The Shadow Man knelt in front of me, tears streaming from his eyes, ticking to the ground, as if it were a localized rainstorm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For some reason, I was a little surprised by the color of his tears.

It's not black.

"I am wrong, I beg you, if you really have a way to give me my hand back......" he pleaded with his head on the ground in a low voice, completely deprived of his former violence and arrogance.

Star Ring slowly walked in front of him, looking at the killer in front of him like a defeated dog.

"Long night, give me your hand." He looked back at me, held out his right hand to me, and motioned for me to give it to him.

I nodded, and threw my severed arm at the ring.

The star ring firmly caught the brown severed arm, and at the neatly severed section, the blood was congealed on the wound due to the time stop.

"Looks like this right arm is the source of your strength." The Ring held the arm and shook it above the Shadowman's head.

The Shadow Man nodded fiercely, "Yes, yes, so please give it back to me, I'll do whatever I want!" ”

"Are you really willing to do whatever you want?" Star Ring's tone was full of evil, and even his eyes were not serious.

It turns out that my uncle is actually an old rascal? And an old rascal who is only interested in men?

"Really! If only you could restore me! The Shadow One even kowtowed, smashing a small hole in the ground.

"So, is that okay?" Starring laughed and stomped the Shadowman's head to the ground.

The Shadow Man wept, looking pitiful, "No problem, if you want to!" ”

After all, if he lost his abilities, he would just look like an ordinary elven youth.

But the way he looks now, it's really hard for people to associate him with the arrogance and arrogance he had before.

"So what?!" Starring laughed maniacally, pressed his heel against the back of his head, and rubbed his heel violently from side to side.

As a bystander, I could even see the shadow's face twisted into a ball due to pain.

But for some reason, I don't feel the slightest pity for him.

Obviously he was in such pain, and what Mingxing was doing now made no sense.

"Alright." The Rings put him down on the Shadowman's right foot, and the Shadowman fell to the ground and sobbed silently.

Seeing him crying, I probably finally understood why I couldn't show any pity for him.

Because of disgusting.

Yes, I find it disgusting for him to look pitiful.

is obviously a person who has even discarded integrity and principles for money, obviously a person who will do anything for profit, and obviously a person who is as hysterical as a gas can, why can he still make such a pitiful appearance of course?

Ah, because this pretending to be pitiful is also part of his methods.

Everything he's doing now is to get his severed arm back, isn't it?

Gou Jian spent three years in the pigsty to regain his freedom, and the Shadow Artist was able to regain his power just by suffering such humiliation, and this price was ...... Isn't it a little too low?

And, what if, after he has regained his powers, he starts fighting against us again?

Yes, he is not a man of trust.

Why is it worth believing a person who can even turn against each other for the sake of profit?

"Uncle Shi." I put my hand on the ring's shoulder.

He looked back at me, "What's wrong?" ”

"Do you remember what I said to you when you cut off his hand?" I looked at the star ring earnestly and said word by word.

The ring's eyes were fixed on me, as if thinking about something.

"Wait, you mean......" his eyes were a little weird, "are you really going to take his hand and smack him in the mouth?" ”

I nodded.

"Okay." Starring handed his severed hand back into mine, "It's a defeat for you, I thought you were joking." ”

"Maybe." I took the severed arm and shrugged my shoulders, "But I suddenly changed my mind." ”

Then, I crouched down and grabbed the Shadow Figure's hair, lifting his head up.

His face was contorted with pain, but he didn't scream.

"Can you bear it?" I looked at him playfully, holding his severed arm in my right hand and shaking it in front of his eyes.

"Do you want it?" I gently patted him on the side of the face with my severed hand, and a crisp sound followed.

He endured the pain and nodded, his eyes full of longing for the brown arm.

"Want it?" I laughed, "Then I'll give you more!" “

'Smack! I swung the severed arm in my hand and slapped the Shadow Shadow hard.

Slap yourself with your own hands.

"Do you still want it?" I pressed my face close and whispered in his ear.

Although his face was hot and painful, and his mouth was constantly hissing, he still nodded.

"Wow!" This answer was so right that I immediately waved my severed arm in my hand, leaving a red mark on his handsome face once again.

"Oh, what's going on, why do you have a slap mark on your face?" I looked at the red patches on his face and asked with pretended concern, "Who the hell is it that left such a piercing slap mark on such a beautiful face?" “

Then, I looked at the palm of the severed arm, compared the palm prints on his face, and pretended to be shocked, and said, "Oh my God, how is this slap print the same as the one on your face, it must have been your own blow." “

"Come, tell me, did you beat yourself yourself?" I asked with a playful smile as I looked into his teary eyes and asked maliciously.

He endured the pain and nodded.

"Speak, if you don't speak, how do I know if you hit it yourself?" I smiled and looked into his eyes.

"I ......," he sobbed, with a crying voice, "it's my ......"

"It's me...... Hit. ”

"What?!" I was shocked, "You actually hit yourself?" ”

"You're such a bad boy." Immediately afterward, I resumed my bad smile again, "For bad boys, then I have to punish them well." ”

"How to punish it?" I pretended to think.

There was horror in the Shadowman's eyes, and he kept avoiding my gaze.

"Ah, just punish yourself for slapping yourself a hundred times, you must make a sound." I said happily, like a child getting a new toy.

"Ahh I grinned, "But that's okay, I can help you." ”

Then, I lifted his severed brown arm again.

Sunlight shone through that arm, casting a long shadow on the shadow man's face.