The antidote was sprayed on Hongmao's face, and Hongmao slowly woke up, and like the others, they all had frightened eyes.

What are these little thugs for?

Bully the weak and make trouble and misanthropy!

What do you get in the end?

"Hello, everyone, this is the last little gangster, let's have a softer approach today."

Jiang Xun opened his mouth with a smile on the face of an old aunt, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, but everyone in the live broadcast room felt shuddered.

After Jiang Xun finished speaking, he dragged out some materials from the trunk, and there were all kinds of pigments and some inexplicable colors of water inside.

After mixing these pigments, Jiang Xun added some special water to these pigments, and then took a pair of scissors and walked towards Hongmao step by step.

The red fur shook his body in horror and kicked his legs straight.

Jiang Xun sneered.

"If you kick it again, I can't guarantee that I won't accidentally make you lose a part of your body!"

When the words fell, the red hair's movements suddenly became much smaller, and he was tied to a tree and cried and wailed in despair.

The mournful wail made the audience in the live broadcast room begin to move, but Jiang Xun did not have the slightest softness.

Originally......

The red hair tore off Mu An'an's clothes, so happy and evil......

Holding scissors to cut off the red-haired clothes little by little, as the last scattered fragments of clothes fell, the red-haired thin fruit appeared in front of everyone's eyes, there was no evil mosaic, and there was no sticker of human and god's anger, so it appeared in front of everyone.

There was a small amount of foul language in the live broadcast room, but it quickly quieted down, and not many people commented again.

It's so quiet just because a large number of Internet police have poured in, and the people in the live broadcast room are very desperate and don't want to be in the limelight in this matter.

Jiang Xun didn't pause any longer, shaved off his hair again, and finally approached Hongmao with a paint tray and paintbrush, and then explained to the live broadcast room.

"Today, I'll draw a picture for everyone."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Xun's expression became serious and he drew meticulously.

She hadn't touched a paintbrush for a long time, but the foundation was there, and the skill bonus was not for fun, so the drawings on the brush quickly became fascinating.

Pieces of hell on earth fell on Hongmao's body, covering his whole body, even on his face and head.

After three hours of quick painting, the painting on Hongmao's body was finally over.

Jiang Xun smiled and reported the address of this place again to the live broadcast room, and finally said.

"The painting on his body must be known to those who know how to paint in the live broadcast room, and it is worth no less than 10 million."

Saying this, Jiang Xun closed the live broadcast room.

For those who love painting, they naturally know that the artistic conception contained in the painting is rare, and it depends on how the Hongmao family chooses......

After changing his appearance again, Jiang Xun cleaned up all the paint, and then drove away, letting the red hair hang on the tree.

The red hair was quickly recovered, but at the same time, there were also various masters of Chinese painting present.

All show that the paintings on Hongmao's body are indeed precious and of immeasurable value.

Hearing this, Hongmao, who was originally frightened and weak, and his parents suddenly came to their senses.

In particular, the red hair doesn't seem to be fine.

In the end, everyone carefully sent the red hair to the hospital for examination, and then took off some pigment powder and sent it for examination.

During the inspection, Hongmao and his family had already begun to make money, and if they wanted to see the paintings on Hongmao's body, they had to give money, and they had to give a lot of money.

Those masters were not short of money and flocked to them for inspiration.

This matter lasted for three days, and it became more and more popular, Jiang Xun never showed up, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with the pigments sent for testing.

Until the evening of the third day, Jiang Xun started a live broadcast in the small hotel again.

"Hello, I'm here again, I just forgot to tell you something."

Jiang Xun had a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had succeeded in a conspiracy.

For this dangerous person who has not yet been arrested, the police are always paying attention, and at this moment, Jiang Xun naturally came in as soon as he appeared again to persuade Jiang Xun to surrender.

Jiang Xun just shook his head: "I have already told you, this time is just my personal revenge, just revenge on the enemy who hurt my daughter, after the matter is over, I will leave quietly." ”

The smile on the corner of Jiang Xun's mouth fell, and he said very calmly, his eyes were indifferent, there was no arrogance and ferocity of a murderer, and some were just plain.

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to tell you something."

The corners of Jiang Xun's mouth hung up a wicked smile again, as if the blandness just now was just an illusion.

"Originally, the pigments were not harmful to the body, but once the pigments came into contact with the body for more than a day, the parts that came into contact with the body began to fester, from the inside out...... Now that three days have passed, the inside of the red hair must be almost rotten, but he can't detect it at all, until ...... Hell is rotten! ”

With this sentence, Jiang Xun closed the live broadcast room, and the police hurriedly went to notify the Hongmao family.

However, by the time they arrived, it was too late, and Redhair's skin had begun to fester, just the size of a finger, but it was this little bit of place, which was like merging with the hell map on his body, and it looked even more shocking, and Redhair's parents were about to take him to the hospital, but Redfur didn't seem to feel it.

Jiang Xun directly released the spy mosquito to monitor the red hair, and then connected to the live broadcast room.

The live broadcast room, which had just been closed for an hour, was turned on again.

"Hello, I'm back again, as far as I know, the red-haired skin has begun to fester, how can I not let you watch such a beautiful scene."

Subsequently, all the scenes monitored by the spy mosquito were transmitted to the live broadcast room in real time.

The police in the live broadcast room were shocked, and hurriedly contacted the people present to check various monitoring devices nearby.

However, the spy mosquito is so small that it cannot be easily detected by ordinary means, and the spy mosquito easily evades the police and follows the red hair all the way to the hospital.

Because there is a painting on Hongmao's body, the group is reluctant to damage this painting, after all, they have made a lot of money relying on the painting on Hongmao's body during this time.

They didn't take it seriously when the police came over.

There is no such amazing thing in this world.

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, the red hair is only wrapped around a simple bath towel, and the pigment used in this painting is relatively special and not easy to be cleaned off.

However, as soon as the red fur was sent to the gate of the hospital, he suddenly screamed, and then the screams did not stop, as if the red fur was suffering a terrible torture.

Jiang Xun deliberately switched the camera to the arm of the red hair, which had rotted away.

I saw that the rotten skin, which was only the size of a fingernail, actually began to bleed pus, and the skin where the pus flowed continued to rot, revealing the terrifying flesh and blood.

In this way, in just ten minutes, Hongmao's entire arm had rotted, and pus touched Hongmao's body and began to spread......