Chapter 112 (2/2)

If you can't be a friend, you can only be an enemy.

Liu Yanbo and Shen Yiran were doomed to be strangers from the moment they knew each other existed, and it was impossible to uncover what had happened.

In short, this is the reality now.

Shen Yiran regrets.

To say it is regret, in fact, more is the heart is unwilling.

In his mind, there is still a big unfinished project in his heart. Will he die tonight?

Shen Yiran is standing at the entrance of the living room. It is only about four steps from where he is standing to the gate, which is about two or three steps shorter than that between him and Liu Yanbo.

The distance is very short. Even if the time of opening the door is included, it should be only three seconds?

Three seconds, bet or no?

Before Shen Yiran got tangled up, Liu Yanbo seemed to have understood all his thoughts and said calmly, ”I advise you to give up the idea of escaping under my nose. It's of little significance.”

After that, he suddenly looked up and laughed, shook the bright fruit knife in his hand, and then said, ”no matter you want to run or shout, I can guarantee that it is not as fast as my knife.”

How fast is Liu Yanbo's knife?

Shen Yiran doesn't know.

All he knew was that the old ghost and eight undercurrent killers were dead, under a fruit knife.

Maybe this is the one in front of you?It was a common fruit knife, but when it fell into the hands of this ugly young man, it was the sharpest killing weapon in the world.

The edge of the knife is frightening before it is put out.

Shen Yiran still wants to turn around and run away, but his legs have not been able to do anything, shaking slightly.

He was afraid after all.

Death may not be terrible, but even a man of steel can't face it calmly.

Shen Yiran was calm. At least he didn't write his fear on his face, but his voice became dry and astringent: ”can we make a deal?”

He stopped, took some foam to moisten his throat, and then said, ”I can tell you a lot of news for my life. For example, because of the death of Jiuye, those people will never die with you. ”

”I promise you, these people are ten times, or even a hundred times, my threat to you.”

With that, Shen Yiran keeps his eyes on Liu Yanbo. He wants to see hope, but what he sees is disappointment.

Liu Yanbo shook his head and spat out two words: ”no change.”

Two words, one life.

It seems that human life is really cheap?

Liu Yanbo put the second apple back into the fruit tray. Then he took a paper towel from the box on the tea table and carefully wiped the blade. He said slowly, ”it's late. I'll take you on the road.”

Are you dying?

Shen Yiran's face finally changed, changed and changed. When disappointment turned into despair -

he had red eyes, full of resentment and malice in his eyes, and his expression was ferocious: ”you can kill me today, and others can kill you tomorrow. When the person who really wants to avenge Jiuye comes back, you will know what a wrong decision you made tonight. At that time, not only you will die, but all the people around you will die! All must die

At the end of the day, Shen Yiran was shaking like a sieve chaff. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength. However, his voice was getting lower and colder. He gritted his teeth and said, ”Liu Yanbo, I will wait for you in hell.”

Hell?

Is it like the Spring Festival eve of Qinghe Village 13 years ago?

Liu Yanbo was dejected and said to himself, ”that's where I came from.”

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