[Quick Wear] Blackening the villain, love the sky

Avenging Junior Brother's Forced Love pt.2

Chapter 112

Leng Yuan's mind was at a loss for a moment, he stretched out his hand and touched the drop of blood left on the quilt.

    It just feels like my brain is exploding.

    An indescribable fear instantly grew out of his heart and spread to his limbs in an instant.

    What the hell is this?

    Leng Yuan swallowed hard, the circles of his eyes started to turn red before he knew it, and even his breathing became rapid.

    Why is there a faint bloody smell on it, but the color is black, this rich black is like thick ink, and the thick can't be dissolved...

    Mingming has already formed an answer in his heart , but Leng Yuan refused to think in that direction.

    He held the quilt with his hands and tore the blood-stained cloth directly.

    "Do you think that someone's blood is naturally black?"

    Leng Yuan asked the servant beside him while shaking his hand, holding the piece of cloth.

    "What is the leader kidding? How can someone shed black blood?"

    The servant standing by the side said seriously, "All of us have red blood."

    "What if the blood dries?"

    " It's also reddish-brown." That

    's right...

    Leng Yuan still remembered that Cai Shen medically pierced his hand with a needle, and then squeezed out a drop of blood. His blood was reddish-brown when it dried.

    But the blood stains on the piece of fabric he was holding...

    "Then tell me, why is this drop of blood in my hand black?"

    Hearing Leng Yuan's words, the servant looked at it. Glancing at the fabric in Leng Yuan's hand, there was a small black mark on the fabric.

    "What is the leader kidding? Where is this blood? It's ink."

    Leng Yuan seemed to be relieved, yes, this is ink. It's normal...

    what are you thinking about?

    Leng Yuan waved his hand to let the servant go down first.

    Then fell back to sleep.

    He kept reciting in his own heart, this is ink, this is ink...

    But not only did the stagnation in his heart not decrease because of this self-deceiving statement, it became more and more.

    Tears fell silently.

    He felt as if his heart was being strangled by someone, and the sudden sharp pain made him unable to straighten his body.

    Leng Yuan covered his heart with his hand, and the feeling of twitching in his heart couldn't stop at all.

    Because...

    Leng Yuan knew very well that during the period when Bai Yu lived here, he never used a brush at all.

    I did not write, nor did I draw.

    Even, there is no ink in his house at all...

    Leng Yuan clenched his teeth tightly. Trembling all over.

    Whose ink has a faint bloody smell?

    Where is this ink? It's clearly blood...

    Leng Yuan grabbed the piece of fabric tightly, with unspeakable fear in his eyes.