This Damned Thirst for Survival

The black mist enveloped the driver from head to toe, and when the black mist dissipated, the strange face of the driver turned into a handsome devil.

It is Chi You.

Jiang Luo took a mouthful of cigarettes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile flashed from the corner of his mouth. The smoke covered his smile, and the evil spirit didn't notice it.

As early as yesterday when "drowning", Chi You hit his bathroom door, and Jiang Luo guessed that Chi You would appear in the near future. He originally wanted to use a trick to lure Chi You out, but he didn't expect Chi You to come by himself so quickly.

Maybe tonight, he will be able to open the Yin-Yang ring.

Jiang Luo frowned deliberately, and said in disgust, "Why are you again."

This look made the evil spirit laugh silently.

On Jiang Luo's face, which was not as beautiful as a mortal, the expression of disgust was full of beauty. The more frightened and disgusted he was, the more the evil spirits would have a pleasant and brutal desire that made him addicted to it.

The car drove smoothly on the road late at night.

There are a lot fewer vehicles at night than in the daytime. The evil spirit in suits and leather shoes is like a real surrogate driver. He is skilled. In addition to his overriding appearance, his speed is standard enough for textbooks.

"Didn't classmate Jiang say that he wanted to see me?"

The evil spirit said slowly.

He was wearing the suit that Jiang Luo had burned before. The black suit does not have a trace of wrinkles, from the legs to the cuffs are meticulous, not perfect like a ghost. The ruby ​​red cufflinks gleamed slightly with dark light, the pin on the bow tie resembled the shape of a rose, and the low-key silver dark pattern appeared on the suit like a rising tide during his actions, and then disappeared like a low tide.

He is all dressed up, as if participating in a grand death date.

Even Jiang Luo, who has turned black, has to admit that the appearance of the evil spirit is extremely deceptive. There are many unknown mysteries in his body, which are inquisitive, but if he is not careful, the inquiring person will die without a place to die.

However, Jiang Luo couldn't appreciate this charm now, after all, in his opinion, the evil ghost only left the word "hateful".

"Chi You," Jiang Luo, "you can't even understand lies?"

The evil spirit laughed, and his pale fingers tapped the steering wheel, in a good mood, "I heard that you seemed to be drowning for me last night."

"Is this kind of death too simple?"

Jiang Luo pulled his lips and asked, "Then what kind of death is not easy?"

The smile was provoked, and the tail of his eyes flicked across the well-dressed evil spirit like a mockery, "Like you, were you killed silently?"

A sense of antagonism burst out in the small compartment, and the music inside the car jumped to the next song.

The fierce and light music opening is high, and the climax of "Who Killed the Mockingbird" closed at faster and faster speeds, making the car seem to be on the road to hell.

The black-haired youth looked at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window, his eyes brighter and brighter. The dim street lamp hit the black-haired young man's face for an instant, from between his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, reflecting the corners of his lips.

The evil spirit looked at him sideways on the steering wheel, and said unclearly, "You seem to be very happy."

The evil spirit stretched his tone, "Is it because I ruined my puppet, or because I'm about to be given death by me?"

Jiang Luo finished his last cigarette, pressed the cigarette **** out, and lazily said: "If you want to die, you will die, why do you talk so much."

Devil: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Fear is fear, but..."

Jiang Luo looked at the suspension bridge in front of him with a flash in his eyes. He suddenly violently turned over and pressed down the evil spirit in the driver's seat. His movements were fluent and flowing, and his eyes seemed to be twinkling with thousands of stars. Jiang Luo grabbed the evil spirit by the collar and pulled the evil spirit in front of him. With a smile, Yan Yan said, "If you can pull you and die with me, it's also considered It's worth it."

The evil spirit was pulled in front of him by his tie, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other with the same madness, and the bridges of the noses were against each other. The evil spirit said curiously, "How to say?"

Jiang Luo tossed his lips, pressed his hands against the evil spirit's hands, and covered the evil spirit's body all over his body. One of his legs was down, past the devil's tight thighs, knees, and calves, and stepped precisely on the accelerator.

He stepped on the accelerator without hesitation.

The high-performance car rushed out like an arrow, the steering wheel was disrupted, and it rushed toward the river under the suspension bridge.

At such a fast speed, it is easy to stimulate the adrenaline of men. Jiang Luo suppressed the evil spirit, as if pressing death under him, he laughed freely, "Are you surprised?"

The vehicle plunged straight into the river.

The alarm in the car sounded harshly, the bottom of the river was dark and dirty, the water rushed into the car, the door was pressed by the water from the outside, and it could not be opened.

It didn't feel very good to watch that I was trapped in the car. The evil spirit who followed Jiang Luo into the river was silent for a few seconds, and exclaimed, "You can always give me a lot of surprises."

The river flooded half of the evil spirit and Jiang Luo's body, turning the evil spirit's luxurious dress into a muddy cloth. The evil spirit raised his hand and easily broke free from Jiang Luo's bondage. He didn't care about the river that was about to submerge himself. Instead, he surrounded Jiang Luo with his backhand, pulled Jiang Luo into his arms, and imprisoned Jiang Luo with his arm. In a mortal situation.

The evil spirit smiled with interest, "Let me see what else you can do."

Jiang Luo's cheeks were forced to press against the devil's chest, and the cold dark gold buttons on the devil's suit were pressed against his side face. The action of the evil ghost represented that Jiang Luo had lost his final retreat.

But if you can't open the Yin-Yang ring, you don't need to retreat.

Most of the river water has poured into the car, almost submerging to Jiang Luo's chin.

Jiang Luo laughed, and hugged the evil spirit unceremoniously, as if to die with the evil spirit.

One person and one ghost hugged in the icy water vehicle, constantly clashing with the idea of ​​letting the other party die. This hug is dangerous, bloody, and definitely not warm.

Soon, the turbid river water flooded the top of Jiang Luo's head and the bridge of the evil ghost's nose.

Naturally, the evil spirit will not die, and the water will not cause him any trouble. He lowered his head and looked at the long-haired young man with fluttering hair in his arms.

The white face of the black-haired young man pressed against his chest, and the beauty between his brows and the arrogance were perfectly mixed together, even now, he did not show the slightest retreat.

Although the suicidal revenge of the black-haired young man seemed extremely stupid in his eyes, the evil spirit still curled up the corners of his lips and slowly wrapped Jiang Luo's black hair.

He faintly looked forward to what kind of surprise the black-haired youth could bring him?

Jiang Luo had fallen into a semi-conscious state.

With suffocation and chest tightness, Jiang Luo ignored these feelings and focused his attention on the Yin-Yang ring.

All kinds of noisy thoughts were exchanged, and only the last thought became clear and firm gradually—he was going to get stronger.

The mysterious and mysterious feeling came again, and the yin and yang ring on Jiang Luo's right hand flashed with a faint golden light in the dim water.

The heartbeat of the black-haired youth became slower and slower, and the vitality gradually disappeared from him.

The interest in the evil ghost's eyes turned into regret. He let go of Jiang Luo's hair and pinched Jiang Luo's neck instead.

The palm of the evil spirit was slowly exerting force, which is a pity. He originally wanted to play with Jiang Luo slowly, causing the black-haired youth to cry in despair. But Jiang Luo fell under his own impulse. In order to ensure that he could get Jiang Luo's life, the evil spirit had to do it before he died.

The palm of his hand gradually tightened, and the face of the beautiful lifeless black-haired youth gradually covered a layer of gray life.

The smile on the corner of the evil spirit's mouth was disappointed. This smile was false and indifferent. The disappointment quickly became boring. The evil spirit seemed to throw a toy that was no longer fun, and his eyes became cold.

But his tightened palm was suddenly held by the other hand.

Jiang Luo opened his eyes suddenly, and his bright and dark eyes looked straight at the evil spirit. The corners of his red mouth were curled up, like a water ghost, and coldly slurred at the evil spirit.

The evil spirit recognized these words, and Jiang Luo said, "You are dead."