Pretending to be A and Fight

Chapter 65

As if sensing the pheromone of the omega in estrus floating in the air, the man suddenly turned his head.

Unpreparedly, he stared at Li Poxing.

Li Poxing's breath stagnated.

It was indeed him.

Jixiu is not dead, he is fine.

Dreams are fake.

Li Poxing's first instant reaction turned out to be rejoicing.

Immediately afterwards, Li Poxing saw that Ji Xiu's entire body froze, and then Ji Xiu turned around in a hurry, as if he was about to run again.

to run again.

Are you fucking running again? !

The nameless anger instantly engulfed Li Poxing's brain, burning the happiness and peace of mind that had just been in his head.

He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Ji Xiu, stop the fuck for me!"

When Ji Xiu heard the sound, his footsteps really stopped in place.

Li Poxing was so angry that his waist was no longer sore and his legs were no longer weak. He even forgot about the fact that he was in estrus. The machete rushed out!

Li Poxing's machete is dead and dead. The whole blade is made of steel. It is the top peripheral of the holographic game he often plays. He was going to collect it as a family heirloom. usefulness.

This knife is almost comparable to the real knife, and it will kill or be disabled with one knife.

Li Poxing held the knife like this, and strode towards Ji Xiu with a livid face.

The expression on his face was fierce as if he were going to kill someone.

Jixiu stood there and looked at Li Poxing, the cold white moonlight reflected on his face, making his entire complexion pale and pale. There were also some sparkles in his eyes, like a puddle of water, and he looked helpless: "Brother Xing..."

The moment Li Poxing heard his voice, he only felt that his resentment and anger were suddenly extinguished by the torrential rain that fell from the sky.

The raindrops hit him drop by drop, so painful and cold that his heart trembled.

"boom."

Li Poxing threw the knife away.

He walked towards Ji Xiu step by step, there was an indelible anger between his eyebrows, and then he punched Ji Xiu in the face!

Ji Xiu didn't know if he didn't react, or if he didn't stand firm, he stumbled a bit.

Li Poxing punched him again.

This time, Ji Xiu was directly smashed to the ground.

Li Poxing squatted down, grabbed his collar and clenched his fists, as if he was about to hit him again.

They were so close that Li Poxing could look at Ji Xiu's blood-stained lips and the obvious scars on his fair cheeks. Ji Xiu looked up at him, but he didn't seem to have any complaints about hitting him. His eyes were dark and transparent, as clear as glass.

Li Poxing's fist trembled in the air.

But it never fell again.

As if annoyed by his own unsatisfactory performance, Li Poxing tightly grabbed Ji Xiu's collar with both hands, and there seemed to be a dark fire burning in the pure black pupils, but his tone was as cold as if it was mixed with ice slag.