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Shantang's living mouth died, and he died of heart. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info compared to Yi Jian's previous quadrangular sword shot, it can be said that Zhang Yun gave the most tragic death to this person in the good hall, and his words gave the other party a psychological collapse, until the pressure turned into his courage to commit suicide, and then the death of life. Zhang Yun did not let the other party go because he chose to commit suicide, even at the moment of death, this person loyal to Shantang did not get half a bit of peace.

This interrogation, or persecution in the face of death, was not intentional by Zhang Yun. In fact, this result should be said to be Zhang Yun's subconscious instinctive treatment, which seems cruel and decisive, but in fact?

In fact, how many people knew how much Zhang Yun, who had not yet lost his memory, had paid and what he had gone through to be able to do this, and what was the purpose of his actions? Probably no one except the women of the Zhang family had time to know, because Zhang Yun couldn't remember it at all now.

Zhang Yun was already a little surprised by his instinctive behavior. Instincts are different from those driven by the mind, and the instincts in his body that are clearly rooted in the marrow and soul prevail, and these instincts will always precede the brain's mind in ways that have been repeated countless times and remembered by the body.

Zhang Yun knew that even if his current state of mind had surpassed many so-called sages, he still couldn't manipulate this copy of his own body well.

Zhang Yun shook his head and smiled bitterly, because after he was slightly stunned, he realized that he was still holding the dagger dripping with viscous yellow blood in his hand, which should have been blood from the body of a disciple of Shantang, but at this moment, it seemed that there was a tendency to coagulate. Zhang Yun stared at the dagger for a while before nodding slightly, as if he had thought of something. He crouched down, wiped the dagger on the corpse's clothes, and then carefully put it away, picked up the axe, which had been sharpened by Yi Jian, and gestured at the corpse's chest, then rounded his arm and slashed it down.

As Zhang Yun expected, the fangs prepared by the Shantang organization for their own people were far more powerful than the poison smeared on the dagger. Zhang Yun's axe was not small, but the corpse's reaction was even greater. It was as if the skin that had been taut from the swelling suddenly cracked and contracted, and the corpse's chest was torn apart and curled in about two minutes after the axe fell, and the blood that should have been spurting high did not appear, and a lot of waxy flocculent objects poured out of the shrunken flesh.

Zhang Yun knew that he had guessed correctly, these waxy flocculents were the notes and internal organs of the original corpse, and now they should also contain some bones and flesh. Zhang Yun couldn't tell whether it was blood or internal organs, and of course he didn't need to confirm these, because he already knew that all the flesh and bones, including this corpse, were being broken down or should be said to be dissolved by some powerful toxin.

The name of that toxin was on his lips, and Zhang Yun couldn't remember what the name was.

Zhang Yun gave up thinking with a little headache, and casually put the axe on his waist, he suddenly turned around and scolded at the door: "If you have the ability to roll in and see, you are not afraid of a nightmare for a year and a half, a girl's family actually turned over the wall of her house to go out and then go back to listen to the crack in the door in order to see this kind of thing, are you ashamed?"

"Oh, do you still dare to say me?" As the tone sounded, which obviously changed from fear and curiosity to righteousness, the courtyard door of the Qiu family was pushed open again, of course, it was only on the premise that Zhang Yun deliberately did not plug in the latch just now. Akiba, a little girl who was only twelve years old, was actually still a little trembling, but she strode into the courtyard with her head held high and her chest, and then raised her foot and skillfully closed the courtyard door again.

This time, Akiba didn't "forget" to plug in the latch, and she didn't forget to satirize Mr. Yi Yun, who didn't know whether it was a doctor or a perverted killer.

"I said Mr. Yi Yun, I can't figure out whether you are a perverted murderer or a doctor who treats diseases and saves people. Tsk, the axe is really ruthless. Although Qiu Ye was sarcastic about Zhang Yun, his two eyes were staring at the corpse on the ground that was in the process of dissolving. The reason why she dared to come out and face Zhang Yun under this kind of scene, far away from the rivers and lakes, was that the corpse on the ground was the fundamental reason for all this.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Zhang Yun was a little helpless, because even if he couldn't remember why he had those terrifying instincts, he could know that it was definitely not a "perverted" hobby. Of course, Zhang Yun also understands that Qiu Ye doesn't really think that she is a perverted killer, otherwise how could this little girl, who is like a cat and extremely sensitive to danger, show up just out of curiosity instead of running away?

So cats can be curious, but people like cats don't easily get themselves into intractable situations out of curiosity.

Autumn leaves are not calm. She has seen too many real rivers and lakes today, not only the battle scenes that are far beyond those storytellers described, but also the life and death changes that those people can never describe. What's more, looking at a doctor who doesn't have a good mouth but is actually so kind that he can pick up an axe, and can say those words that although he doesn't understand enough, he knows a certain word.

Most of the autumn leaves are nervous and scared, but at least more than thirty percent of them are excited. She longed too much for the magical place of the rivers and lakes, so Akiba chose to continue to speak: "What is that?

"A wisp of fairy sound. Zhang Yun frowned and blurted out, then patted his head and pointed at Autumn Leaves and laughed, "I didn't have a clue for a long time just now, but I said it when you asked." By the way, aren't you afraid of me? I can also make this kind of medicine that can make people eventually dissolve into a puddle of yellow marks on the ground, and I am not afraid that I will use it on your opponent who is at the mouth of the quarrel?"

Autumn leaves pursed their lips, and their slightly dark little faces were full of undisguised contempt for Zhang Yun. She took a few steps forward, keeping a safe distance from Mr. Yi Yun from the thing that had turned into a puddle of yellow bubbling liquid on the ground, and said: "You really have a problem with your head, you can actually say such childish words, are you stupid? I'm afraid that you, I'm still up, I'm afraid of you, I can bring you back to treat my mother and my sister? I'm afraid of you, I can stand here and count yours, can't I?" ”

Zhang Yun's face cramped, how could he have thought that he would say a little more kindly but give the other party a chance to choke himself, and he had to admit that it was his own mistakes that led to the loss of this "war of words".

"Y-Whatever you want. But I want to tell you in advance that the organization to which this person belongs must have big plans for this place, especially your family. I'm not talking about a plot against your family's beauty, it's something else, maybe it has something to do with your home, or the place where your house is. Zhang Yun said angrily, Qiuye's girl's eyes were really annoying!

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