Death is looming.

The Killer Lampman held the handle of the knife tightly, life and death were on the line, and if the hands were loosened, the body would definitely be divided into two parts.

This is an unfortunate thing.

He gritted his teeth tightly and stared at the dog's head, and his eyes gradually showed resentment and resentment.

There were no words, neither of them was speechless.

Without words, it is not that they cannot speak, and their words are unmistakably revealed in their eyes.

The Deadly Lampman stared at the dog's head, staring at the hand, which had slowly pressed down, and the blade of Senhan's blade was gradually approaching his chest.

Death is near.

The dog's head smiled and was vicious, but he didn't make a sound, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

He was still very careful and forceful.

The green tendons on the arms gradually became more and more obvious, and it was difficult to see through the clothes, but the green tendons were too obvious.

It was obvious that it was a poisonous snake, which had been tightly wrapped around its arms, and it seemed to be moving, as if it would jump out and bite others at any time.

The icy cold wind swept across her cheeks, as if the resentful woman was telling her loneliness and remorse, regretting everything.

The dog's eyes widened and roundered, staring at the deadly lampman in a daze.

When people are desperately exerting themselves, their eyes can easily become bigger and rounderer, and he is no exception.

The muscles on his cheeks were twitching, and the sweat on his forehead was magically dripping out, and before he could fall quickly, he was blown away by the cold wind, and he didn't know where or when.

A forest leaf suddenly floated to the cheek of the deadly lampman, clinging to a pair of eyes.

The Lamplightman didn't care, and he didn't dare to care.

If he cares about this forest leaf now, he will be unlucky.

"How? Isn't it comfortable? The doghead stared coldly at the cheek of the killer, and a smile appeared on his cheek.

The dog-headed was already talking.

This really frightened, shocked and surprised the lampman, but he did not dare to say a word, nor did he dare to have a trace of distraction.

The dog head gritted his teeth, and a drop of saliva suddenly fell from the corner of his mouth, and it fell unbiasedly on the cheek of the deadly lampman.

"Do you still think that my guillotine will cook pig dishes? Do you still think it will make the pig happy? The doghead grinned, and every muscle on his cheeks shook more violently.

The cold wind blew, and the leaves of the forest suddenly floated up and drifted away.

The Killer's chest was already heaving violently, and with each heaval he could feel the blade.

The blade was already in his chest.

This was really a frightening and panicked thing, and the hand of the deadly lampman vaguely grasped the hand of the dog's head and pushed it up.

He clearly did not give up resistance, did not give up living.

The dog's head pressed down hard, but the guillotine and his body always maintained a line of separation, and he couldn't press down a bit.

The man is already under the guillotine, and the guillotine will not be down.

The sweat on his forehead was already pouring out more, and he was falling drop by drop, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched more violently and cruelly.

"Do you still think that this guillotine is suitable for pig dishes?"

The Killer Lampbearer struggled to push the guillotine upwards a little, trying to catch his breath before shaking his head.

The dog head sneered, "Do you still think that this guillotine will make the pigs in the pigsty happy?" ”

The Killer Lampman gritted his teeth and smiled suddenly.

He had laughed, and there was nothing funny, and there were no funny people here, and the guillotine would only make people afraid, and it would never make people laugh.

The dog-headed man didn't understand, and stared at this person coldly.

"What are you laughing at?"

He didn't believe in the fact that he had beaten a lot of people, it was maddening, he had only seen a lot of people crying, he had seen a lot of runny noses, and he had seen a lot of people with wet crotch at this time, but the first person to laugh, no one could laugh at this time.

He wondered why the man was laughing, because he had no reason to laugh and should not laugh.

"I'm laughing at you, you're so funny." The Deadly Lampman took a closer look at the throbbing muscles on the dog's cheeks.

"What's so funny about me?"

"You're so funny." The Killer Lamplightman's smile remained unchanged, "You're really funny. ”

The dog head blinked, and the sweat from the corners of his eyes had fallen.

This person is not very good, not only is it very laborious, but it is also very brain-consuming.

After he decided to put this man to death, he must treat himself well and make amends to himself.

It is not often to kill people like this, and this weariness is not born very often.

"How much fun?" He said it suddenly.

He said this, as if he couldn't even believe it, and he was talking to this man.

"It's as interesting as it gets."

"For example......."

"Like you now." Although the hands of the killer lampman were pushing the guillotine hard, the smile on his face had already given birth to a mocking color.

"What's wrong with me now?"

"You're funny like a pig, and you're so cute." The Deadly Lampman stared at the doghead's cheeks, and the smile on his cheeks grew stronger.

The dog head sneered and sneered, "I can't imagine that you didn't forget to say something immoral when you were dying." ”

The Lamplightman gasped slowly, softly and slowly.

He didn't dare to gasp too hard, because if he gasped too hard, his chest would definitely be close to the blade.

The shirt on the torso was shattered, and as soon as the chest rose and fell a little more, the heart would feel the force on the blade.

"Yes, I haven't forgotten, tell me about your pig's head."

The dog head stared at him coldly, stared at the hand coldly, and smiled coldly, "What I didn't expect was that you were still so stable?" ”

"Yes, I've always been steady, and I've always been steady with my hands to kill."

The dog's smile remained unchanged, "It's a pity that you can't make any more moves." ”

"Maybe."

"Do you still have a chance?" The doghead suddenly leaned down and kissed the hand, "Your hand is very slippery and tender. ”

The Lamplightman was silent.

"Are you good at maintenance? These hands are tender like a woman's buttocks. The dog's smile was teasing.

At this point, the guillotine pressed down a little more.

The Lamplightman and death were a little closer, and his heart could already feel the blade of the guillotine, constantly striking the blade.

The blade didn't move, and the heart in his stomach was already cramping.

"Do you already feel pain?" The doghead stared at the blood stains of the blade flowing slowly, looking extremely excited and cheerful.

The Lamplightman nodded.

He seemed to have felt it, and this pain in his heart was the first time, and perhaps the last.

The dog head smirked at the blood on his chest, and then at the cheek of the killer, "You can talk now, whatever you say is good." ”

The cold wind howled.

The coldness in the body is stronger, what should people say when they are dying?

The wrinkles on the headman's head deepened, as if he was already thinking about something.

"Are you thinking about what to say?" The dog head slowly took another bite on his hand, "You can tell all the stories of your life." ”

The Lamplightman was silent.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he had accepted this fate, as if he had accepted death.

"I've always been a good talker, especially with someone as interesting as you, and I've always wanted to hear more."

"What do you want to hear?" The Deadly Lampman had felt the pain in his chest getting more intense, and he had felt the heart of his stomach pounding against the blade, and with each blow, the pain became a little heavier.

But at this time, the heart became much calmer, and the beating was no longer so violent.

Are the dying people so calm?

"I'd like to hear interesting things about you." The dog head suddenly stepped on the body of the deadly lampman with his foot, and stepped on it stiffly, "Whatever you say, it's just fun." ”

The Lamplightman was silent.

The hand did not relax at all, still holding the hand of the dog's head, still pushing up.

The dog-headed sneered and waited coldly.

The lightman didn't speak, and seven or eight people not far away slowly walked over and stood aside.

A man walked over slowly, slowly leaning the barrel against the edge of the guillotine, slowly leaning under the head and body of the Deadly Lampman, and then slowly retreated, standing solemnly.

The Lamplightman felt the barrel on his back, and he felt the barrel as if he were feeling death.

"Have you never had someone like me?"

"Yes." The dog's foot suddenly crushed the body of the deadly lampman, and then he admired the look on his face, "I haven't ever killed someone like you, you're funny, I like it very much." ”

The Killer Lampman gritted his teeth and smiled, "How much do you like it?" ”

"You can like it as much as you like."

"You like me so much?"

"yes, I love it." The dog gritted his teeth and smiled, but his hand did not relax at all, and he still pressed down hard.

He wasn't a fool, and he knew that boiled ducks would fly away, and he didn't want the lamplightman to struggle on the brink of death, so he fled.

The blood on his chest flowed more, and the guillotine pressed down more.

"I just want to say one thing."

"Tell me, I'm listening." The smile on the dog's face has grown.

"I just want to say ......, I just want to say ......."

"What do you just want to say?" The doghead blinked, as if he was already expecting.

At this time, the Deadly Lampman slowly moved his foot between the dog's legs and smiled, "I just want to say ......, I just want to say ......." ”

"What do you want to say?" The doghead slowly leaned closer.

"I just want to say you pig's head."

As he spoke, the Deadly Lampman kicked the crotch of the dog's pants, and the dog's face suddenly distorted and deformed, and his hands suddenly became limp.

At this moment, the Killer Lampman suddenly slipped away like a fish and slipped away from the blade.

The Killer Lampman stood far away, smiling coldly, "I just want to say that you are a pig's head." ”

The doghead gritted his teeth, his body bent like a shrimp, and he rolled on the ground holding his crotch.

"You ......."

The Death Lampman smiled coldly and stared coldly at the dog's head.