Listening to others is a tiring errand.

From childhood to adulthood, Xiao Wu is good at listening to others, and he doesn't like to listen to others.

He is proud, withdrawn, has no one in his eyes, and has many bad habits that are difficult to correct, which makes him an outlier.

The life of a rich person is boring, and a boring life often makes people's mood irritable and irritable.

Not erupting in silence,

It is to die in silence.

Xiao Wu rubbed his sour neck and looked up at the sky.

The stars in the sky flickered and dimmed, and in the thick darkness of the depths, it seemed as if there were really countless pairs of eyes staring at him and them.

"It's a good place."

Very quiet and reliable.

After all, he still didn't like the people in front of him, these people had an unspeakable smell of turbidity.

The smell was similar to that of a rotting corpse.

It's a little different.

Everyone has a slight smell on their body, the smell of women's perfume, the smell of men's sweat, the smell of milk from babies, the smell of decay from the elderly, all kinds of smells.

There are good smells, some bad smells, and there are still many people who smell bad.

All in all, Xiao Wu decided to stay away from them.

"Goodbye, then." Uncle Jiang said.

"Good luck." Poison Rain Road.

"Hmm."

Hearing such polite words make you feel even more tired.

Seeing the two of them leave, Xiao Wu began to move.

The first one he targeted was Bemin.

Actually, the choice of him was not intentional, but I just happened to see him standing there, and he looked like he was underbeaten.

The fleshless claws flung it like a wind, but the cunning boy turned his head and dodged it.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

Xiao Wu couldn't help but sigh, sighing that this kid's life is good.

The man who stood closest to Bei Ming was directly subjected to an unwarranted disaster, and his head was cut off by a blow from the bone claw, and he was killed on the spot.

Xiao Wu lowered his head, but saw three corpses lying horizontally on the ground, and he was already covered with blood.

He subconsciously sniffed the air.

Well......

The smell of blood also stinks.

What a terrible smell.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

It's an outsider's voice, it's a stranger's voice!

Oops, too bad.

Xiao Wu's eyes, which had become red from the killing, slowly faded, and there was even a hint of imperceptible horror passing through his eyes.

Hiss, my head hurts!

It seems that there is indeed something wrong with this cheat, every time he kills, he will fall into a series of headaches, like the pain of a hangover and not waking up.

Enduring such a headache, Xiao Wu forced himself to pretend to be nothing, slowly raised his head, and gradually focused his sloppy gaze.

In front of him, there was a man standing.

He quickly remembered that the man standing in front of him seemed to be called Ye Cheng or something.

One, the same rich people.

There are so many rich people in this game.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm just doing what I feel."

yes, what I want from Fafner is a simple good mood.

Killing a few people in the game and having some fun for yourself shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Well, it's nothing.

It's a no-brainer, why do you look at me like that?

I'm just killing someone in the game.

Am I doing something wrong?

……

"Is this thing you gave me sure it's a vase?"

Bemin gritted his teeth and stared hatefully at the distant projection.

His body couldn't move, and the heavy glass bottle weighed down on him, making it difficult for him to even catch his breath.

The fat man is gone, there is no one else around, how long will he be able to stay in this image?

It's disgusting.

The cold wind was blowing by, and Bei Ming only felt that his body was empty, and he didn't feel safe at all, as if he would be blown away by this cold wind casually.

"Cutie, do you think I'm going to lie to you?"

The woman came, and she came quietly, with the usual vicious smile on her face.

From the look in her eyes, Bemin felt the mockery.

His face darkened.

"Don't call me that!"

"Hehe, don't be ignorant."

"You're trying to find a way to get me out of this place! I don't want to be a bottle god, a lamp god or something! …… Hey, you're not lying to me, are you? ”

Beming has completely transformed into the appearance of the god of lights.

He could feel the changes in his body.

A white hand pressed against his bottle and rubbed it gently.

Bang!

The embarrassed Bemin was sprayed out by a stream of air.

The way he is now, it's really miserable.

The limbs were weak and prostrate on the ground, ridiculous and pitiful.

The man who let him out was looking at him with a smile.

Bemin was enraged by her smile and screamed in disregard: "Zero, it's you!" It's all your conspiracy! Why the hell are you ...... Belch! ”

Soon, he couldn't scream.

Zero grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up with just two fingers.

"You scold again?"

"Uh...... Uh......"

"Boy, you're so self-righteous, you don't really think you can be my equal, do you?"

"Uh......"

If Bemin still had eyes, he must be rolling his eyes.

It's a pity that his whole body has now turned into a thick black mist, and there is not a single piece of white skin on his body.

Before his consciousness was completely gone, he was finally let go.

At this moment, he breathed greedily into the terrible air, gasping heavily.

"Zero, you...... What exactly is to be done? ”

"You go back to the bottle and stay."

"What do you want ......?"

"You don't need to ask any more about the rest. After the thing is done, I will give you everything you want, the house, the car, the woman, anything you want, you can make it happen. ”

"I ......"

Beminu snorted, but in the end he didn't say anything more.

It's not that he believes, it's that he doesn't dare to resist anymore.

He didn't dare to expect anything more now, if he could, he wanted to go home, he wanted to go back to that cramped old house, he wanted to go back to jail!

In any case, it's much better than what the hell is now!

Damn, stinky, you lied to me!

How can you lie to me!

"Very well, keep your silence."

……

"Silence is golden."

After Lin Xun said these words, Xiao Wuji raised his head reluctantly.

This seemingly pitiful and innocent child asked weakly: "I feel the killing intent, do you really want to kill me now?" ”

This sentence is undoubtedly nonsense.

"Well, you're right." Lin Xun also nodded frankly.

"Cut." Xiao Wu pursed his mouth, "People haven't done anything wrong, you can't kill me." ”

No matter what kind of person you are, after being pinched by your weakness, you will involuntarily become docile.

Xiao Wu is no exception.

He wanted to live, and he was as eager as he was to kill.