The Days of Competition Chapter 122

As the client was nervously explaining the situation, the artist lying in the corner suddenly opened his eyes!

Those eyes were shining like a living person, full of hatred, coldness, and a hint of joy. As he opened his eyes, a gust of cold wind blew from behind the corridor, stopping his steps in their tracks. Shaofeng hugged Jace tightly and squeezed towards him, wishing he could roll into his arms, shouting in despair: "SiJace! SiJace is awake..."

Aiden Shao suddenly pulled him away, turned his body backward, let go of the flashlight in his hand, drew his sword and slashed at the cold wind. The blade of the curved sword lit up with a bloody red line, and it actually cut the cold wind in half.

A thin and sharp whistling sound was heard in the air, as if blood was dripping in the darkness, drop by drop, and the thick shadows cast by the flashlight twisted a few times, and finally disappeared along with the eerie ghostly aura. Aiden Shao held the customer's hand holding the seafood, and the tip of the knife touched the falling flashlight, and then firmly picked it up on the tip of the knife. The bright light circled at the door and shot back to the corner, shining on Yu SiJace's bleak and weird smile.

He grinned at some point, his white teeth washed by blood moving up and down, revealing a sly smile, and said to Jacetian word by word: "You. Will. Come. Back.."