I'm cǎo, is Lao Tzu going to chrysanthemum not to be guaranteed?

My chrysanthemum was broken for the first time by such a perverted man.,Don't,Don't,Don't.,Don't.。 Classic Novels Free Fiction Portal

I wanted to shout out, but the Killer King's kick was like a thousand pounds of stone, and I couldn't breathe. No matter how awesome Chopard is, he can't play my sadness at the moment.

The killer king's fingers touched my chest, and he said with a sigh: "Little guy, a little abs, this is good, I am not a man who likes thinness." ”

I felt cold, the cold of the bone marrow, his hand was even more warm than that of a herring fish, and I couldn't imagine that the fingers of a big living person would be so warm.

Is he really human?

Not a corpse or something?

The Killer King looked at me and couldn't scream, especially uncomfortable and sad, and laughed louder and louder, and suddenly the Killer King's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he saw a red mole on my chest, and in the dark, he could see all my body and see it clearly.

The Killer King suddenly pressed a hand on my heart, and my pain immediately spread like a volcanic eruption, and I couldn't help but make painful sounds.

When he pressed his palm against my chest, my heart was about to burst.

The mole is becoming more and more obvious, and after experiencing the pressure from the outside, it is particularly eye-catching, and under normal circumstances, it is very miniature and small, almost invisible to the naked eye.

The Killer suddenly took a step back, and I pounced, knelt down, and then covered my chest with one hand, coughing incessantly, and my heart seemed to explode.

"It's such a nuisance, paralyzing. The Killer King suddenly said angrily, and with a loud bang, he punched the wall of the cell.

The wall was shockingly recessed into a fist hole.

Although I can't see it, I can feel the power of the atomic bomb from his fist, and if a punch hits a person's body, it won't be beaten into meat sauce, it's really terrible, it's terrible, it's terrible, I don't dare say a word.

He wanted to kill me, it was really easier than pinching me.

"Get out of here, get out of here. "The Killer King suddenly shouted at me. "Hurry up, give me a quick walk, I can't help but kill you. ”

I crawled out of the cell almost like a fart and urine, and it took me about twenty meters before I stopped, and at this moment, I was gasping like a toad.

The killing machine of the killer king just now scared me so much that my urine was about to flow out.

Although it is very wretched, I am really afraid of dying like this, people in front of death, in front of absolute power, still maintain a survival instinct.

Why the hell did he want me to go?

Why did he suddenly go crazy?

Can't help but kill me?

If I don't leave, he'll kill me.

I sat on the ground, my back against the wall, holding my breath, not daring to take a big breath, I was afraid that he would suddenly come out, as long as he wanted to get out, the prison here should not be able to stop him, but why not get out?

Is this qiē mystery the same as the herring fish?

Soon, I heard a strange noise, very loud, bang, bang, that sound, well, it was the sound of a punch hitting the wall.

He seems to be angry, very sad?

What kind of plane?

However, my chrysanthemum was saved, which is my greatest honor, and I really can't stand a man popping her chrysanthemum on me.

Time flies very slowly, very slowly, I keep counting one sheep, two sheep in my heart, counting and counting, I am afraid that once I stop, I will be scared to death by myself.

The sound of the killer king's fist slamming against the wall lasted for half an hour, and finally, as if he was tired, he survived and went in to take a bath, and washed very slowly, and his ten fingers were oozing and bleeding, but he was unconscious.

After taking a bath, the Killer King walked out without wearing anything, and in the dark, his eyes still found me. When he walked up to me, he said, "Hey. ”

I was so frightened that I immediately exclaimed, "What? What are you going to do?"

I couldn't see him, no, I just saw him with a pair of wolf eyes.

"Are you Su Jiuren?"

"Yes, I am the Ninth Master's person. ”

"How is he now?"

The tone of the Murder King seems to be quite kind, he shouldn't have killed me, I said boldly, "The Ninth Master died of a brain tumor." ”

"It's been a long time. The Killer King looked surprised and asked again.

"It's not a long time, although his opponent Bai Shusheng didn't kill him, but when the ninth master died, Bai Shusheng brought people to make trouble. "I said, no matter whether the Murder King has a special relationship with Su Jiu or not, I will also pull Bai Shusheng into the water?

"Bai Shusheng?" the Killer King recalled, "is he a person who misses his ladies very much, very feminine." ”

"Yes, yes, that Bai Susheng is the opponent of the Ninth Master. I said right away.

"Su Jiu is really enough, even Bai Shusheng can be an opponent. The Murder King said with disdain on his face, "If Bai Shusheng hadn't relied on Su Jiu to kill him back then, he would have died a long time ago, and he was an imbecile." ”

I swallowed my saliva, Bai Shusheng estimated that if he heard this, he would definitely explode in anger, but the Murder King should be qualified to say so.

"What's your name?" asked the Killer King.

"Anko. ”

"How old are you?"

"It's 18. ”

The killer looked at me for a long time, and his hand patted me on the shoulder, and I had a chill.

"Kid, you're really vegetable, very vegetable, and I'm disappointed. The Murder King said indifferently.

I'm out of words.

I know it's very vegetable, but you don't have to say it so directly, okay?

After this murderous king loses his murderous aura, it seems to be no different from an ordinary uncle.

"You can go tomorrow morning. The Killer King said, turning and going back to his cell. Soon, I heard singing from inside.

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!"

This is a very tragic song, after the killing king sang it in a special voice, I feel as if there is a big stone pressing down on my heart, his singing voice is full of tragedy and helplessness, as if there is no unparalleled murderous spirit of the previous killing king.

This killer seems to be very sad. I said in my heart.

He sang such a tragic song over and over again, and gradually, I felt no longer afraid, no longer afraid, and then I felt as if I was also in that war-torn era.

I don't know how long it took, but the singing slowly faded away, and finally it was quiet, and I actually fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I saw the light shining in from outside, and although it was a little, it was enough for my eyes to see something in front of me.

There was a lot of dust on the ground, as if no one had come to sweep it for many years, I stood up and walked to the cell of the murderer, and when I saw the picture inside, the whole person froze.

On three sides of the wall, the uneven fist holes, preferably five centimeters deep, must be caused by a lot of force?

"Senior, you, why don't you kill me?" I asked, everyone was curious, and when the Lantai herring fish killed me, he suddenly didn't kill me.

When the king of murder killed me, he suddenly stopped killing me.

There must be something greasy in this?

"Do you know someone from the Su family?" asked the Killer King.

"Su family?" I nodded immediately, "Know, know." "I know Su Qingyi, that's from the Su family, but I don't know her Laozi.

"Do you know Su Baoguo?" asked the Murder King.

I shook my head: "I don't know." ”

Su Baoguo? This name is really enough to defend the country.

"I see, you go. The Killer King said.

"Senior, why? You didn't answer me?" I asked insistently.

"Do you want to die?" asked the Killer King word by word.

I'm going to turn around and leave, do I want to die?

After standing at the door for a long time, the three guards appeared again, saw me talking, and looked at me stupidly.

"You're not dead?" asked one of the prison guards.

"I'm sorry, I'm alive. I smiled and said, "The Killer King talked to me for a while, and thought that I was a good student with great ambitions, and let me come back." ”

"Did you throw soap?" a prison guard asked me.

"What do you say?" I asked rhetorically, "you see that I have no clothes, imagine for yourself." ”