Chapter 81 I won't kill you
The man wore the same black ski mask on his face, revealing only a pair of emerald green eyes.
Not like what humans should be like, but more like the coldest predator in the polar wilderness.
Time stopped at that moment, Mingyue's heart was beating wildly in her chest, and blood rushed to her head.
Then it instantly receded in the extreme cold, leaving behind a dizzying chill.
What's the meaning?
Is he born with mental disability?
But the new humans in this world can still feel it even if they don’t have mental power.
Mingyue didn't believe the man's one-sided statement and immediately used 90% of her mental strength!
A thick fog invisible to the naked eye spread out, surrounding the man completely and making a fatal attack on his brain.
That night, Mingyue only used about 70% of her mental power to deal with the three S-level warriors.
At this critical moment of life and death, Mingyue used 90% of her strength regardless of whether it would kill the other party directly!
But after a few seconds, the man, who was looking down at her even though he was squatting, actually had no reaction at all.
He even tilted his head and smiled at her: "Did you use it?"
Mingyue's heart was cold and hard, and the mental power that had been released surged back into her sea of consciousness as if it had suffered a defeat.
What he said is true.
This result is like a blade cutting the last rope of survival.
Mingyue could even clearly hear the sound of her teeth chattering.
The man tilted his head, sniffed Mingyue closely, and licked the corner of her mouth with his red tongue.
"You smell so good, what a shame."
He looked at the girl with messy hair and goggles tilted to cover most of her face.
His eyes lingered on her lips and chin for a few seconds.
"I warned you not to waste it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the five fingers of the man's right hand, which was wearing a black tactical glove, moved slightly.
A flash of cold and deadly metal slipped from his sleeve without warning and was firmly grasped in his palm.
It was a short, sharp, and sleek tactical straight knife.
The blade glowed with a blood-thirsty blue luster in the reflection of the snow.
The blade was raised without hesitation, aiming directly at Mingyue's throat.
By the time Mingyue reacted, the blade was already at her throat.
His speed was not as fast as when he killed the three strong men just now.
Instead, it was done with a contemptuous, final declaration, slowly amusing the mortal prey.
"God is my witness. I am not lying. You will be the first innocent civilian I kill."
"A poor little mouse that fell into a snowdrift."
Every word the man said was like an icicle biting into Mingyue's bones.
I don’t know if it was just his bad taste, but the man controlled the tip of the knife and gently scratched the corner of the girl’s mouth, then moved it upwards little by little.
Mingyue couldn't help shaking all over, and the shaking became more and more severe.
My muscles were numb from the pain from falling halfway up the mountain.
After witnessing the murder scene with his own eyes, he was so exhausted that he couldn't stand up.
Even if she had tried her best to run away when she saw the murder scene just now, she would have been caught immediately.
After all, this man killed people faster than Morino Ryo ever did in a fight;
The power of his punch may be even more terrifying than Yan Chongzhou's lion gene.
It’s over, is she really going to die here?
Mingyue's blood seemed to be drained out, and the deadly cold light was infinitely magnified in his vision...
No, she can't die! Why should she die?
When the tip of the knife slowly reached the bottom edge of her goggles, Mingyue trembled and spoke loudly:
"I just fainted and didn't see anything!"
After saying that, he quickly took off his goggles with trembling hands, revealing his eyes that were red from the pain of the injury and filled with natural tears.
The sharp blade suddenly stopped at this moment.
The man's hand was motionless, as if it was suddenly stuck by an invisible iron gate.
What should have been a familiar trajectory of death was abruptly cut off.
A trace of fluctuation clearly flashed across the man's icy and indifferent eyes.
An unexpected surprise, a shock of having plans interrupted.
Mingyue naturally didn't notice it, but she felt creepy when stared at by those green eyes.
She blinked, big tears rolling down her cheeks. She tilted her head back, revealing her entire face for the man to see clearly.
The voice is helpless and pitiful:
"I... I'm a singer. I don't know if you've ever seen me... I'm rich, I can give you a lot of money!"
The man actually took the knife back and casually inserted it into the leather sheath tied to his thigh.
Mingyue's heartbeat started to race when she saw this. She quickly put on the most delicate gesture and looked at the other person:
"I'm just like you. I don't have any spiritual power either. ... I'm still a student, visiting from the capital. I heard this is a ski resort..."
"I accidentally fell down just now. The coach should have brought the rescue team to find me."
At this moment, Mingyue was extremely calm and tried to consider the situation from the perspective of this "killer". She took the initiative to propose:
"Knock me out, then get out of here!"
"When the police asked me, I said I fainted and didn't know anything. There's no surveillance here..."
The man didn't speak, but his breathing was accelerating, and his pair of green eyes stared at Mingyue.
Mingyue wasn't sure what he meant. She cried softly while thinking about what to do next.
"Please, please, please let me go. I'll transfer all my money to you..."
She immediately unzipped her jacket and tremblingly took out her cell phone with a cracked screen.
When Mingyue was about to show the man her account balance of several million, he suddenly moved.
The man reached out and wiped away the tears from Mingyue's eyes. The coldness of his fingertips made Mingyue tremble.
The next second, a cold, hoarse voice rang out: "Why are you crying? It's so ugly. Hold it back."
Mingyue: “?”
She forced back her tears, sniffed, and sat pitifully in the snow pile, looking at this terrifying "killer".
The man half-knelt down, put one arm through Mingyue's knees, and picked her up.
"I won't kill you. You sing very well."
Mingyue has pain in her waist and legs...her arm may have been sprained, and she hurts all over her body.
When he was suddenly picked up, he trembled in pain, but he dared not cry out. He could only bite his lips tightly.
The death threat was lifted, and she held her breath and chatted with the man:
"You know me, haha--that's great, it's fate, huh? Thank you for the compliment..."
As they got closer, Mingyue smelled the pheromones of this ruthless murderer:
Incense, cedar, jasmine.
When she smelled the faint, richly layered scent, Mingyue could feel that he indeed had no mental strength at all.
What's weird is that he actually gave her a feeling that his spiritual sea of consciousness is vast and boundless?
Even wider than Yan Chongzhou's 250,000+.
With such a vast sea of consciousness, if he had mental power, he would definitely be stronger than Yan Chongzhou.
It's such a shame and horrible.
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