Although he has seen all kinds of strange degenerates, Sang Ziqing is somewhat speechless at this time.

Yang Susu only had crazy words in his mouth that he firmly believed, and he couldn't ask for the slightest useful information.

But also, after all, the degenerate are self-deceiving lunatic, and normal people like themselves cannot understand it.

The nails painted with light blue starshine, the surrounding air currents are constantly circling and fluttering, and from time to time there are two walls of wind, whistling and pushing to both sides.

A fingertip that can cut through the air!

Sang Ziqing threw the silk wrapping knife, spun around in the air and then fell back into his hand.

The woman's hands are too dangerous to be dealt with first.

He sped forward, the red threads hooked up between his index and middle fingers trying to bypass Yang Susu's arm joints.

The woman had long been on guard against the inexplicable appearance of the silk thread, and with a gentle wave of her right fingers together, the firmly tightened red silk instantly drifted away like a cloud and turned into a thousand threads.

No matter how tough an object is, if it is stripped to the point of spider silk, it will become fragile.

"It's hard... Gotta think of something else... Anyway, tomorrow is Thursday..."

Sang Ziqing was speechless and took out a delicate pistol from the back of his blue and white beach pants.

Without blinking, he shot twice at the woman in front of him.

A wonderful scene happened suddenly.

An unprecedented panicked look appeared on Yang Susu's face, as if compared to the treacherous abilities of the two and the abnormal changes in their bodies, the equipment used to exchange fire under this normal order was more intimidating.

"You're an official person, why can you carry a gun with you?"

She waved her hand angrily, and the metal bullet instantly turned into a light paper coat flying in the air.

After stepping on the ladder of order, people's physical fitness will be greatly strengthened, and for Yang Susu, a degenerate who has stepped into disorder, his vision has already been strengthened like never before.

The trajectory of the bullet can be easily captured.

Sang Ziqing was silent for a moment, walked around behind the man in the human skin clothes, and walked straight towards the grand piano.

"It's really sick to be a degenerate, but still sticking to the cognition of the orderly world!"

He sat down in a chair covered with a purple plush blanket and struck the keys.

Yang Susu's ears sounded soothing music, and he was still tense, wary of the man in front of the piano.

"What the hell do you want to do?!"

"Ask for medicine!"

"Then you should go to the hospital!"

Sang Ziqing played more and more distracted, and the soothing and beating notes became light and agile.

Yang Susu clearly saw that the red silk thread hooked on the young man's ten fingers was penetrating the roof, and he didn't know where to go.

Suddenly, something unimaginable happened again.

The clothes hanging on the hangers in the corridor actually danced happily to the music.

"The clothes are moving? Nope... It's you, what is this... Magic? ”

Sang Ziqing looked at Yang Susu with an undisguised vicious gaze.

Clothes?

It's a piece of skin that has been perfectly peeled off from the human body!

Clothes of various designs dance in the living room.

The strange steps seem to be performing an unknown ritual activity.

Rao is any normal person who sees this scene, I am afraid that he will be scared out of schizophrenia on the spot.

A silver-white backless banquet dress suddenly moved forward, and the still warm white arms firmly grasped Yang Susu.

Without the support of bones, the force point that can pull the red silk is insufficient, even so, Yang Susu still did not break free.

It's not that I can't, but I don't want to!

The light happy chapter came to an abrupt end.

Sang Ziqing propped his arms on the keys and tilted his head to look at Yang Susu, who was frozen in place.

"You know what those things are."

"A work full of fiancé's painstaking efforts... I don't want to damage them... Although it is a little incompatible with my figure... But after all, it was a gift for me. ”

Yang Susu's tone was full of sorrow and affection, and his eyes were full of pity, and he reluctantly stared at the arm that grabbed him.

Sang Ziqing stumbled up from the piano, hugged the black trash can on the side of the coffee table, and vomited.

"It's disgusting..."

Lifted from the trash can was an incomparably eerie face.

Piercing screams resounded throughout the floor.

The two red threads penetrated the skin on Yang Susu's wrists, crawled under the skin, passed through the arms, tightly wound the joints, and broke out of the skin again.

The woman fell to her knees in pain, crunching down, this time holding on to the warm flesh beside her.

Red Silk severed the reactive nerves in her arms and wrists, causing her arms to droop.

Sang Ziqing thought for a moment, perhaps because he felt that it was still not safe enough, so he paddled the wooden stick removed from the hanger and broke Yang Susu's arms entirely.

"Ahh Ahh

Yang Susu howled in pain, kicked his legs, and kept approaching the man on the sofa.

Sang Ziqing frowned.

It seems that there will still be a lot of trouble.

He grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table, smashed Yang Susu's ten fingers to pieces, and simply broke her legs with silk threads.

When everything was ready, he smiled heartily and returned to the couch contentedly, sitting side by side with the man wrapped in flesh.

The man had long had no expectations for this rescuer from heaven, he was more like a demon than a savior.

"Oh my God~" Sang Ziqing hooked the man's shoulder, "The man who loves you so much will only make clothes that don't fit!" ”

The man's corner was filled with fear, and the sharp pain in his shoulder made him tremble.

The compatibility between myself and this skin is really a bit poor.

"He just didn't measure my body... It's not his fault..."

"Aren't you an unmarried couple who know each other's depths and lengths, how can you not grasp this size well?"

After listening to Sang Ziqing's words, the man tried his best to shake his head, but his body couldn't move.

"You! What do you know?! ”

Yang Susu's anger burned all the qi and blood in his body, and in the end, only his head shook violently a few times.

"Then tell me about it..."

"Why does your beloved man ignore you, and why does your fiancé have a lot of fear for you?"

"Why didn't he laugh?"

"Why is he already rotting?"

Sang Ziqing questioned one after another, and a silk wrapping knife slid down the man's shoulder.

The man didn't know the pain, and the entire skin and flesh next door were cut open in an instant.

The dark red flesh color has a clear and visible rich foul smell.

The taste is comparable to that of sun-dried fish on the beach.

Yang Susu had never thought about such questions, and these ugly realities, like fine sand in rubble, were perfectly filtered out by the sieve of memory.

"No... Nope... I don't understand what you're saying! ”

"The devil is whispering... You shitty thing... Why do you ask about my life! ”

Her shoulders twitched violently, as if she wanted to raise her hand to cover her ear, but her broken arm refused to obey no matter how hard she tried.

"Hey, your life? This false illusion like a bubble shattering? Sister Su, you really don't want to be sober! ”

Sang Ziqing half-squatted in front of the worm-like woman, holding her sweet face with both hands that was extremely out of tune with her figure.

Shh!!h