Xiao Huan was angry in his heart.
After all, he is the victim, and it is the people of the Red Eyes Club who find him first and want to kill him.
However, now that they are here, they look angry, and even point a gun at themselves without saying a word.
Don't they know how stressful it is for a newcomer to be held at gunpoint?
So Xiao Huan didn't intend to speak when he was pointed at a gun by the other party, no matter what he said, he seemed too passive, so others looked at him with a calm face, but he had already quickly thought of how to respond to the other party - of course he was not a character who liked to cause trouble, in fact, as a newcomer, he originally planned to show his sincerity to every stranger.
But the circle of strangers does not seem to have the habit of being reasonable.
Also in this process, he noticed Yang Jia's expression.
Although she had been pointed to her temples, her expression was still calm, but her pupils were shrinking.
The extremely sensitive state made Xiao Huan see her self-confidence, and everything was under control.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Huan noticed the man with an ivory cane, and the other party's gaze was no longer looking at him at this time.
Instead, he looked at the man in the jacket, who seemed to be more seductive, as if he was exerting some kind of influence.
And this man who pointed a gun at himself looked angry, but in fact, his Adam's apple shrank, he seemed to be a little nervous, his legs were trembling slightly, and more importantly, don't look at his angry face, the safety of the gun has not been opened.
It turned out that the other party didn't really want to shoot himself when he came up, but he was used to talking to people like this.
Then talk to him like this!
...
...
With the sound of a "horn", the sound of pulling the trigger sounded.
The people present stood up suddenly, their faces were pale, and they were even a little frightened.
And the man in the jacket who was pointed at Xiao Huan's gun changed his face even more frightened.
He took a step back in fright, the gun in his hand almost fell to the ground, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and his chest heaving.
There was a whimpering sound in his throat, as if he was frightened, but he just forced himself to hold back.
Everyone present was really frightened by this scene, and even a little beyond comprehension:
What the is going on?
How could he pull out the gun and point it back so slowly and methodically when he was being pointed at a gun, and even really shoot?
Why didn't Ma Nan shoot him first?
... Oh, Ma Nan really shouldn't, he's impulsive, but not stupid...
So, what the hell is this thing that Yang Jia brought?
"Smack... Smack..."
The sound of the empty trigger sounded, Xiao Huan hooked twice, but no bullets came out.
Then Xiao Huan showed a strange expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Oh, I forgot, the bullets in my gun are all used up." "
"You ..."
The man in the jacket gasped, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.
He was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he had been tricked.
The Adam's apple rolled violently, and Yu Guang saw that all the people around him were stunned and nervously watching this scene.
Only Yang Jia and the man she brought over had faint smiles on their faces.
For a moment, an indescribable sense of shame suddenly came to my mind.
A certain kind of obvious banter and a strong sense of shame is like stripping off his clothes in front of everyone in an instant.
"You... You ..."
He let out a low roar, and the veins on his forehead were covered with large beads of sweat.
Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly pulled the gun on the leash, and then raised the gun again and pointed it at Xiao Huan's face.
This time, an invisible rage affected him, and he really dared to shoot.
But at this time, Xiao Huan still just looked at him with a smile and a calm expression.
"Ma Nan, stop."
But at this moment, the white-fur man with a pair of demonic eyes suddenly spoke in a low voice.
But at such a moment of rage, the man in the jacket even had a vague urge to disobey his orders, just wanting to regain his dignity.
It's just that this time, Yang Jia, who was standing next to Xiao Huan, had a sinking face and her pupils shrank slightly.
The man in the jacket suddenly felt that the gun in his hand seemed to be hundreds of times heavier.
The invisible weight weighed on his hand, and not only could he not lift the gun, but he even trembled, and almost fell to the ground.
But he was still working hard, and he wanted to raise the gun and pull the trigger towards Xiao Huan.
But with his efforts, the muzzle of the gun was not raised, but the nostrils were warm, and suddenly a nosebleed flowed out.
Gradually, the nosebleeds became more and more numerous.
Even he didn't notice it, the more he tried to raise the gun, the more intense the blood in his nostrils became, and the white T-shirt in his wallet was completely stained red, and suddenly a feeling of dizziness hit him, and he felt like his soul had been hollowed out.
When he fell, his body lost control, and it took half a circle to see Yang Jia's eyes.
In those eyes, there seemed to be a faint structure like a door frame, deep and mysterious.
Immediately afterwards, the man in the jacket was black in front of his eyes, and he was about to fall to the ground.
"Horse Man ..."
And the people around also saw this scene, and they couldn't stop being frightened and frightened in their hearts, and they got up and rushed forward.
The crowd was excited, and a sense of crisis came from all directions, and Xiao Huan was like being pointed at by a sharp sword.
He remained silent, took a step to the side, and hid behind Yang Jia.
And Yang Jia, who was standing between everyone, frowned slightly, and her eyes were slightly cold.
The next moment, they were about to rush forward to support the horse man, but there were fierce eyes looking at Yang Jia's people, and at the same time they felt a violent shock in their bodies, obviously they were not hit by any physical objects, but they seemed to be impacted by great pressure, their bodies stiffened slightly, and then their bodies seemed to lose control, and as they worked hard, blood suddenly spurted out of their noses, and it became more and more serious.
"What's going on?"
Everyone was frightened and frightened, and subconsciously wanted to take back control of their bodies.
But the more they struggled, the more their nosebleeds flowed, as if their vitality was forcibly pulled out by a trace.
The dizziness in front of them could not be stopped, and they saw Yang Jia standing in the middle of the living room, as if an inch of distorted and blurred light had appeared around him, the sense of space had been shattered, and Yang Jia's figure had become blurred and mysterious, like a god who could not be looked at directly.
A huge sense of panic and despair instantly churned in their hearts, and their will was almost destroyed in an instant.
"Enough, Yang Jia..."
At this moment, a violent angry shout suddenly sounded, and Ling Ping, who was sitting on the sofa, opened his strange red eyes:
"Are you here today to show off your strength?"
"..."
"Is that enough?"
Compared to Ling Ping's fury, Yang Jia still looked calm and met his blood-red eyes.
She was silent, but the invisible pressure was still there, and everyone around her was half-crouched on the ground with painful expressions on their faces.
"Brother Ling Ping, I respect you."
Yang Jia looked at Ling Ping calmly, looked him in the eyes, and said softly: "Because when I woke up, you had already started to follow the elder, but how many times did the elder, but now you don't even have the idea of avenging him?" "
"You ..."
Ling Ping saw Yang Jia's dark and deep eyes, and he seemed to be faintly stressed.
I wanted to answer, but I couldn't say the whole thing.
"If you don't take revenge, it's fine."
Yang Jia continued: "I know that you are afraid, and I understand the instincts brought about by the depths of your human nature. "
"But ..."
She suddenly showed a sneer: "You can be afraid, you can hide, you can forget the teacher's help to you, but I am willing to come back to take over the elder's class and inherit his philosophy, not only do you not help me, but even stop me?" "
Each time she spoke, there was an additional layer of dissatisfaction in her voice.
The pressure on the surrounding people also increased to an additional layer, and there was already an obvious weak resistance, and they fainted on the ground with a bang.
And Ling Ping, I don't know whether it was because of the pressure emanating from her, or forced by her words, he was shocked and angry, he couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly got up from the sofa, and with a pull of the ivory cane, he had already pulled out a slender and sharp Western-style long sword from inside, and the sword seemed to have a certain unique texture of life, with bloodthirsty desire, and instantly stabbed in front of Yang Jia.
"Smack...
The air was almost split in half by this sword ray, and greedy whispers emanated from the sword.
But Yang Jia greeted this sword light, but he only suddenly raised his right hand.
The black-gloved palm gently grasped the blade of the sword, and then slowly twisted it.
The sword body let out a painful groan, twisted violently, as if it was struggling desperately, but it was twisted into one hundred and eighty degrees by the expressionless Yang Jia, and finally the tip of the sword was facing the direction where Ling Ping was, and it was pointed straight at his eyes.
"Yang Jia..."
Ling Ping was shocked and angry, and also noticed that Yang Jia was wearing black gloves on his hands at this time.
He didn't know whether it was fear or anger in his eyes, blood was already oozing out, and he suddenly roared hard:
"Don't push me!"
"..."
At this moment, a strange light instantly bloomed in the red eyes, and blood flowed out of the corners of the eyes.
The whole room seemed to become depressed, and the chandelier on the ceiling began to sway slowly, and the light and shadow swayed.
Xiao Huan turned his head and saw a wine glass on the table, which was slowly cracking.
Immediately afterwards, a strange sense of distortion has spread to the entire three-story building.
At this time, in the bar on the first floor, it was the time of carnival, and the sound of energetic music resounded throughout the audience, some people raised their wine glasses and twisted their bodies, some people shouted loudly along with the music, there were fat orange cats jumping lightly between the tables, stealing the salmon on the guests' plates, and three or four people were crowded in the narrow bathroom compartment, their bodies entangled like snakes.
But at this moment, all the movements stopped.
Whether it's the figure on the dance floor, or the bartender who mixes, but also the men and women in the bathroom.
As if they had lost their minds in an instant, they raised their heads in a daze, and looked in the direction of the third floor of the ceiling.
At the same time, a strange red light appeared in the eyes, and a certain strange and delicate temperament was entangled, gradually becoming substantial, and it seemed that there was already something terrible and strange about to be born in the interweaving of huge spiritual power.
"Forcing you?"
And at the same moment, Yang Jia looked at Ling Ping's blood-dripping eyes, and suddenly smiled:
"Brother Ling Ping, you are not strong enough that I need to force you."
"..."
The next moment, something seemed to be in the depths of her eyes, and she shook slightly.
In an instant, the surrounding air became violent, and a huge turmoil spread out from the living room as the center, and the windows and chandeliers on the entire third floor suddenly burst at the same time, and the huge glass ballast sprayed into the surrounding streets, like a dense multicolored rainstorm, and then on the first floor of the bar, the wine glasses in everyone's hands and the bottles on the wine shelves also exploded at the same time.
The sharp shatter instantly scratched the palms and cheeks of everyone around them who stood dumbfounded.
These eyes, which had become demonic, and some kind of raging malice was about to emerge, and at the same time they were shocked to the ground by this tremendous force, and the red glow in their eyes began to fade, replaced by a painful, clouded fear.
"You ..."
Ling Ping suddenly closed his blood-red eyes, his expression was painful, and blood flowed out of his nose.
And Yang Jia's voice was unusually calm at this time, and she said softly:
"I've always had a lot of respect for you, just because you were all members of the Elder, and you're my companions."
"But actually, after you betrayed the Elder, we are no longer companions."
"The people behind me are my companions!"
"..."
As she spoke, she calmly glanced back, and Xiao Huan, who was hiding behind Yang Jia, also puffed up her chest in cooperation.
Yang Jia's voice suddenly became heavier: "I am reasonable, but my reasoning is only for my companions." "
"I'm here this time to tell you not to beat his mind again."
"Otherwise, no matter the reason, no matter who makes the move, I will come over and kill all of you here."
"The cat that includes the wine maintenance!"