After betraying the traitor, she became a god in the dark game

Chapter 12 The Truth ([-])

Yan Qing was so angry that her body was shaking, and her hand was about to poke the woman's face.

"Poisonous woman, poisonous woman, you are the source of the crime, how dare you blame others."

Qiao Yanxin stretched out her hand to interrupt Yan Qing.

His expression was colder than usual: "Where is the devil's box?"

The woman shrank and looked up at the sky, "The devil's box, hahahahahahahaha... there is no box."

She tilted her head, and the collagen on her face disappeared at the fastest speed, leaving only a layer of old skin. The most vicious smile bloomed on that layer of skin: "This is the box."

Qiao Yan's eyebrows furrowed into a frown, and Yan Qing took a few steps forward in confusion, wanting to press for details about other matters.

Qiao Yanxin stopped her: "It's useless, she is going to die, that grass is for the person in the dormitory building."

Yan Qing opened her mouth slightly, stubbornly trying to say something. The woman's body was drained in an instant. Qiao Yanxin's hidden weapon was nailed to the dry skin, and the black rope emerging from the weeds tore the dry skin into pieces.

"She is coming!"

Yan Qing put his hands in his original shape against his chest and made a defensive gesture, "Who!"

"Yang Yan."

The clatter of clogs came from far to near. Her thin hands gently pinched the black string. Her unrecognizable face was covered with scratches, and only one mouth could be seen clearly.

Lieyan's red lips were slightly raised, humming an unknown nursery rhyme with a relaxed and cheerful tone.

Qiao Yan could feel in her heart that she was very happy at this moment.

She seemed to have deliberately ignored Qiao Yanxin and Yan Qing. She bent her body close to the dry skin on the ground, slowly opened her mouth, and a purple tongue lifted up the dry skin, using a terrifying and exaggerated gesture. posture, chew slowly.

The teeth collided, making a terrible chewing sound. She finished licking her fingers before turning around and facing Qiao Yanxin and Yan Qing.

"Is it you who helped me deal with this old woman?"

Yang Yan coquettishly stroked her hair beside her ears, "Then how should I repay you?"

Qiao Yanxin pulled Yan Qing back without saying a word.

"I'll send you to stay with the old lady, okay~"

She said the cruelest words in a coquettish tone, and the scars on her face glowed with blackness.

He was stronger than after seeing her for the first time.

Realizing this, Qiao Yanxin clenched the silver gun in his hand tightly, and the thin red threads in Yan Qing's body turned into sharp arrows, and the two of them were ready to go.

"What happened? We helped her, but she actually wanted to kill us."

Yan Qing leaned against Qiao Yanxin and did not forget to complain.

Qiao Yanxin stared at Yang Yan, her voice cold and hard: "Do you think she is a victim? She is not a good person!"

Yang Yan calmly admired the tension between the two people in front of her, walking around them like teasing cats, but hesitated to take action.

Hearing what Qiao Yanxin said, he stopped.

"Where did you know this? Is it Liu Yan? She is ruining my reputation again."

The thick and long purple tongue came towards them quickly, and the fine teeth on the tongue greedily opened the bloody mouth. The thin thread Yan Qing punched was pulled and eaten into the mouth.

"What kind of monster? She actually ate my weapon."

Yan Qing's expression became more reserved, and things were worse than she thought.

"233, can you tell me her weakness?" After Qiao Yanxin fired several shots at her tongue, her tongue violently attacked even more rapidly. The sticky purple liquid that flowed out from its injuries healed quickly, and its combat effectiveness was raised to a higher level than before. .

"The eyes in her mouth."

233 in the consciousness space operates the machine in its hands, its eyes flashing with a dim light.

Qiao Yan's heart was beating so hard that she could only keep dodging to escape the difficult Yang Yan.

But how can one kill him with one shot and hit that eye.

"It's you. You fell in love with Teacher Huang earlier than Wang Yun. The stamp on the back of that letter is a confession letter. That letter was written by you, not Liu Yan, right?"

"Didn't you also agree to the social activities arranged by your adoptive mother? Don't you also enjoy the luxury goods and the envious looks of others?"

"Why, why, you don't want to admit your sin!"

"Didn't the kid deliberately antagonize Wang Yun? While asking that man for money, he framed Teacher Huang at the same time. Is this your conscience?"

Qiao Yanxin frowned and tried his best to dodge into the weeds while deliberately shouting loudly in an attempt to really anger the woman.

Yang Yan covered her head, and the eye in her mouth showed fear for the first time in a long time: "It wasn't me. I didn't do anything wrong. It was them, everyone in the school who killed me and my children."

She held her clogs and chased Qiao Yanxin like crazy, angrily: "You bitch, you and Liu Yan are in the same group. I want to kill you. Liu Yan and the others induced me to kill you. What's wrong with me?"

Yang Yan screamed sharply and was stuck in memories. The strong black energy enveloped her whole body, and her scarlet eyes followed the direction of Qiao Yan's heart.

Qiao Yanxin couldn't help but feel a little relaxed when she heard the words behind her.

"Yan Qing, put the ray into her mouth."

When Yang Yan heard this, she saw Yan Qing in front of her and closed her mouth in a panic, but the silver bullet penetrated her entire throat from the side faster than this.

The bullet entered the throat and penetrated the eyeball diagonally. Yang Yan's entire tongue was pulled out by Yan Qing's red thread. The tongue without the eyeball was like a dried eel, fishy, ​​smelly, and lifeless.

Yan Qing's red coil wrapped around Yang Yan's neck, and with a little force of her hand, deep blood marks were embedded in her old flesh.

"She will definitely die, don't bother."

Qiao Yanxin raised her head and looked at the sky angrily, "Devil, you never wanted to let the people in the school live. Everything now is just lingering."

Yan Qing retracted the red thread and scratched his head.

After all the twists and turns, she didn't understand a word she said.

Qiao Yanxin knelt down and looked at Yang Yan with pity as her life passed away, "Have you ever regretted it?"

Yang Yan twisted her neck and was about to spit out a word when purple liquid gurgled out from her neck. She couldn't say a word intermittently.

With her thin hands, she struggled to take out a piece of paper from her pocket. The yellowed paper fell to the ground, and her body scattered into dust.

Qiao Yanxin picked up the paper and opened it gently. It was a four-dimensional B-ultrasound photo of the child.

"Let's go, we can't leave the dormitory tonight. Also, our mission time is only tomorrow, and we have to meet Liu Yan tomorrow."

Yan Qing walked beside her silently, "How do you know this?"

Qiao Yanxin stopped deliberately and gave her a deep look, "I thought about it with my head."

A gust of wind blew along her jacket, and Qiao Yan curled her lips silently. Seeing the back of the man who was trying to force her away, her inexplicable mood reached its peak at this moment.

Yan Qing pouted, returned to the dormitory, huddled on the bed angrily, and banged his hands on the wall.

"Xiao Qi, tell me, am I stupid?"

(End of this chapter)