Chapter 25 Is it necessary?
"Um..."
Accompanied by an unpleasantly low voice, Xuanyuan Ying, who was leaning behind the water tower and sleeping, frowned slightly, moved his ears, and snapped his eyes open, moving his stiff body, Xuanyuan Ying bent one leg and raised one hand. Placing it on top, his other hand wordlessly stroked his forehead. He was not a simple boy and naturally knew what these moans meant. However, this was school. Wasn't the world a little too crazy? These days, it wasn't easy to find a clean place to sleep.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Ying never dreamed that one day, he would become part of this madness. Of course, this was an afterthought.
Xuanyuan Ying frowned as he probably guessed what was going on.
Sighing helplessly, Xuanyuan Ying calmly stood up from the ground, casually patting the dust on his buttocks and walked out.
"Haha ... You go on, just pretend I don't exist."
Xuanyuan Ying awkwardly smiled at the two. Xuanyuan Ying was about to retreat. He wasn't interested in staying to watch the two men make love. Most importantly, these two men were no one else but his classmates Cheng Wei and Prince. Especially Ying Zhen, his intuition told him that Ying Zhen was not a simple character, and he trusted his intuition.
Suddenly, the dumbfounded Cheng Wei burst into tears and began to struggle. Maybe he was too excited, maybe the prince didn't expect his reaction to be so great, but this time he did break free.
Tears streamed down Cheng Wei's delicate cheeks. He hurriedly picked up the clothes and pants on the ground put them on casually, and hurriedly ran out, as fast as a battle.
Xuanyuan Ying silently watched the misfortune of a person running away, countless black lines appearing on his forehead. Today, he finally saw the infinite potential of human beings again, fast enough ... Uh ... No, it seems that Cheng Wei is very irresponsible. Could it be that he had left a certain great deity with him?
Stiffly turning his head, when the figure of Ying Zhen, who had already put on his pants, fell into the eyes of Peach Blossom, Xuanyuan Ying had an impulse to hit the wall. One really couldn't be too curious. Isn't this retribution?
"Haha .... Well, I'm leaving too ..."
Xuanyuan Ying smiled awkwardly again, trying to muddle through, but ...
"Where do you want to go? You interrupted my fun and scared away my lover. Don't you think you should say or do something to make it up to me? Xuanyuan Ying."
Before he could lift his foot, Ying Zhen's figure flashed in front of him like a ghost. He stood there seemingly casually but had blocked off all of his escape routes in an invisible manner.
The peach blossom eyes flashed, and a trace of guilt disappeared. He was looking for trouble on purpose.
He raised his head and met those azure eyes full of evil and hunting, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly as he said pointedly and coldly, "Could it be that you, Crown Prince, intentionally told Cheng Wei of my existence, and took the initiative to direct this scene of breaking up an adulterous relationship?"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with admiration. He was truly bowled over by his keen observation. He had been a classmate for three years, but he hadn't discovered such a treasure. However, whether it was a real treasure or a trap was still up for debate.
Suddenly, Ying Zhen attacked Xuanyuan Ying without warning. Fortunately, he had already been prepared. His figure was like a panther, and he quickly retreated to avoid it. However, Ying Zhen was, after all, a cultivator with divine powers, so he briefly froze. Xuanyuan Ying rushed at him again, as fast as lightning, and no matter how agile Xuanyuan Ying was, her slender neck still fell into his palm.
"Tell me, what did the police department send you here for?"
The sky-blue eyes flashed sharply, like a sharp blade, trying to see through Xuanyuan Ying's eyes to the depths of his heart.
"Hum ... What do you think? Do I look like an undercover agent?"
Xuanyuan Ying's cheeks turned red from his neck being stuck, and his breathing became increasingly difficult. However, he was fearless by nature and tried to calm his tone. He could understand his skepticism. If it was him, he would have done the same thing, but ... His eyes suddenly turned cold, and an intense murderous aura filled his body. Being able to understand didn't mean being able to forgive!
Ying Zhen was startled by this overwhelming killing aura. He had grown up in the great dyestuff of the netherworld. It was the first time he had seen such a strong killing intent. His sky-blue eyes flickered as a hint of doubt crept in. Look at the bottom of the eyes, who was he? Even if he was the grandson of the head of the National Police Agency, he couldn't have accumulated such a strong killing aura from countless killings, right? Not only that, but the fingers moved silently to his carotid aorta. He was just like the legends. He had no internal energy at all, and his dantian was chaotic. How could a loser have this kind of killing aura that only someone who had spent years licking blood from the tip of a knife would have?
"Want to kill me?"
A moment later, Ying Zhen lowered his head and pressed his sexy thin lips to Xuanyuan Ying's ear, his low voice slightly hoarse, his voice full of temptation. After saying that, he stretched out his tongue, licked Xuanyuan Ying's long and white neck, and did it. Immediately, Xuanyuan Ying felt a coldness all over his body and goosebumps fell all over the place. What an elementary school student. According to his words, he was a damn pervert and quite disgusting.
"Let me see what you're capable of killing me."
Suddenly, Ying Zhen violently let go of him, tiptoed a little, and instantly retreated two meters away. Those evil sky-blue eyes did not leave his body for a second.
Regaining his freedom, Xuanyuan Ying casually shook the neck he had just been strangled by. His eyes were fixed on the person across from him as if he was staring at his prey. He slowly took two steps back. His hands kept clenching and unclenching, like an agile cheetah ready to strike.
"It's been a long time since I've killed anyone. I wonder if my hands will be rusty?"
As soon as the words filled with bloodthirsty killing intent fell, Xuanyuan Ying took out a ballpoint pen from somewhere in his right hand and rushed towards the other party. The speed was so fast that if he were dealing with an ordinary person, there was no doubt that he would be hit by him. One hit would have killed him.
But unfortunately, Xuanyuan Ying was facing Ying Zhen. Not only was he the Prince of the Underworld, but he was also a powerful cultivator with transcendent aptitude. With his cultivation of talent and strength, Xuanyuan Ying couldn't defeat him at this time.
Facing Xuanyuan Ying's relentlessly sharp attack, Ying Zhen had a smile on his lips. He dodged away with just a slight sway. While sidestepping, a powerful gas struck Xuanyuan Ying in a straight line, and Xuanyuan Ying did not have time to stop his attack. Xuanyuan Ying's reaction was fast enough. His flexible body rushed to the ground and quickly used the rebound force of the ground to dodge his attack.
"Uh!"
Even so, Xuanyuan Ying's left arm was still injured by his opponent. He glanced indifferently at his left arm that could no longer be lifted, his eyes still filled with indifference. If one ignored his slightly furrowed brow, one might think that he was injured. It wasn't his hand.
A trace of surprise flashed in Ying Zhen's eyes again. It was surprising that he had such strong endurance. This endurance and the courage to fight him earned him respect. His sky-blue eyes narrowed slightly. Xuanyuan Ying, whether or not he had it or not he would have to decide if his cultivation talent was a waste or not.
"Wait ..."
"Is it necessary?"
Just when Ying Zhen was ready to give up and stop worrying about whether or not he was an undercover agent, Xuanyuan Ying let out a cold snort and attacked again. The first rule of the killer's code regardless of whether or not the opponent is stronger than him, taking the opponent's life is the priority.