When the man heard this, his originally blue face was directly completely dyed with a bit of black gas. Then I saw him roll his eyes, and he fell to the ground in a daze, and he was no longer breathing.

Fu An glanced at him, but there was no sympathy in his eyes. What sympathy to the enemy.

He sighed, "It's pathetic. ”

Pity with the wrong master, pity with the wrong person, will have such an end.

"And who's in charge of giving me this gift now?" Fu An's eyes swept around everyone again, but he still didn't get any reply.

"Since there is no one to help me deliver gifts, it is better for me to deliver them myself."

Hearing this, everyone who was originally nervous suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but when this breath was not completely relaxed, Fu An's next words made them kneel directly on the ground......

"If you don't help me give gifts, then what's the use of me keeping you?" Fu An's voice became very indifferent.

"We, we ......" Everyone knelt on the ground and wanted to beg for mercy, but in the eyes of Shang Fu An, the words begging for mercy were not spoken at all.

The eyes kept intended, anxious to find a reason, and finally someone set their eyes on the pile of corpses, "We can help you clean up ......"

It's just that this person's words were cut off by Fu An before he finished speaking, Fu An sneered and looked at the person who spoke, "You want to say that you can help me clean up these dirty things?" ”

The man wanted to nod, but Fu An's eyes made him unable to even nod, so he could only freeze in place and not know what to do.

Fu An glanced at the person and fell his gaze on everyone, "Since it's dirty, just burn it, why waste so much effort." ”

yes, just burn it. He didn't need their help at all......

But they didn't want to die.

For a while, the whole field was as quiet as a valley of death, and the sound of a needle falling on the ground seemed to be heard.

Fu An didn't speak immediately, as if he wanted to spend all the time with these people, but for these people, every breath of silence was a huge torture for them.

Now their life and death are held in Fu An's hands.

After a long while, when everyone kneeling on the ground felt that they were about to lose their breath, Fu An finally spoke up again, "I've always been a good talker, but it's only three things, and this is just the third time, that is, the last time to ask you, can someone help me give me a gift?" ”

This time, it was no longer silence, but enthusiastic self-recommendation.

"Me."

"Me."

"Me."

……

One after another raised their hands and shouted.

Even if this kind of gift is sent back, it is estimated that they will die, but it is better than letting them be tortured like this here again.

They're fed up with such bloodless torture where life is worse than death!

Hearing this, Fu An raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's really good, then I'll trouble you." "It's called humility and courtesy.

Looking at Fu An's gaze and the smile on his face, everyone didn't dare to keep silent, so they could only say something stubbornly, not troublesome or something like that.

As for the dirty things on the ground, Fu An didn't embarrass them, and directly woke up the shopkeeper and shopkeepers who were still fainting in the lobby, and asked them to pull out the donkey cart used to buy in the restaurant and lend them to these people, so that they could have the tools to transport the "dirty things".

Where did the shopkeeper and the shopkeepers dare to refute, who would have thought that such a pampered teenager would be so bloody.