Xiao Xiao felt angry.

After all, I am the victim, and it was the Red Eyes Club who came to me first and wanted to kill me.

However, now that they have come here, they look angry and even point the gun at themselves without saying a word.

They don’t know how psychological pressure is for a newcomer to be pointed at by a gun?

So Xiao Xiao didn't plan to speak when the other party was pointed at by a gun. No matter what he said, he seemed too passive. Therefore, others looked calm when they looked at him, but they quickly thought about how to respond to the other party - of course he was not a person who liked to cause trouble. In fact, as a newcomer, he originally planned to show his sincerity to every foreigner.

But the circle of strangers seems to have no habit of reasoning.

Also in this process, he noticed Yang Jia's expression.

Although she had been pointed at her temples, her expression was still very calm, but her pupils were slightly shrunk.

The extremely sensitive state allows Xiao Xiao to see her confidence and everything is under control.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Xiao noticed the man with an ivory crutch, and the other party's eyes stopped looking at him at this time.

Instead, he looked at the man in the jacket, which seemed to be more charming, as if he was exercising some influence.

The man who pointed the gun at him looked angry, but in fact, his Adam's apple shrank slightly, seemed a little nervous, and his legs were trembling slightly. More importantly, although he looked angry, the gun's security was not opened.

It turned out that the other party wasn't really going to come up and shoot himself, but he was used to talking to others like this.

Then I will talk to him like this!

...

...

With a "knock", the sound of the trigger was pulled.

The people present stood up, their faces turned pale, and even felt a little scared.

The man in the jacket pointed at by Xiao Xiao's gun, his face changed drastically.

He was so scared that he took a step back, and the gun in his hand almost fell to the ground, cold sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his chest was undulating.

There was a whimper in his throat, as if he was frightened, but he just held it back.

Everyone present was really scared by this scene, even a little beyond their understanding:

What the hell is going on?

How could he take the gun and turn it back so slowly when he was pointed at by a gun, and even really shoot it?

Why didn’t Ma Nan shoot him first?

...Oh, Ma Nan shouldn't be. He is impulsive, but not stupid...

So, what the hell is this Yang Jia bringing?

"Ba...b...b...b"

The sound of the empty trigger sounded, Xiao Xiao hooked it twice, but no bullets shot out.

Then Xiao Xiao showed a strange expression on his face and smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot, I used up all the bullets in my gun."

"you……"

The man in the jacket was gasping for breath, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

He was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he had been fooled.

The Adam's apple rolled violently, and Yu Guang saw that everyone around him looked shocked and looked at the scene nervously.

Only Yang Jia and the man she brought over had a faint smile on their faces.

For a moment, an indescribable sense of shame suddenly surged into my mind.

A clear joke and a strong sense of shame were like stripping off his clothes in front of everyone.

"You...you..."

He roared in a low voice, with blue veins exposed on his forehead, accompanied by large beads of sweat.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and pulled the gun up violently, then raised the gun again, pointing towards Xiao Xiao's face.

This time, the invisible rage affected him, and he really dared to shoot.

But at this time, Xiao Xiao was still just smiling and looking at him calmly.

"Ma Man, stop."

But at this moment, the white fur man with strange eyes suddenly spoke in a low voice.

But at such an angry moment, the man in the jacket even had the urge to violate his orders, just to regain his dignity.

However, this time, Yang Jia, who was standing beside Xiao Xiao, had a dark face and her pupils slightly contracted.

The man in the jacket suddenly felt that the gun in his hand seemed to be hundreds of times heavier.

The invisible weight was pressing on his hands, and not only could he not lift the gun up, but he even trembled and almost threw it on the ground.

But he was still working hard, and he suddenly wanted to raise the gun and hook the trigger towards Xiao Xiao.

But with his efforts, the muzzle was not raised, and his nostrils became warm and suddenly bleeding from his nose.

Gradually, the nose bleeding became more and more.

Even he himself didn't notice it. The harder he tried to raise the gun, the blood in his nostrils became stronger, and the white T-shirt inside his clip was completely dyed red. Suddenly, a feeling of dizziness came, and he felt like his soul had been hollowed out.

When he fell down, his body lost control and turned around for half a circle before he saw Yang Jia's eyes.

In those eyes, there seemed to be a door frame-like structure, deep and mysterious.

Immediately afterwards, the man in the jacket turned black and he was about to fall to the ground.

"Male horse..."

Everyone around them saw this scene, and couldn't stop being shocked and frightened, and they stood up and rushed forward.

The crowd was excited, and the sense of crisis came from all directions, and Xiao Xiaoru was pointed at by a sharp sword.

He remained silent, dodged a step to the side, and hid behind Yang Jia.

Yang Jia, who was standing among the crowd, frowned slightly and her eyes were slightly cold.

The next moment, he was about to rush forward to support Ma Nan, but he looked at Yang Jia's people with fierce eyes. At the same time, he felt his body trembled. Although he was not hit by any physical object, they seemed to be hit by great pressure. His body stiffened slightly, and then his body seemed to lose control. As they worked hard, blood suddenly spurted out from his nasal cavity, and it became more and more severe.

"What's going on?"

Everyone was shocked and frightened, and subconsciously wanted to regain control of their bodies.

But the more they struggled, the more blood was flowing, as if their vitality was being forced out by a trace of force.

There was no stop to dizziness in front of them. They saw Yang Jia standing in the middle of the living room, and there seemed to be a distorted and blurred light ball around her. The sense of space was shattered, and Yang Jia's figure became blurred and mysterious, like a god who could not be looked directly at.

A huge sense of panic and despair swelled up in his heart in an instant, and their will was almost destroyed in an instant.

"Enough, Yang Jia..."

At this moment, a sudden roar of rage sounded, and Ling Ping, who was sitting on the sofa, opened his weird red eyes:

"Are you here today to show off your strength?"

“…”

"Is it enough?"

Compared with Ling Ping's rage, Yang Jia still looked calm and faced his blood-red eyes.

She remained silent, but the invisible pressure was still there, and everyone around her was tortured and half-lying on the ground, her face full of pain.

"Brother Lingping, I respect you."

Yang Jia looked at Ling Ping calmly, looked straight into his eyes, and whispered: "Because when I woke up, you had already started to follow the old president. However, how many times did the old president save you? Now, do you have no idea to avenge him?"

"you……"

Ling Ping saw Yang Jia's dark and deep eyes, and seemed to have a hint of pressure.

I wanted to answer, but I couldn't say the complete words.

"It would be fine if you don't take revenge."

Yang Jia continued: "I know you are afraid, and I understand the instincts that come from deep in your humanity."

"but……"

She suddenly showed a sneer: "You can be afraid, hide, and forget the teacher's help to you, but I am willing to come back to take over the old president's class and inherit his philosophy. Not only do you not help me, but you even want to stop me?"

Every time she says one more thing, the dissatisfaction in her voice becomes more.

The people around him were under a layer of pressure, and they had obvious weak resistance and fainted on the ground with a gurgle.

Ling Ping, not knowing whether he was the pressure emitted by her body or because of her words, was shocked and angry, and could no longer bear it. He suddenly stood up from the sofa, pulled out the ivory crutch, and pulled out a slender and sharp Western-style long sword from the inside. The sword seemed to have a certain unique texture of life and bloodthirsty desire, and instantly stabbed Yang Jia.

"Bang..."

The air was almost cut in half by this sword light, and a greedy cry emanated from the sword.

But Yang Jia faced the sword light, but suddenly raised her right hand.
To be continued...