Chapter 227: heaven and hell

Karl's face was too pale before Fu Siyu grabbed his neck. Hukou's force made him suffocate almost immediately.
Fu Siyu still has a gentle smile on his face, but it makes people feel so cold, as if the gentleness just now is another person.
"I remember from the beginning I told you that there is only interest between us, but why are you still so stupid? Thought I would like a toy that can be discarded at any time?"
The gentle voice, but said the words that penetrate the heart, gradually losing the pain of breathing can not withstand the kind of pain in my heart.
As if dignity was thrown to the ground, and then crushed, all the ugliness in my heart was placed under the shame of the public, and the torture of heaven and in the last moment.
Just when Karl's vision was a little blurred, thinking that Fu Siyu was about to strangle him, Fu Siyu slowly let go.
"Cough cough!"
Re-breathing the fresh air and causing Carl to cough violently, but almost at the same time, he rolled off the sofa and rushed towards where the pistol fell
But as soon as he hit the gun, Fu Siyu stepped on it.
"what"
Karl made a scream, because Fu Siyu not only stepped on this foot, but also crushed it fiercely. His fingers were connected, and this pain can be imagined.
Out of the killer's instinct, Karl's other hand grabbed the small scissors that had fallen on the ground before and stabs Fu Siyu's ankle fiercely.
These scissors are used to cut gauze, not very big, but the tip is sharp, if used properly, it is enough to pierce a person's ankle.
Fu Siyu, who saw through his thoughts, sneered, "Oh, I also said, never try to rebel against your master."
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When the words fell, Fu Siyu kicked Karl's belly directly.
Originally, just after being injured, where he could withstand such a foot, the blood was immediately impregnated with a large piece of gauze, and Carl curled up into a ball, and he could not care to stab Fu Siyu.
The cold sweat fell like rain, and Carl bit his lips sharply, not letting himself make a weak, painful voice.
Looking at Carl, whose belly was still overflowing with blood, Fu Siyu's eyes were clear. He slowly loosened and stepped on Karl's feet, then squatted down and pinched Carl's chin, forcing him to look at himself.
"How does it feel to fall from heaven to hell?" Fu Siyu asked with a smile.
Carl slowed down for a while before regaining his breath. He suffocated the pain and sneered, "It's not bad, it will make you wait for me once, it's worth it."
His voice became hoarse because of the tolerance of pain. With such a stubborn Karl, Fu Siyu's smile on the corner of his lips widened.
"Is it?"
Fu Siyu smiled, released Carl, and then slowly stood up, reached out to untie his belt
"What do you want to do!" Carl watched Fu Siyu's move, his eyes widened, and a terrified look climbed to his eyes.
"What do you say?" Fu Siyu looked at Carl with a smile, and when he saw his horrified glance, he showed a touch of satisfaction in his eyes. "Do you think I will serve you in vain?"
The blood on Karl's face faded, and there was still blood oozing from the place where his hand was covering his abdomen. Fu Siyu was never a person who understood pity, he would be killed by him!
Carl leaned back, trying to escape the fate that followed. He was just humiliated by Fu Siyu. Now he is doing this to himself again. Is he trying to destroy his last point of self-esteem?
Give me the cute little character, are you a devil? Break the bottle!ノ˃̩̩Δ˂̩̩ノ