Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

Paul pushed the pale Asian man to one side of the wall, and then raised his fist to smash his annoying dead face.

"I hope you can do a little bit more, so that my bastard dad can get a little more money," said the black haired Asian half breed with green eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts

Said, this looks very gloomy teenager to show a smile, let a person feel strange at the same time also can't help but some fear.

Because the teenager at the moment, like a madman, doesn't care about the fist that is about to fall on his face, but with a chilling expectation.

"What do you say?" Paul squinted, more ferocious, and hit the boy on the left cheek.

Bang!

was beaten to a staggering young man. His pale left cheek was blushed. It was as if he had been smeared with a bad blush.

"Ha, it's not heavy enough. Your mother Maria lost 8000 yuan last time. I don't know how much to pay this time? Ah, in other words, you were beaten by your old gambler father last time, because he lost his gambling money to my family Ha ha

The black haired Asian half blood laughs wildly.

He was really amused because of Paul's idiocy.

His cheap father, Eugene Stuart, went to school because he was knocked out last time.

Don't get me wrong. It's not because he loves his son, but because he thinks the medical expenses are too expensive. Someone has to bear the cost.

As a result, it was not the particularly wealthy Paul family who lost a lot of money.

8000 yuan - enough for a family of four to live comfortably for two or three years in this backward and closed town.

And now, this Paul is still unrepentant.

The green eyes of Zhou Yu's grandmother are full of ridicule for Paul, especially attractive hate value.

In fact, the rational way should be not to anger this easily hot headed idiot school bully, but he can not help it now.

Maybe it has something to do with the letters he got back today.

Zhou Yu even thought that it would be good for him to wake up if he was beaten this time.

Don't worry about the so-called friend who left him at will.

Zhou Yu's thin white fingers curled up tightly, revealing a little emotion in his heart, but his face was still ironic.

Paul, who had not had a good sleep for several days and became more and more angry, looked at the little asian who was not alive and dead, and his face twisted with anger.

He must let this damned Asian know how good he is today!

Paul took out a knife in his trouser pocket and threatened the man who dared to fight against him.

Angry, he didn't notice - the bright white light bulb flashed over his head.

There was no sound in the bustling corridor.

"Can I use a knife? Not a good boy, Paul ~ "

a deep, hoarse voice came from behind. Paul was frozen and his hand holding the knife began to shake.

When Paul heard the familiar voice that had haunted him for a long time, he couldn't help falling into the despair and fear of last night's nightmare.

"Fake, fake, all fake Fake... " Paul mused, praying that he would wake up soon.

All this is a nightmare, just a dream!

"Jie Jie Jie Jie -- you hurt him, it's really a surprise to me..." a man with his whole body burnt and wearing a simple school uniform stood behind Paul, laughing grimly.

"You're fake, fake!" Paul turned his head and saw the devil in the dream. He was so scared that he fell to the ground and roared at the charred man.

"Yes, I'm fake, so don't dodge"

the man's dark eyes twinkle with blue light and pull out a ferocious smile.

He held a knife in his hand and threw it at Paul, who was scared to death.

"Oh, my eyes! help! My eyes! Ah, ah The blade of the knife pierced Paul's eyes. It was so bloody that he immediately began to howl.

This extremely real pain deepened his inner fear and made him cry bitterly.

"Help me Ah ah! Boo Hoo Hoo! devil! The devil is back! Ah, ah

Paul was scared out of control, covering his knife pierced eyes, helplessly groaning and groaning.

The next moment, the space begins to twist like boiling water.

He was in a trance for a few seconds, and the ferocious figure disappeared, replaced by the students who talked about him.

"My God, look! This guy pissed! Hahaha, the gods are up, Paul. Did you forget to bring diapers when you went out? Poof - ha ha ha

"Ha ha ha ha!""I'm laughing to death, ha ha!" the sharp jeers filled Paul's ears, making him even more trance.

He couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and he couldn't even tell whether he was real or dreaming.

With his head down, Paul let go of his hand that covered his eyes.

The blood drops on the clean wooden floor, shocking.

The knife in his hand cut his cheek and eyelids. His dull eyes were covered with blood, and half of his face was red with blood.

"Ah ah ah ---!" a sensitive and vulnerable girl caught off guard. Seeing this scene, she immediately gave out a scream, which was extremely high.

Zhou Yu, who came to the stairs, looked at the students who were surrounded by the lockers and screamed. Grandmother's green eyes were filled with doubts.

Zhou Yu, who was blocked at the door just now, thought that Paul was going to stab people with a knife, so he was ready to go up and grab the knife.

Since the last time he woke up, he had learned some fighting skills without a teacher. Although he was too weak to fully use them, it was no surprise to grab a knife.

But who knows this always arrogant school bully but suddenly showed the expression of fear, as if to see something that made him extremely afraid, screamed and ran away.

He was left alone for some reason.

Bell --!

when the bell rang, Zhou Yu stopped paying attention to the noise there and quickly stepped up the stairs.

Behind him, a wisp of wind blowing, with a little bloody smell.

Entering the classroom, Zhou Yu ignored the glare of the theological teacher standing on the platform, and calmly sat down in his seat.

With a glance at the student who was late and didn't have a trace of remorse, the theologian regained his kindness and said to the students in the classroom, "now, let's pray together! The gods are above. "

"The gods are above."

The students who were still playing were quiet and praying together.

It's the tradition of the town and the tradition of the country.

Zhou Yu lowered his head in boredom, his face absent-minded.

This is a bit out of place among the students who bow their heads and pray silently.

Once he was as devout as these students.

Every morning, he would silently pray for the protection of the gods, believing that all suffering today is a challenge given by the gods.

Now, he doesn't believe in gods.

It was so strange that even he felt very strange.

Because he is now in a country where politics and religion are united, and his planet is also full of all kinds of religions, few people will not believe in gods.

All people think that maybe the gods are sleeping, but that doesn't mean they don't exist.

Because before the first World War a century ago, the gods still existed.

There are even images to prove the existence of gods.

Zhou Yu thought of the video released by the theological teacher in the previous class.

A flaming, towering giant walks between tall buildings.

Maybe they do exist.

Zhou Yu used pencil to draw the image of the giant on the book. It was so lifelike that anyone who saw the painting could feel the blazing heat and dignity of the flame.

But he really couldn't give up his faith in any God.

"The next class is a new theological painting course. Let's go to the studio with me!"

The students filed out and noisily walked to the studio on the fifth floor.

Zhou Yu covered the painting in his book with a book to cover the painting of the Unknown God. Then he also walked out of the classroom.

In the empty classroom, there is a little cold wind blowing into the unclosed window, and the curtain beside the window swings with the wind.

Zhou Yu's desk, a thin book slowly out of a wisp of smoke.

"Paintings dedicated to gods need to be carefully painted. The gods will feel your emotions and respond to them! In addition, please pay attention not to draw any portraits of the gods themselves, which is disrespectful to the gods! They will be punished by the gods

The theological teacher in the part-time painting class has a serious face.

Grandmother Zhou Yu's green eyes flashed and she thought of the painting she had just painted.

It should be OK. It's just a crude painting.

"Of course, there is no lack of works about gods in the world, but they are all created by famous masters in the world, such as the statue of the Virgin Mary by master divan, which can make all people who see this painting get the blessing of the gods! That's a real theological painting, and even the gods will bless him! "

When the theological teacher mentioned the painting, he immediately became obsessed, which was particularly indecent on his wrinkled face.

"Teacher, that legend is false! It has been reported in the media for a long time that the miracles of blessing are forged! " A naughty student yelled.No one believes that anyone can get the blessing of God through a painting. It's cheating children!

"You! What's your name! Dare to refute the miracles of the gods like this!" the theological teacher was angry.

"Ha ha ha! I won't tell you!"

The students laughed and threw their brushes everywhere.

Zhou Yu looked at the noisy studio indifferently and drew a portrait of a person on the paper.

Soon, a handsome boy with golden hair jumped into the writing.

After looking at the handsome blonde boy on the paper, Zhou Yu crumpled the paper into a ball in silence and threw it into the wastebasket.

"No! There's a fire! The classroom is on fire! "

In the middle of the painting class, a scream of panic came. Zhou Yu followed the frightened students out of the studio and saw the thick smoke coming out of the downstairs.

It seems that their classroom is on fire.

When Zhou Yu thought of the painting he had just painted, a little hesitation appeared on his pale face.

Should it have nothing to do with that painting?

The author has something to say: Thank yingfeicaochang, Liuli, hyacinth Thank you little angels for their mines love you Mada, and thank you for their nutrient solution. Little theater:

Zhou Yu: (scoffing) come on, hit me, spicy chicken!

Paul: (raises his fist)

Morris: (grinning at you)

Paul: (with a ferocious smile)

Paul: (kneeling and crying) no, no, no, boss, i Where dare to hit you!

future world consciousness: (pick up a gun) long time no suicide, today to commit suicide ⊙ w ⊙ (a shot to Paul)

Paul: (fell to the ground and died. JPG) the baby's heart is bitter, but the baby doesn't say (⊙)_

nightmare world consciousness: (takes out a lot of money) in the future, give you money, and buy a gun again, the accuracy is a little poor! (carefully observe the future gun)

future world consciousness: (collapse. JPG) you are not in a mental hospital? Why did it come out so quickly!

nightmare world consciousness: (blinking and blinking pure big eyes) because I bought the hospital!

future world consciousness: (raising the phone in a gloomy way) Hello? God? Do you still accept world consciousness? Fifty cents a bargain!