Chapter 64 Feng Shui takes turns, and I have the final say at this moment

"You're not going to speak? You don't want to know when you started to be plotted by me?"

Seeing that the yellow-haired man was going to be silent until death, Wu Jiang, who was interested, began to provoke his words with his words:

"As long as you open your mouth to ask me, I will tell you~, ask, I am a good teacher. ”

After the straightforward teasing, Wu Jiang saw that the yellow-haired man was still in an angry state, so he threw out another sentence:

"I still remember the half of the bottle of water I poured out when I was on the ground, it was when I cut the rhizomes and collected the juice~.

Haha, that's what that thing is used against you.

You fools who think you're smart want to follow me and learn from me, so you don't ask!

Have you ever wondered what would have happened if you had asked me?

Or maybe I will be merciful and pity you, and I will tell you?

Hahaha, yes, yes, it's this expression that can make me feel good, are you angry?"

Wu Jiang, who wanted the yellow-haired man to speak, threw out the content that framed them, and after he teased him, the yellow-haired man who was angry and blood surged up finally spoke:

"You damn yellow-skinned monkey, pigs, garbage, waste, a lower human race abandoned by God, we will kill you all sooner or later!!"

"Tsk, barren words, vulgar words, just a few words over and over again, I don't know where your superiority comes from. ”

Although the yellow-haired man spoke, it was always a few thin and vulgar insults that were repeatedly circulated, and Wu Jiang, who had listened too much, began to be a little bored, and Wu Jiang, who had not heard anything of interest, did not plan to play with him:

"That's all, it's time to send you on your way to meet your companions, you are all good friends, and even if you leave, you should keep them in order. ”

The smiling Wu Jiang announced the death date of the yellow-haired man with a flirtatious tone and the calmest face.

As Wu Jiang's words fell, the grass snake wrapped around the body of the yellow-haired man began to writhe, climb up, and slowly spread towards his head.

Feeling the cold, greasy movement of his skin, fantasizing about the snakes, insects, rats, ants, and the impending death, the yellow-haired man began to break down, and he howled loudly and pleaded incoherently:

"You can't do this, you can't do this to me, you can't kill me!

You damn Oriental, I helped you, you Orientals are most grateful, right?

Do you remember, I handed in your plan for you, and my uncle is a researcher involved in the Celestial Warrior Research Program, and I will tell you anything you want to know!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to do this sooner, I thought you were really a tough guy, maybe I'll let you go if you're tough.

Hahaha, is this possible?"

Facing the yellow-haired man who changed his words and begged for his life, Wu Jiang stopped the grass snake that was spreading towards his head, and then teased him in a flirtatious tone.

The yellow-haired man who survived for the time being didn't dare to be careless, he desperately turned his dry brain, ignoring Wu Jiang's teasing, just recalling some secrets that he thought Wu Jiang would be interested in, and planned to tell them bit by bit separately, in exchange for the opportunity to live a little longer.

So, Wu Jiang began to interrogate the yellow-haired man, and time passed slowly in the back and forth dialogue of questions and answers.

Wu Jiang knew a lot from the stumbling answers of the yellow-haired man, and from time to time he left time to think and ask questions slowly, but every time Wu Jiang's eyes swept over the yellow-haired man's body covered by grass snakes, he always showed some playful looks.

The yellow-haired man was also racking his brains to answer Wu Jiang's questions carefully, holding that he could delay for a while Although he was already very careful, he would always reveal too much information inadvertently because he had a bad brain and was anxious and stupid.

This made the yellow-haired man very panicked, and he was afraid that Wu Jiang would soon find out all his secrets and let himself see God immediately. Fortunately, Wu Jiang would leave some pauses from time to time between questions, so that he had some time to buffer.

In fact, if you look closely, the yellow-haired man with an uneasy and anxious face also has excitement in the depths of his eyes, and this excitement is gradually becoming stronger over time, but I don't know if Wu Jiang, who interrogated the news, has noticed it.

Half an hour later, the yellow-haired man finally had nothing to say, and the yellow-haired man, who had been fooling around for a long time with the last bit of the inside story he knew, finally couldn't say anything useful anymore after telling his bank card password.

After two minutes of wordless staring, Wu Jiang saw that the yellow-haired man had no intention of opening his mouth, so he knocked his head with the book in his hand, and said with a sneer:

"Nothing to pour out? Then your time is up. ”

The yellow-haired man with a anxious forehead and only cold sweat begged for mercy in a panic:

"You really can't kill me, my uncle knows all the research progress, he still has a crescent-shaped scar on his left buttocks, and a mole next to the scar, he loved sugar when he was a child, and he was most afraid of mice, I'll tell you everything, you can kill me later." ”

Hearing the yellow-haired man talking about some messy things in his mouth, Wu Jiang was a little speechless, it seemed that he couldn't ask anything, if it weren't for the fact that he was the only extra living person in the underground palace now, and wanted to leave him to verify that he had reached the top, he would have destroyed his mind and become a "wooden puppet".

Wu Jiang, who was not interested, was just about to turn around, and the yellow-haired man who was firmly trapped in it by the grass snake suddenly burst out with dazzling white light, and in the dazzling light, the yellow-haired man first broke free from the shackles of his hands, and hit Wu Jiang who was dazzled by the white light with a heavy palm, and then easily tore apart the twisted grass snake wrapped around the lower half of his body like pulling straw.

In the dazzling white light, whether it was the remnants of the yellow-haired man's body or the grass snake close to him, they all panicked to avoid the white light.

Some of the grass snakes that had been torn off were twisting and struggling to emit bursts of black smoke from the breaches, and then they were illuminated by white light in the air, slowly dissipating and dissipating, leaving only a pile of light white ash in place.

The dazzling white light dissipated, and the yellow-haired man revealed his true face.

The yellow-haired man in front of him has become an "angel" in Western mythology.

The yellow-haired man who has been reborn wears a suit made of holy light.

The ornate cuirass with a skirt covering the upper body, the feet are leggings with holy light patterns worn on it, and a pair of light wings on the back are gently fanning, and the yellow-haired man with white eyes flying in the air.

Looking at Wu Jiang again, he was slowly recovering from his injuries, after being hit in the chest by the yellow-haired man's palm, he flew far away, hit the demon monkey statue, and then vomited blood and fell to the ground, and now he is struggling to sit up, leaning back against the statue of the demon monkey and spitting blood, even the scroll that has been grabbed by him in his right hand has been thrown far away, emitting blue light in the wriggling snake sea.

After observing his newly acquired body, the yellow-haired man began to laugh with satisfaction, and the white aperture ripples in the laughter filled the entire dungeon, and then the dark green snake sea began to boil, all frantically far away and escaped, the dungeon began to shake, and stones fell on the roof of the cave, smashing on the snake sea, stirring up small dark green waves to churn.

After stretching his body, the yellow-haired man who changed his form flapped his wings and came to the top of Wu Jiang, who was spitting blood, and looked at Wu Jiang who fell to the ground with a happy and vicious gaze, and said sarcastically:

"Is this little bug our imposing Apple Master, I wonder what the President of the Council that gave you the title will think when he sees your miserable appearance. Are you miserable enough now, but I don't think it's enough! I'm going to send you to hell with my own hands and give you despair !!."

After speaking, without waiting for Wu Jiang to answer, the yellow-haired man in the form of an angel fell on the ground in front of Wu Jiang, leaned over and grabbed one of Wu Jiang's ankles, and then rounded, pulled up half a circle and smashed it to the ground.

On the ground that was smashed, countless grass snakes that didn't have time to escape were stirred to dance, and Wu Jiang's entire body was smashed into the ground and collapsed into a puddle.

But the yellow-haired man did not give up, and continued to take turns to smash Wu Jiang to the ground, and in the rotation of swinging, Wu Jiang was ruthlessly ravaged and beaten like a puppet, until a big pit appeared on the ground, and Wu Jiang was buried at the bottom of the pit by the smashed soil, and the yellow-haired man who had vented enough was willing to stop.

Leaving Wu Jiang, whose joints all over his body had fallen off like a tattered doll toy, the yellow-haired man slapped his palms, as if Wu Jiang's ankles were very dirty when he was caught just now, and he was cleaning up the stains on his hands.

With the smile of the victor, the yellow hair in the form of an angel does not know if it has been affected by the angel after being transformed, and for the first time in his life, he clapped his palms in the most elegant posture, and then tidied up his appearance and flew off the ground again, as if it was an unbearable thing to fall on the ground.

After flying slightly to the ground, the "gorgeous" yellow-haired man looked at Wu Jiang, who was paralyzed into a puddle and fell into a coma with his back facing the sky, and gently raised his hand to shoot a bright white light towards him.

Shrouded in white light, Wu Jiang quickly had a voice, coughed a few times, and then opened his bruised eyes slightly, squinting at the white "light source" flying in front of him.

After barely seeing the majestic yellow-haired man flying in the air now, Wu Jiang smiled disdainfully, supported his body with his somewhat dislocated arm, and let himself sit reluctantly, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said to the "yellow-haired angel" in a mocking tone:

"Why don't you continue to endure it?

He's a birdman......

This is the second form, right, and it looks good......

But is that all there is to it?

Didn't you eat?"

The blow of words made the "yellow-haired angel" directly angry, and he flapped his wings and stepped forward again......

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Wu Jiang's disdainful expression and the ridicule of his mouth were exchanged for another crash and beating.

A few minutes later, the "yellow-haired angel", who had calmed down his anger, repeated the last action, but this time the white light he emitted was obviously much more watery, and the effect was much worse.

Wu Jiang, who was beaten for the second time, was unable to support his upper body to sit up because he only received parallel treatment, so he could only lie on the ground, and continued to express disdain and ridicule with the gaze in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twisted by pain barely made up some ridicule, and mocked in an intermittent weak voice:

"Heh... Scold...... It seems that I think highly of you...... Where can there be ...... in the Wild Lands Ahem, ahem...... There will be high-level, but there is nothing to see. Barbarians, ahem...... Don't be afraid ....... ”

Hearing Wu Jiang's contempt for the entire Great West Continent, the angry "yellow-haired angel" wanted to smash Wu Jiang in front of him, and then turned it into meat sauce, threw out Molotov cocktails, and burned them all.

But looking at Wu Jiang, who was about to breathe, he didn't know where to start.

[Now the development of the task has completely detached itself from the implementation plan written by Wu Jiang.

I don't know how to get the key, all the circumstances haven't been asked yet, and there is obviously a problem with my healing ability, and after using it for the first time, the second shot has shrunk a lot.

Now facing Wu Jiang, who is about to lose his breath, he really doesn't know what to do.

Beat?

It must be impossible to fight, and if you touch it a few times, you don't have to worry about any tasks, you can run home directly, and then wash and sleep, and wait for the black pot to be carried on your back.

Scold?

He doesn't seem to be able to scold Wu Jiang, even if the other party is in a weak state, as long as he can speak, it must be himself who scolds the other party and suffers from it.

Now, the most infuriating thing is that the yellow-haired man can only listen to the other party's scolding, using the rich scolding skills of Hua Guo, and changing the scolding in turn to understand Hua Chinese.

It's just a day husky. 】

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