The Correct Strategy to Approach the Yandere SML.

Chapter 8

Lu Zhiyao's sword dance was light, but his moves were extremely ruthless.

At the beginning, he just killed normally, until the warm blood stained his face and wet the corners of his robe, and he finally couldn't help shuddering.

There was a smile on his lips, joy hung on his brows, his closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyebrows became more and more attractive.

His sword is no longer as light as before, but instead has a kind of silent frenzy, which makes people unable to guess what his next move will be, but the attack remains unabated. 's portion.

Li Ruoshui had no doubts at all, as long as they dared to approach him now, they would end up the same as the man in black who lay down.

The encirclement gradually expanded around the road, and the people in black looked at each other, and for a while, no one dared to come forward to provoke this lunatic.

The crack of the thin sword was soaked with blood red, but it was thrown out by him carelessly, and a little plum blossoms were scattered on the ground.

"I'm having a good time, what are you doing to escape?"

Playing with the hilt of the sword, the rising tail sound, these all indicate the happy mood of Lu Zhi at this moment.

He laughed in a low voice for a while, then tapped his toes, stepping on the blood on the ground and rushing towards the men in black.

Lu Feiyue and Jiang Nian guarded a few people and retreated, for fear of being affected and losing their lives.

Li Ruoshui regretted at this moment, the kind of regret that could swallow a ton of regret medicine.

I thought that what I released was the ceiling of the book's force, who knew that it was a perverted/happy monster who could not tell the difference between the enemy and me!

In the original book, every time Lu Feiyue went to him for help, he had to struggle for a while. It turned out that he was not shy, but afraid! Why didn't the author say it earlier!

I knew earlier that I wouldn't eat those mulberries, and their teeth were sour.

Now the situation here is completely reversed. It is not that they are being surrounded and suppressed, but that those people in black are being hunted and killed.

The woman in white had long since left the center circle, holding her sword and gnashing her teeth.

"This beast's martial arts have improved again. He's really a monster. He didn't die from such an injury back then. I'll send you back to the West today!"

She said so, but her eyes were clearly filled with fear, she was afraid to enter the arena with a sword in her hand, and she stepped back.

Lu Feiyue jumped up and pulled away several women near the center of the storm, leaving only Li Ruoshui alone.

At this time, the men in black just retreated in front of Li Ruoshui, and Lu Zhiyao rushed over with a sword.

"Wait, don't hurt yourself!"

Li Ruoshui waved his hand and stepped back, hoping that his cry would awaken his conscience not to kill his teammates.

The tall man in black fell down in front of her eyes, revealing the road ahead holding the sword and turning the corner of his robe.

The sharp blade reflected his lightly closed eyebrows and her expression of regret and fear. Lu Zhi smiled and sent the sword tip out.

Between the light and flint, Li Ruoshui gritted his teeth and stabilized himself, looking like he was going to take this move.

Just as Lu Feiyue and Jiangnian were about to save someone with their eyes wide open, the sword stopped between Li Ruoshui's eyebrows.

The sword was so close to the center of her eyebrows that she could even feel the tiny fluff on the center of her eyebrows being pressed against the tip of the sword, and she could pierce into the flesh with just one more movement.​​

Gan!

Li Ruoshui's heart rate was like thunder, and his heart rate was close to 120. At that moment, his palms were wet with cold sweat, and his legs were a little soft.

A thousand words, she just wanted to thank herself for this powerful intuition.

With the tip of the sword still hanging between his eyebrows, the owner of the sword asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

She was afraid, she was afraid of death. She had never been so afraid before. Her back was already soaked in cold sweat. God knew how much effort she had to use to stop her escape.

But she obviously couldn't say that, so she had to say the common phrase of the heroine of the novel.

"I trust you."