Chapter 1613 This Kind of Behavior Is Called: Pretending! Forced [hilarious]

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Poison!

That's not a potion, that's poison!

Gong Jue was on guard, and the sharp knife in his hand was clenched again.

He never expected that this sick and weak young man who cooked medicine would actually be a master of using poison.

However, the young man who cooked the medicine still looked faint: "If I hadn't sprinkled medicine into the well water every day for the past two days, do you think it would be so easy for you to kill all the people in Heff today?" This is soft gluten loose and a small amount of arsenic. I don't have to do anything, I just give them medicine regularly, and even if you don't kill them, they won't live for three days. ”

Gong Jue's breath is stagnant!

Feelings: Did he kill someone just now or was it redundant?

Huff's people, sooner or later, will have to die?

It turned out that this young man was silent just now, and showed him the medicinal juice and dead ants, so that he could see this poisonous hand!

The palace lord was depressed for a moment.

"You can kill, but it's a pity that it's too slow." The little wild cat has been here for a day and a night, how do I know if she has been wronged! ”

Did Huff's shameless perversion do any harm to the little wildcat? Just thinking about it makes him feel so worried.

The young man who cooked the medicine was still unhurried, and his eyes raised slightly: "Slow? Then you are wrong. It's a pity that your eyes are not very good. Otherwise, you should see that the male ants on the ground have been abolished by me, and they have lost their ability to reproduce and have no impulse to reproduce. ”

Gong Jue: "......! ”

Even if his eyes are good, it is impossible for him to see such a small ant clearly, and there are any changes and damage to the raw ants, breeding, and organs, right?

This underbeaten kid is really excessive!

He really felt that this was the boy he had met in his life, and he could make people angry with every word.

He was depressed, but he couldn't say what it was.

I don't know what words to use to describe this feeling.

After many years, recalling this scene again, Gong Jue finally knew why he always couldn't help but want to beat this young man who was cooking medicine.

Because this guy is too capable of pretending and forced!

You say that he will use poison, and it will make it impossible for dishonest men to vent ~ evil ~ thoughts, then just say no.

I had to pretend to poison a team of ants, and I also abolished some of the functions of male ants......

What is this not pretending?

Pretending to be forced to be struck by lightning, hum!

At that time, in the face of the young man who pretended to be forced to cook medicine, Gong Jue was so angry that he was helpless.

This young man is weak, he may cut his throat if he pinches it, he can't beat it, and he can't say it.

In a depression, he could only continue to ask: "According to what you said, the little wild cat just left unharmed?" Did you see her and her loved ones leave? ”

The young man raised his eyebrows abruptly: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, it's about the same." Her mother was gone, and she joined her father and brother and left. Before leaving, she asked me to say 'goodbye' to her if someone came to her. ”

"That's it?" The palace lord couldn't say anything in his heart.

It seems that somewhere in my heart, a corner is suddenly missing.

He wanted to repay the favor, but the little wild cat waved his sleeves and walked away without taking a cloud with him.

The phrase "goodbye" seems to put a stop on them.

The world is so big, can we still have a chance to meet again in this life?

"Why aren't you leaving?"

The young man glared at him impatiently.

Gong Jue: "......"

If it weren't for the little wild cat, you think I'd be willing to come to your broken yard?

The palace lord glared at him unceremoniously, snorted coldly, and walked away.

In the courtyard, the young man was left alone.

He boiled the poison, but his eyes were cast to the distant horizon, and he mutteredβ€”