Chapter 863: The Innocent Landlord and the Pretty Tenant (24)

The old man thought that with Bai Yao as a scapegoat to delay the process, he would have a chance to escape. It seemed that it was indeed as he thought. He quickly ran forward a few steps and when he reached the aisle, his left leg suddenly felt cold. He suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

After a long while, he felt his pants quickly get wet by the warmth and the smell of blood in the air was particularly strong. He trembled and looked back. What he saw was the horrible appearance of his left leg separated from his body.

He screamed.

A thread with blood beads on it was faintly visible against the bloody background, suggesting that this place had long been occupied by a dangerous monster.

Bai Yao did not fall to the ground, but fell into a familiar embrace.

The young man's white hair was scattered, like dense silk threads, and like the bright moonlight, flying freely, half wrapping him and the person in his arms. If he lowered his head at this time, his fangs would break the skin on her neck, and she would definitely be a prey that could not escape.

His eyes were too red, and his face, which always had a "sunny and cheerful" smile, was now expressionless and gloomy, showing that he was very angry now.

Bai Yao raised her hand and touched his cold face, "Li Tuan Tuan, I'm fine."

Li Gui said nothing, he wanted to kill people now.

Bai Yao took the initiative to admit her mistake, "Okay, I will pay attention next time and won't be so disrespectful to the elderly and the young."

Li Gui bent down, pressed her face into his chest, sniffed the scent of her neck, opened his mouth slightly, and gently bit the skin on her neck.

He really wanted to inject venom like this, just a little bit, to make Bai Yao powerless, so that she wouldn't run around everywhere and always get into danger.

Bai Yao touched his head and straightened his hair, which was fluffy and tangled because of the frizz. She didn't feel any danger from him at all. From beginning to end, she just regarded him as an ordinary lover.

Ligui's lips moved slightly, and finally he just kissed her neck lightly, and said in a muffled voice: "Yaoyao, you can't live without me, so don't leave me."

"Yeah, I know, I won't leave you easily."

Sometimes she was too strong, often pressing Ligui on the carpet, or on the bed, or on the sofa... In short, as long as she was in the mood, she would wantonly press him down in any place and do whatever she wanted, leaving Ligui with no power to fight back.

But when she was submissive, she would really bow her head quickly, and no matter what he said, she would say "OK".

Ligui loved and hated her, but he couldn't vent his anger, so he could only force himself to grind his teeth.

Not long ago, Bai Yao finally pushed the ruby ​​into his hair, and he stopped bleeding, but Bai Yao's hands were stained red by his blood. She took out some snacks for him to kill time, then got up to wash her hands. On the way back, she saw an old man who had fallen.

Li Gui raised his head and looked up the stairs, where blood was flowing down the stairs, and the strong smell of blood was getting closer and closer. The crisscrossing silk threads that were rarely seen by the naked eye were shaking gently, suggesting that the prey was struggling to death.

Unlike those monsters who have been suppressed for a long time and are thirsty for blood, Li Gui has Bai Yao. The resentment, pain, and unwillingness in the past seem to have become less important. Therefore, his mood has always been very peaceful. He has not thought about intervening too much and taking away the joy of slaughtering the residents of Rose Building.

But sometimes, some unexpected situations will force him to take action.

Bai Yao held Li Gui's cold face and rubbed it, and smiled: "I will go back to work first. Come to me when you have dealt with things."

Li Gui's eyes flashed, lowered his head and rubbed her face, and said softly "um".

Bai Yao waved at him, turned around and trotted away.

In the corridor, an old man who had lost his normal appearance was paralyzed in a pool of blood, with only a breath left. Just now, he tried to crawl away with his hands, and a long trail of blood was dragged on the ground.

However, just as he crawled a distance, something sharp cut off a piece of flesh on his nose and face. His body seemed to be cut apart, with skin and flesh cut off everywhere. After extreme pain, numbness followed. The old man who lost too much blood was paralyzed in a pool of blood like a dead fish, and it was difficult to move.

Slowly, a thin and long shadow came slowly, and the poor old man on the ground was trapped in a long shadow. The ubiquitous darkness seemed to be squeezing the living space a little bit.

The floor was full of blood, but strangely, the boy standing in the pool of blood was clean. Even his white robe and long silver hair that dragged on the ground were not stained with blood.

The red on the floor and the white of the figure, the collision of the two colors, was weird and absurd.

The old man desperately moved his only intact eyeball, trying to see the boy who was looking down at him.

The long silver hair, red eyes, and beautiful face did not belong here, but at this moment, they seemed to be the only clean existence in the world.

The old man's blood-stained eyes widened, revealing deep surprise. The memories that had been suppressed in his mind and buried for decades now all came out.

He let out a hoarse breath from his throat, and tried to stretch out his hand with broken fingers with difficulty, towards the direction of the boy, and called out with difficulty: "An Zi..."

The boy tilted his head slightly, and the ends of his hair moved slightly behind his ankles. He looked innocent and pure, harmless and simple, but one of his feet stepped hard and broke the old man's raised hand in an instant. He said seriously: "Others call me Li Gui, my girlfriend calls me Tuan Tuan, I don't know the An Zi you are talking about."

The old man had all his limbs broken, but he no longer had the strength to cry out in pain. His breathing became more and more rapid and heavy, and his eyes, blurred by sweat and blood, still flowed with the desire for life.

"Anzi, it doesn't matter if you forget. Think about it again. As long as you think hard, you will definitely remember that I am your father. On your sixth birthday, I took you to the amusement park to ride roller coasters and play pirate ships. Every time I made money, I would buy you lots of snacks..."

The old man's voice became more and more hoarse, but driven by the instinct of survival, he had more and more strength to recall the past. "Don't you remember all this? I named you Yongan because I hope you will live a peaceful life. If your mother hadn't lost you, we must have been a loving father and a filial son, enjoying the happiness of family life."