The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

  Chapter 613

   Chi Nuan just inserted the incense and turned around.

  The kind smile pretense has long since disappeared.

  The whole person reveals a kind of hysterical madness.

   "People like you don't know how unfair the world really is—it's okay, I'll let you know..."

  But the sound of friction between the rope and the skin and the cloth suddenly sounded.

   Very light, but fast.

  It seemed to have accumulated strength and exploded in an instant.

  The metal blade fell to the ground and made a very light Dala sound.

  The blood stained the sharp blade, bounced up with the force of the fall, and then the blood beads were thrown out and splashed on the ground half a meter away.

   That cannot be called a knife, nor can it be called a blade.

   It can only be said that it looks like two sections cut from the blade of a utility knife.

   There is not even a place to grasp, so he can only rely on flesh and blood to resist and grind the rope.

  Rong Qing twitched violently, and after pulling his hand out of the rope, his blood-stained hand tore off the reddish-brown Buddhist beads on his wrist.

   rustling—

  The rope connecting the prayer beads was torn abruptly, and the three circles of small beads seemed to flicker for a moment, and suddenly slipped out of Rong Qing's wrist, with a crackling sound like a summer rainstorm falling.

  The soaring hostility directly collided with the evil god.

  The hostility was so strong that Rong Qing's eyes didn't even have a gleam of light, but his expression was still cold, as if he was sitting on a dark Buddhist altar.

  Strange and evil but holy, the power of the evil **** is much worse, and the color is much dimmed after being knocked back by a blow.

   "Mom!" Su Xi panicked all of a sudden, her bugs were instantly blown away, and she ran towards Chi Nuan without a sense of security, not paying any attention to Chi Nuan's action of pushing her away just now.

   And Chi Nuan looked at the scene in front of him incomprehensibly.

The young man with blood on his hands slowly sat up, holding one hand on his wrist, the blood dripped, and the corners of his lips began to turn red strangely. The unseen hostility retreated three feet step by step from the power that originally occupied this world.

  Rong Qing looked at the two of them quietly, and then gave a low laugh.

"How can it be?!"

   Chi Nuan's voice suddenly became sharp, and he took two steps back.

   "You are only in your teens, how is it possible? How is it possible?"

  Her eyes fell on the Buddhist beads scattered at Rong Qing's feet again.

Without the suppressing effect, the original reddish-brown Buddha beads seem to have experienced years of oxidation, and they are rapidly becoming dull, and the blood-red color has disappeared without a trace. Broken common wood products.

   "That prayer bead..."

  Chi Nuan finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and finally realized what they had been ignoring.

  Rong Qing's fate can indeed be used to do many things, but what she sees is Rong Qing's suppressed fate, and now... she can't easily touch Rong Qing.

  “When I was young, my temper was actually very bad.”

  Rong Qing gave a low cough, and spoke slowly.

   "I'm not in good health, and the noisy people around me are annoying, so I always think, why do these people want to live in this world?"

  Rong Qing tilted his head slightly, staring at Chi Nuan, with undisguised contempt and arrogance in his eyes.

  Negative emotions are like wild animals being let out of their cages.

"But these emotions are wrong, I know, I have to restrain, and I have been full of hostility since I was young, and others dare not provoke it. From restraint to gentleness, I have never been simple in these years, what I want, what I want to do , no one has ever been able to stop—and indeed, I have endured you for a long time."

  (end of this chapter)