"Whew-"

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"Boy! Do you want to do it? ”

Different from the surprise in Mr. Mo's heart, the monster in his hand was obviously extremely angry at Mr. Mo's actions just now, and roared directly.

"I'm curious. Aren't you unable to leave the palm of my hand? What if ......" Mr. Mo paused, with a weird and very grim smile on his face, "If I cut off my palm, will you die?" ”

"Boy, you're crazy !?"

Mr. Youkai isn't curious about this at all! And if you cut off your palm or something, it's obvious that there is something wrong with your head!

"How could I be crazy! It seems that you may die! Besides, you seem to have done something to my left hand, why is it so hard to cut? ”

Mr. Mo is really becoming more and more calm, and he still has the leisure to ask this.

"Humph! When you fainted before, you found that you were trapped in the palm of your hand, and the deity spent some immortal power to transform your palm. ”

Although he was extremely dissatisfied with Mr. Mok, he still gave an explanation for Mr. Mo's problem. However, when Mr. Mo heard this, his eyes lit up.

Immortal power? Do the immortals use the power? Sounds like a good thing! Mr. Mo's mind was in a hurry, but he didn't have the intention of getting the immortal power he wanted, so he asked other questions,

"Didn't you occupy most of my body before? Didn't the occupied places be renovated at that time? ”

"The deity doesn't have so much immortal power to waste!"

Does it mean that immortal power cannot be restored? Or is it just that this world can't be restored? But it doesn't matter! Mr. Mo continued to sneer. Raise the pencil sharpener in your hand and make another cut on the back of your hand near your wrist.

This time, the monster did not let Mr. Mo do it, but controlled the palm of his left hand to struggle violently, and at the same time scolded Mr. Mo angrily. However, Mr. Mo tightened all the muscles of his left hand, and even if the monster struggled violently, it could only make the muscles of his left hand spasm and twitch.

Although the pain caused by the spasms was also extremely uncomfortable, Mr. Mo barely endured it, and the pencil sharpener in his hand continued to cut. When he saw that the lower part of his wrist had been cut out of the wound and began to bleed, Mr. Mo finally stopped.

The slender wound exposed the orange fat under the skin, constantly stimulating Mr. Mo's nerves, making him grin and gasp in pain. This is the pain of the skin! The feeling of cutting by yourself is completely different from the feeling of being cut and cut in normal times! The pain seemed to be doubling and making his scalp tingle!

Estimating that it was difficult to cut the bones with a pencil sharpener, Mr. Mo gritted his teeth and planned to go back to the kitchen to cut with a kitchen knife.

Although one person and one demon chatted quite happily before, Mr. Mo is super grudgeful! He wouldn't ignore the fact that the monster almost killed himself! And...... He really didn't want to touch these paranormal things! Even if...... To cut off the left hand!!

After turning around and locking the car first, Mr. Mo went straight upstairs. While walking, I chatted with the monster,

"You know what? In fact, my dominant hand is left-handed~ But there is no obstacle to using the right hand. ”

The relaxed tone seemed to be just ordinary small talk, and there was no sign that Mr. Mo was going to kill the other party. But the youkai didn't answer, just remained silent.

"By the way, what's your name? What type of yokai is? I don't think I said it all along! ”

"Humph! The deity Huang Dingtian was born in the dream demon family. Boy, do you want to hear the deity beg for mercy? ”

"Huang Dingtian? What about the unexpected domineering name! ”

Mr. Mo nodded thoughtfully, I don't have any concept of a dream demon or anything, it's probably a monster whose ability is related to dreams! But the monsters related to dreams, this is very concerning!

"Begging for mercy or something, you won't do it even if you die, right? After all, it's a youkai that has lived for tens of thousands of years! ”

Dream Demon Huang Dingtian snorted coldly and stopped talking. Indeed, as Mr. Mok said, he would never beg for mercy. As a monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, he has his unyielding pride and his own persistence, and the dragon will never beg for mercy from the ants even if he is down!

"Actually, I hope you keep struggling! It's so calm, what if I suddenly can't do anything to myself! ”

After Mr. Mo stopped cutting his hands with a knife, Huang Dingtian stopped struggling. Mr. Mo was really afraid that without his struggle to distract his attention, he would give up the idea of chopping his hands if he was cranky. After all, it's a part of your body! How could it not be a moment or two!?

"By the way, are you Dream Demon Clan very strong? How does it compare to those superraces? ”

Although he didn't want to know too much, but he couldn't think of any topic to divert his attention, Mr. Mo could only lead the topic back here, and he couldn't discuss his sister with him!

Huang Dingtian was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke,

"The Dream Demon Clan is just an ordinary race, among the many starry races, it is inconspicuous, not even powerful, let alone compared to those super races that stand at the peak of the sea of stars."

The deep unwillingness and helplessness in his tone made Mr. Mo silent.

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Huang Dingtian continued to speak,

"If a group doesn't have Da Luo Jin Xian, then it will always be a weak race, and unfortunately, the deity is already the strongest existence in the clan. It's ironic that this one is the strongest, and it's so weak! ”

How so? As soon as he came out of the novice village after fighting the mobs, he was killed by a passing full-level brave. That's probably how it feels! Aggrieved, unwilling, and the hopeless powerlessness engraved in the depths of the soul!

It's not a long way from the garage to home, and it's time for a casual conversation. When I opened the door, I didn't see my sister Xiaoqiu and Sister Yu Penglai, maybe I went to Xiaoqiu's bedroom to chat!

Mr. Mo did not go directly to the kitchen, but went to find something like bandage medicine and prepared first aid measures. He didn't want to bleed!

In the kitchen, Mr. Mo put his left hand on the cutting board, and in his right hand held a machete that he usually uses to chop bones, and asked seemingly casually,

"Do you have any last words?"

When it came to the end, Mr. Mo was really a little difficult to start. He asked this, just to make up his mind completely!

"I have no regrets in my life, why do I need to say anything!"

At this juncture, Huang Dingtian is calmer than Mr. Mo, they are all demons who have died once, and it is not unacceptable to die completely.

"So...... Say goodbye to this wonderful world!!!! ”

With a roar, Mr. Mo's expression was fierce, he raised his machete high, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly slashed down!

"Whew-"

Suddenly, a low and short sound of breaking wind sounded behind him, and Mr. Mo couldn't react, and he was hit hard in the back of the head. The machete was also deflected, but the blade was close to the position where it was held and slashed slightly to the left hand, leaving a wound that was not too deep.

Mr. Mo didn't know if he had cut off his left hand, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and he fainted instantly.

Behind Mr. Mo's fallen body, the petite figure of his sister Xiaoqiu holding a wooden stick was revealed.

At this moment, Xiao Qiu's face was changing, and it was obvious that her heart was also fluctuating violently.

Xiaoqiu didn't understand what was going on. As soon as she came out of the living room to get some drinks, she smelled a faint smell of blood, and then found blood on the floor, followed the blood stains to the kitchen, and saw her brother holding a machete in his right hand and a strange posture on the cutting board with his left hand, and talking to himself strangely. I don't understand what my brother is saying, but ah! She understands the posture of chopping her hands!

In his heart, Xiao Qiu casually picked up a stick from the side, quickly rushed forward, and smashed a stick on the back of Mr. Mo's head, and the huge force almost killed Mr. Mo!

Looking at Mr. Mo's bleeding arm, Xiaoqiu inexplicably thought that if Mr. Mo's hands and feet were cut off, would Mr. Mo only belong to her in the future?

Thinking about it, his face turned crimson unconsciously. However, he didn't put it into practice, and honestly bandaged Mr. Mo.