruded, and his throat made a rattling sound, and he looked like he was going to be out of breath at any time. The hand on his throat, but found that the more he struggled, the tighter the force,

In the end, he didn't dare to struggle, but desperately raised his head and opened his mouth, trying to absorb oxygen.

Gong Chen suddenly let go of his hand, giving him a chance to breathe, but the next second he grabbed the placket of his shirt instead, grabbed the colorful hair on his head with the other hand, raised his head, and slammed it. Hit the wall.

Hua Mao's coughing and doomed gasps were interrupted by a hoarse moan.

"Is the tattoo on my face bad? You actually want to destroy it?" Gong Chen's cold voice drifted into Huamao's ears.

Hua Mao hurriedly begged for mercy while he was still awake: "Little brother will never dare again! Big brother spare your life! Little brother will be a bull and a horse for big brother in the future, and it's okay to kill and set fire!"

"You still want to scratch my face?" Gong Chen asked again, slamming his forehead against the wall again.

With a bang, it hit hard.

A strand of blood ran down Hua Mao's forehead, blurring his vision.

"Do you know what's under my tattoo? It's a knife scar."

"You were still wearing open-crotch pants when I killed you. How dare you come out with such a little skill?"

Every time Gong Chen said a word, he pressed Hua Mao's forehead and slammed against the wall.

The gangsters next to him were all stunned, and Chen Hanran's legs were even weaker, and he almost fell to his knees without standing still.

"Xiao Ba, Gong Chen won't kill people, right?" Nan Xun was also shocked.

A blood hole had been knocked out of the man's forehead, and the blood flowed down the corner of his eyes, and his face was smeared with blood.

Xiao Ba was quite calm, "Big Boss has beaten and killed people too many times. He is measured and won't kill people. Do you think the look of this flower hair is scary now?"

Nan Xun said yes.

Xiao Ba immediately said: "Master remembers that there is a world where you look more scary, your body is covered in blood, and you have been hit with many knives and bullets all over your body, you have become a bloody person, tsk tsk, that is miserable, if there is no Lord shields you from the pain, and you will die of pain."

Xiao Ba asked her after gulping, "Do you still remember which world it is?"

Nan Xun frowned slightly and replied lightly, "I don't remember."

"Ow, how can you not remember your death so tragically? It's Xiaobai, the world where you became a man! The big boss is Yan Luo, he hugged your corpse and cried like a dog..."

Nan Xun pursed his lips tightly, and the hand holding the wall suddenly tightened.

"Xiao Ba, you have a really good memory." Nan Xun was expressionless.

Xiao Ba said humbly: "Ashamed and ashamed, Lord only remembers how you died in each world, and other details are forgotten."

Nan Xun: "Hehe, do you still want to publish a book?"

Xiao Ba was shocked: "How do you know? The lingering love story between you and the big boss in every world, the lord keeps it in notebooks, but only the general plot, when you get old and can't walk anymore, the lord will give these books to Look, you can hold them and reminisce about the years we have worked together for merit! You will remember that there was a mythical beast named Xiaoba that led you to fly. coax--"

Nan Xun interrupted it: "Xiao Ba, take a break first, aren't you tired of talking so much?"

Xiao Ba was moved and said: "I'm not tired, thank you dear for your concern, there is still some spiritual power to communicate with you."

Nan Xun rolled his eyes to the sky.

Idiot little eight.

"What the hell are you doing, let's go together!" One of the stunned gangsters suddenly shouted.

Several thugs rushed up, two of them still holding sticks, and greeted Gong Chen directly behind him.

Gong Chen seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly let go of his hand and let Huamao fall to the ground. He turned around quickly, lowered his body to avoid the stick, swept across it with one foot, and kicked everyone in the stomach.

After that kick, several gangsters curled up into worms on the ground in pain, their faces wrinkled together.

Gong Chen stepped on a person with one foot, waved his arm, and the fruit knife in his hand stabbed into the palm of his hand fiercely, stabbing it in the opposite direction.

The screams of the little gangster made Gong Chen smile deeply, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc of great pleasure.

And the foot he stepped on the little gangster's stomach also moved slightly, and instead stepped on the bleeding palm, and pressed back and forth with the toes a few times.

In the repeated screams, Gong Chen slowly crouched down and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

The little gangster sobbed and replied, "It doesn't hurt."

"Oh? It doesn't hurt? Then do it again." After speaking, Gong Chen stabbed with another knife, penetrating the man's other hand.

The little gangster screamed in agony and wanted to call him father in pain.

Gong Chen slowly walked in front of the other gangster. The gangster was so frightened that his hands were smashed together, and he desperately crawled forward, but he still couldn't avoid the knife in the opponent's hand.

The knife came down and slashed his face directly.

The cold-faced boy even drew a picture on the gangster's face with a knife blade, showing a relaxed attitude.

The little bastard trembled in pain, but he never dared to say a word.

"Does it hurt?" Gong Chen asked him in a low voice, with a biting coldness in his dead eyes.

With the lessons learned, the man nodded quickly: "It hurts."

"It hurts? When you hit me just now, why didn't you know it hurt?"

The man cried and said: "Big brother, oh no, uncle! Little brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong! But we also use money to do things, it's him! It's that stinky boy who hired us to fix you!"

Chen Hanran was pointed at by the gangster, and then looked at Gong Chen's cold look, his whole body trembled, and then he trembled.

"Gong Chen, I... No, I didn't think about it..." Chen Hanran stuttered and was speechless, and his face became even paler.

Gong Chen slightly curled his lips towards him, his eyes staring at him, but the hand holding the fruit knife stabbed into the gangster's palm fiercely, exactly, and stabbed several times in a row.

It wasn't until he stabbed everyone's palms, and his face that he thought was a very artistic painting, that Gong Chen was satisfied and handed the blood-stained knife to the tip of his nose.

Amid the moaning and screaming around him, he took a deep breath and sighed in enjoyment, "The smell of long-lost blood..."