When some animals are in mortal danger, they will whimper and expose their soft bellies, in this way to show their opponents submission.

People and animals are not the same. When people are faced with slaughter, if they don't have the courage to accept or resist, they will curl up and try their best to protect their vital points with their bodies.

Just like the current Cai, she shrunk into a human egg in her own blood mud, maybe she also fantasized that at the critical moment, she could be like a hedgehog, and suddenly grow a sharp hard thorn.

Liang Weisuo didn't think Cai's performance was ridiculous, as a novice who killed people for the first time, Cai's unclever self-protection method also caused him to have a lot of helplessness. He wanted to stab Cai in the throat or heart, but Cai compressed his vital space to the extreme, and in the eyes of onlookers, this evil woman had the potential to be reincarnated as the eighth turtle king in her next life.

"This is the end of knocking on the bones and sucking the marrow of Li Min!" The heroes of Liangshan pointed and pointed to this side, and talked softly.

Liang Weisuo didn't have that much ear power, he couldn't hear what everyone was saying, so he naturally regarded the leader's guidance as contempt and ridicule. Liang Weisuo is also a man, especially after holding the knife and seeing the blood, the feeling of raising his eyebrows after the salted fish turns over is uncontrollable, he definitely does not want to be underestimated by others - a big man, he can't kill a slut who is half dead on the bloody ground - Liang Weisuo's current self-esteem does not allow him to accept this rash evaluation!

With a vague roar in his throat, like a warning from a beast with its prey in its mouth to a predator who tried to get closer, Liang Weisuo held the knife in both hands and pounced on Cai Shi on the ground with red eyes.

If the slut doesn't obediently suffer death with a knife, you have to taste the taste of being pierced with a knife, and the chief official will fulfill you!

The light of the knife rose and fell, the blood fountain splashed, and Liang Weisuo stabbed like crazy, swinging the knife and stabbing in Cai's screams. But a novice is a novice, even if he is crazy to this point, he can still see the kind of beginner youth - the dying Cai unconsciously waved the remnant of his left hand to fight for his life, and the tips of his fingers touched Liang Weisuo's ankle, Liang Weisuo jumped up as if he had been bitten by a five-step snake!

The indulgent killer stabbed continuously at this time, as if he was infinitely powerful, but he didn't dare to allow Cai's weak fingertips to dip a little on his body, and it seemed to be weak and decaying - this is the psychological protection of the first-time murderer, blood can be splashed on the body, face, hands, mouth, this is unavoidable, but he can't tolerate being touched by the body of the deceased, even the slightest touch, will let the fear of death be transmitted into the softest corner of the heart, perhaps, from then on it will be a lifetime of horror and companionship.

In order to hide his timidity, Liang Weisuo howled, stomped on Cai's remaining hand under his feet, and after a few kicks, he stomped hard, as if he wanted to use this roughness to transfer back the terror hidden in his body.

At the foothold, the bones were shattered, but Cai's violent convulsions born from pain were also transmitted to Liang Weisuo's feet, and after a moment of trance, Liang Weisuo became even more frightened, this kind of life throbbing under the touch of death, whether it was life or death, it was a terrible experience.

The more frightened he is, the tighter the knife in his hand. Liang Wei whined in his mouth, and raised his knife to stab Cai's body.

Although Cai, who has been pampered since childhood, is well-nourished and healthy, he is now stabbed like a plate of squirrel hanging fish from a famous dish in later generations, and finally dies thoroughly. The heart that lost its vitality could no longer pump blood to the whole body, Liang Wei locked his hands and fell down, the splashed blood fountain became smaller and smaller, the red knife went in, the red knife came out, the red knife turned into a red knife in, and the white knife came out.

Ximen Qing and their bystanders are clear, Liang Weisuo is already at the end of the crossbow, it can be seen from a small detail - he could have poked Cai's eyeballs with a knife, but Liang Weisuo's hand somehow deviated, the tip of the knife crooked out, poked into Cai's bun - both the killer and the killed were afraid, but the killed were relieved after enduring a moment of pain, and the double fear left behind was borne by the murderer, for Liang Weisuo, a novice, this burden seemed too heavy.

Therefore, his heart filled with fear can no longer be loaded with fresher and more spicy stimulation - a knife into the eye socket, so that the eyeballs with the splashing crystals flying in the knife light, he is not blessed, under the guidance of this subconscious, Liang Weisuo's blade subconsciously avoided Cai's face, compared to her torn corpse, this woman's face is extremely intact, and it can even be said to be perfect.

In a pool of blood, only this face is less cruel, although the expression on the face is full of pain and struggle, cemented into a strange mask - but beauty is beauty, even if it is a femme fatale, she is still full of an alternative charm in the moment of zuihou, the face that is forever frozen.

Liang Weisuo didn't know that his cowardice had been understood by others, and he was still struggling, persevering in stabbing Cai's corpse. The excitement of the first killing was only temporary, blood and fear had already occupied his body, and at this time he had lost his judgment, and there was only one thought left in his mind - stab!

As for when it will be stabbed, it's not something he can think about. At this time, Liang Weisuo is more like a machine that is not fine, and excessive wear and tear may make him collapse in the next moment.

Of course, Ximenqing will not let this chess piece lose its use value, and replace it with a more hypocritical statement - that is very inhumane. Looking at Liang Weisuo, who rolled into a red monkey in the blood mud, Ximenqing smiled, flicked his fingers, and a copper coin dart flew out, hitting the knife edge raised by Liang Weisuo.

The crisp sound of the collision of the darts and knives was like the sound of a mallet at the end of a big play, which was deafening and deafening, and restored a trace of clarity in Liang Weisuo's confused mind. But at the same time, he seemed to have lost all his strength, his legs went limp, and Liang Weisuo slowly collapsed to the ground like a mud tire that had been splashed with a bucket of blood, languishing.

Suddenly, the amplified smell of blood hit his nasal cavity and stomach wall like a flood that broke the embankment, and there was a special viscous feeling all over the body.

Liang Wei burst into tears, the blood splashed on his face was also washed away and furrowed, and his whole face seemed to be composed of ridges of fertile cotton fields.

After he squandered all his strength in crying, Ximen Qing picked him up. Although the current Liang Weisuo is covered with blood all over his body, Ximenqing doesn't care, his heart is like a stone, and a little blood is nothing to him.

"That's it! Don't cry! Ximen Qingwen said, "As a father, in order to protect his son, he has the courage to bear sins that he never dared to imagine - this is a great courage!" I am also a father, and in this position, I admire you. Right! You don't have to look at me in disbelief when you're frightened, it's because you're a not-so-not-so-asshole that I admire your courage at this point! ”

As he spoke, Ximenqing patted Liang Weisuo's shoulder very intimately. As soon as men talk about playing with women, they have a common topic to talk about, but slaughtering a woman like Cai's together is also a way to get closer to each other, and now Ximenqing looks at Liang Weisuo much more pleasing to the eye.

"You should take a shower, change your clothes inside and out, and if you can sleep peacefully, it will be perfect." Ximen Qing snapped his fingers as he spoke, and the little minion who brought the Cai family here came out again, and went with Liang Weisuo, who was like a lost soul. Now Liang Weisuo is like a puppet, whoever leads him will follow.

Seeing that Liang Weisuo had gone away, Ximen Qing smiled and asked the people who accompanied him: "Who has a hand towel?" Lend me one. ”

All the heroes in Liangshan are rough men, and they can wipe their buttocks by touching the soil after shitting, and there are really not many people with handkerchiefs around them. Fortunately, Ximenqing went out this time, and he was accompanied by a civilized man, a divine doctor, An Daoquan, as a doctor, he is still very particular about hygiene. At this time, hearing that Ximen Qing was going to use a hand towel, An Daoquan hurriedly handed over his hand towel.

Ximenqing took it and wiped the floating blood on his hand, and then stretched out his hand again: "The knife is coming!" ”

Bao Xu, the god of mourning, did not dare to slack off, and quickly pulled out his mourning sword, reversed the hilt of the sword and sent it over.

Ximen Qing put his hand on the clean side of the towel, lifted the mourning sword and pulled a few sword flowers, nodded and praised: "Good sword!" Although it is not a divine weapon, there is a faint red light on the blade of the sword, and it is obvious that it has drunk a lot of blood, right? ”

Bao Xu smiled: "Since my debut, the little brother has cut off three hundred and twelve heads under this sword, and this name of 'Mourning God' came from this way!" The sword has drunk the blood of the corrupt and evildoers, and naturally it will have spirituality! ”

Ximen Qing said with a smile: "Then, today, on top of the three hundred and twelve heads, make up a number!" ”

As he spoke, he stepped on a pool of blood to Cai's corpse, looking at the only delicate face in the mess, Ximen Qing sighed leisurely: "Such a beautiful human head can be collected as a work of art!" ”

Pulling the hair bun of Cai's corpse with one hand, and swinging the sword with the other, he gently and skillfully cut off the head. At this time, the blood of the corpse had almost dried up, and the red tide in the cavity was only surging slightly, and it did not spray out the general climate.

Carrying the head, Ximen Qing sent it to An Dao comprehensively, and said with a smile: "Doctor Anshen, this head, you have made it with medicine, and when you take the head of Cai Jing's old thief in the future, he will have red face and white hair, and it will be a good deed to reunite his father and daughter!" ”

All the heroes listened and shouted in unison. This is exactly what it is:

And I like to remove the poisonous python today, and also think about the dragon in the Ming Dynasty. But I don't know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown.