Ignoring Griffith's noise, Liang Guomuran reached out and took the silver dinner knife and turned the handle of the knife. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He was expressionless, as if it wasn't his business. However, a second later, the man swung the hilt of the knife in vain, and without warning, plunged the knife into his collarbone a little below his throat, and then sliced all the way to his groin.

The white undershirt of the black dress was soaked with blood in an instant, and the gut and internal organs were surging and surging, and in an instant, a strong fishy smell filled the entire room.

This change is abrupt and weird, and it already has a bit like the spirit of bushido in a certain plane that Griffith has experienced. Those sick samurai couldn't think of committing suicide by disembowelment for the so-called emperor in minutes, but they were cut horizontally, and Liang Guo was replaced by a vertical cut.

In any case, it is always bad for a knife to cut the body.

Liang Guo twitched vigorously, his loud and rapid gasps stirred in the air, his expression was painful and a little dazed, and his muscles twitched involuntarily because of the intense pain.

Griffith couldn't bear to cover his eyebrows with a tissue, and he was about to cry. Then Liang Guo, who had been self-harming, threw down the knife, and his right hand holding the knife was bloody. He turned around and walked in the direction of Wang Tuntun.

Wang Tuntun leaned back as much as possible, leaning against the seat. The terrifying killer, Liang Guo, who almost cut off the heirs of the Wang family, dissected himself alive in front of his eyes, like a cold joke.

This Liang Guo has accumulated prestige in Wang Tuntun's heart for a long time, and compared to Griffith, Liang Guo may have the status of a villain and boss in his heart. Before the banquet, Wang Tuntun even thought that Liang Guo was the protagonist of this banquet - but such a person, just because of someone else's joke, simply committed suicide, and the shock was very strong.

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This series of changes and blows made Wang Tuntun's expression feel indescribably nervous. He watched Liang Guo, who was covered in blood, staggering towards him, an extremely strong complex emotion choking his throat, almost making him unable to breathe.

The smell of blood on his face told the truth, Wang Tuntun's mouth muttered to himself, and his right hand unconsciously grabbed the knife and fork next to the table, two or three times in a row, before he successfully held the knife in his hand. The resentment and fear of Liang Guo for many days fermented in the other party's stumbling footsteps, turning into something more complicated and difficult to tell, and gradually became hysterical.

"He's coming, he's coming, he's coming......"

"Bastard, go back, I'm the third young master of the Hanjing royal family, I'm not afraid of you, go back......"

"Go back!"

Wang Tuntun muttered in a low voice, his lips a little white and trembling due to nervousness.

"Go back......"

Griffith bit his fingers and watched Liang Guo drag the softness of his abdomen and walk towards the third master Wang Tuntun step by step, his body was bleeding, and the ground was dragged wet and slippery.

But Liang Guo's knife from the throat to the crotch was too vicious and deadly, and he only barely came to Wang Tuntun's side, and before he could make any movements, he collapsed like a pillar stone.

Liang Guo was tall, probably close to 1.90 meters, and his body fell down and smashed on the dinner table in front of Wang Tuntun. Wang Tuntun's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and then he saw that many dishes in front of the table were in a mess, a plate of black sauce made of alfalfa was tumbling in the air, hitting his shirt, and the plate that was used as a container fell to the ground with a 'bang' and shattered.

Liang Guo's half of the corpse hung on the table, and as the weight of the lower half of his body gradually slid down, Wang Tuntun moved his position in a bit of confusion, and the corpse fell on his back to the sky, falling at Wang Tuntun's feet, with his face facing him upwards - the process of the corpse sliding down was like a wet towel, leaving a shocking red in the trajectory it traveled.

Griffith glanced at Liang Guo regretfully, then at the dishes on the table that were already completely chaotic, and finally fixed his eyes on the third master.

The other party's expression at this time seemed to be a little aggrieved, as if he was about to cry. Wang Tuntun was holding a silver table knife in his right hand, and before he came, he wanted to kill Liang Guo and avenge the Wang family, but the reason was quite decent and sufficient. It's just that it didn't take long for the final boss to come out, and he was killed by his own words, or his own 'righteousness'.

Righteousness?! Hmph, this made him feel more or less ironic and funny, and even the killing and revenge of the Wang family became a joke.

To tell the truth, when Griffiths lightly threw the knife to Liang Guo, and the latter dissected himself without thinking, Wang Tuntun was really a little overwhelmed, in his imagination, Liang Guo was Griffith's subordinate, and judging by the means shown by Shazhen's recent events, he should be a very capable leader.

In fact, Liang Guo still wears that elegant aristocratic butler uniform to this day, which invisibly shows his status, and it stands to reason that such a person should be an important subordinate to Griffith.

But such a cadre is dead when he says he is dead.

And the reason for this, what Wang Tuntun didn't expect was that the perverted villain in front of him who dined on human flesh actually executed Liang Guo because of his own 'righteous words' defense, this madman, did he really think he was a judge?!

There are many surprising things, after Liang Guo took over the table knife, he didn't know how to resist without even saying a word of justification, and he simply died of seppuku. Whoever dies will die, just like the ancient emperors who had the power of life and death in one. And if you think about it, it's weird.

If all this is done by the slightly pink and cute boy sitting opposite, then his control makes the third master Wang Tuntun feel chills all over his body when he thinks about it. And these finally made Wang Tuntun realize that he had definitely encountered something like a pervert or a madman.

At this time, Griffith just revealed the tissue covering his face, he glanced at Liang Guo sadly, his mouth seemed to be muttering words like 'my poor little Liang Guo', tears flashed, but then he cleaned up his mood, and asked Wang Tuntun with a smile if he was satisfied with this kind of disposal.

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Griffith is a madman, he kills not only others, but also his own.

Wang Tuntun's understanding of Griffith was deeper, which made him feel uncomfortable. But the good news is that Liang Guo is dead, and only he and Griffith are left in this stone chamber.

This Griffith has a nervous problem, the kind of method he used to throw throwing knives can easily kill Wang Tuntun a hundred times, but she is still a child. Wang Tuntun seemed to be floating in the sea waiting for rescue, he groped with the palm of his hand, and suddenly seemed to touch a piece of driftwood.

In despair, something cracked open and gave off the light of hope. Counterpart...... It's a kid......

Griffith began to be a little absent-minded again at this time, and he sat like a king, reminiscing like an old man. Wang Tuntun carefully hid a table knife in his cuffs, and then stood up pretending to have something to ask.

"Your decision is very wise, Liang Guo is innocent of death, I am not right to beat you, and I am innocent of death." Wang Tuntun moved towards Griffith a little bit, his body was a little tense, but his expression was trying his best to attract the other party, he did a good job, Griffiths raised his round head with great interest, so, he continued:

"But I still don't understand one more question, Liang Guo, as your right-hand man, can serve you to death, and it is worth it for you to let your loyal subordinates bury a little person like me...... You die! ”

Wang Tuntun's speed of speech was not fast, but the speed of his feet was constant and steady, and when he said 'for the burial of a little man like me', he had already paced in front of Griffith, and at that time, the other party was holding his chin with his hands and listening attentively.

So Wang Tuntun took out the murder weapon from his sleeve, shouted 'You are going to die', and frantically stabbed the silver fork in his hand into Griffith's eye. The boy was immersed in Wang Tuntun's story, completely unaware of the other party's authenticity and fierceness - this may be the limitation of his experience and wisdom as a child. So the man was laughing one moment, and the next second he was stuck with a fork in his eye and Ah Ah screamed.

The knife and fork grazed deep into his eyes, as if he were about to penetrate his brain, and in a moment red blood began to spray and drip along the bright silver hilt.

"Ahhhh......h The boy with an abnormal head was lying on his back and wailing in pain. His hands and body flailed wildly in the air, knocking over the table. Wang Tuntun took two steps back in a panic, and immediately became ecstatic when he saw Griffith's state.

"I'm going to die soon with such a serious injury," he thought, his heart racing and his face pale, but he quietly took two steps back.

The cave was filled with heavy gasps and Griffith's desolate howls, and the sound of liquid gushing sounded like some kind of sticky tap water, which scared and excited Wang Tuntun at the same time.

"You die! You're going to die......"

The boy named Griffith turned his face down the table, knocking over all sorts of bottles and cans along the way. His face was bleeding profusely, and the red liquid and jade skin were intertwined, which was particularly poignant and enchanting.

"It's so painful, it's so painful, it's going to die, it's going to die......," the demon shouted, and in his panic he pulled the fork off his face, but the knife had grazed too deep and brought his entire eyeball down.

For a while, the blood flowed, Wang Tuntun gasped and became excited, he shouted, 'You deserve it', 'It hurts you, it hurts you', 'It hurts you to death'!

The blood continued like a fountain, and a thick red water gradually formed on the ground. After a while, Wang Tuntun's excited shouts gradually weakened, and he looked at the young man in front of him who was waving his limbs, and felt that the other party's blood seemed to be flowing too much.