Chu Cijing sat on the tree, quietly silent, just quietly looking down.

Under the tree, Chu Lingfeng sneered, he was acting alone today and didn't bring anyone.

He grabbed the black hair of the man on the ground with one hand like a chick, without mercy.

"Really?"

When the people on the ground screamed, they were silent.

The mouth is tight, and most of the paranormal organizations have relevant training to resist pressure and punishment to prevent news from leaking.

And if a member leaks important information, they will be tortured to death by the special mental imprint left by the Anomalous Organization.

In general, it is better to die at the hands of the enemy than to die from a spiritual imprint. Because it's not only torture, it's also a loss of face.

Iron bones, rather than yielding.

Chu Ling said lightly: "If you don't say it, there will be others who will say it, or come one by one." ”

He gently loosened the hair from his hand, like a proud nobleman, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers, just because he had just grabbed someone else's hair.

"The hair has to be washed often, it's too oily, and it's a little uncomfortable to grab. ”

The man lay on the ground panting heavily, still not saying a word, but his expression was already anxious, and his face turned red again after listening to Chu Lingfeng's words.

What does it have to do with anyone else if he doesn't wash his hair! Not to mention that he just has oily hair!

"Lao Tzu washes his hair every day!" the people on the earth also stubbornly said this sentence when they were weak, and their eyes were very firm.

His eyes were even more ruthless than before.

Chu Cijing: "......"

"Yo he, it's quite stubborn, I don't believe you touch it yourself, is it oily or not?"

Chu Lingfeng also had a sense of leisure, followed the topic, and forcibly dragged the hands of the people on the ground to touch their hair.

Man of the Earth: "......"

My hands are dislocated, what a touch!

"Oh, I forgot, I'll pick it up for you. Chu Lingfeng said with a smile.

Caught off guard, a few bone-chilling clicks sounded.

"Ahh

The people on the ground were in a cold sweat, and the sudden pain was severe, and they were not prepared at all.

"Stop yelling. Chu Lingfeng scolded lazily, and touched the person's hand to his head with great interest.

"How does it feel? Isn't it oily?"

The people on the ground were silent for a long time, probably so painful that they couldn't speak, and their hands and feet were connected at the same time, and the pain was unimaginable.

"Isn't it?" Chu Yefeng ignored the other party's pain, grabbed his hand, and shook it a few times.

He has always been freewheeling, doing whatever he wants, and not thinking much about other people's feelings.

The people on the ground finally couldn't help it, and with all their strength, they retorted with full anger: "It's not oily!

With that, he gasped heavily.

Between the two people, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

"But I feel very oily and dirty. Chu Lingfeng said with a smile, letting go of the thin wrist he was holding.

It doesn't seem to be anything now, and Chu Cijing, who understands Chu Lingfeng, feels that something bad is brewing.

Sure enough, Chu Lingfeng's next sentence was a word with three points of coolness and seven points of bad taste.

"Why don't I wash you?"

The smile is harmless to humans and animals, the tone is negotiable, and the action does not give people almost a choice.

Ignoring the struggles of the people on the ground, Chu Lingfeng picked up the other party's collar and walked towards the pond not far away with the steps of the six relatives who did not recognize him.

"You bastard, kill me! If you have the ability, kill me!"

But Chu Lingfeng's face did not change, as if he had shielded his hearing system, and he just stopped at the edge of the pond.

He was still smiling, his expression a little cold.