Gojo has become My cat

40

Chapter 40

    In the sewers of the city, the lights are dim, and the yellow color is as dim as withered grass, illuminating the blackened and dirty sewage and the above-ground paths beside the water.

    The light that was about to be extinguished lingered on, and he selfishly circled a small area in front of him, allowing the deep darkness to permeate not far away. The young man who hugged Qingshuimian from behind seemed to have grown out of this darkness.

    The boy's head rested on Qing Shuimian's right shoulder, and he was extremely intimate, and the weird words he said sounded like a joke.

    Faced with the intimacy of the strange boy, Qing ShuiMian raised a hand, and gently patted his head resting on his shoulder, with gentle movements. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he leaned slightly and turned around smoothly.

    A sharp silver light flashed coldly from bottom to top.

    The real person jumped away alertly, and took a few steps back. He suddenly felt something was wrong.

    When he covered his neck, his hands were covered in purple blood. Suddenly, with a "click", his neck suddenly broke, and the entire head and body were only connected by two or three strands of flesh and blood on the neck.

    "Pfft—" A large amount of purple blood spattered from the neck.

    A few steps away, Qing Shuimian stood quietly, playing with the knife as thin as a cow's hair in his hand.

    "Sorry, I usually don't kill people." The young man was as gentle as ever, his crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and he even had a gentle smile on his face.

    "Unless, I can't help it." As he said, he played with the knife in his hand, and a drop of purple blood slid down the blade and dripped on his fingertips. He put the blood-stained finger upright next to his light-colored lips, and then blew gently.

    Like blowing down a snowflake, this purple drop of blood was blown away.

    Then, he didn't relax his vigilance, nor did he leave. He still stood quietly and watched.

    The boy with a severed head on the opposite side, except for traces of black sutures all over his body, has long silver-gray hair like a mist, and under the dim light, he has a hazy beauty.

    Only two or three strands of flesh and veins in the neck maintain the connection between the head and the body. On the severed head of the silver-gray long-haired boy, the expression is slightly surprised. The next second, he raised his hands, hugged his head, straightened it, and placed it on his body.

    Flesh and flesh bulged on the broken neck, and quickly filled the broken mark. His neck was intact, and his head returned to its original position.

    "Ah, you are so interesting." The silver-gray long-haired boy named Zhenren didn't get angry because of the sudden attack, but opened his eyes curiously, and asked.

    According to the thinking of normal people, the horrible and weird resurrection scene in front of him may have gone crazy to the point of wanting to escape. And Qingshuimian, just like exorcising the huge curse spirit at his concert for the first time, smiled gently and slightly.