lived up to Zhang Sohao's expectations, and before he could speak, Baxman smashed it with a punch.

Oh, the familiar fist.

Oh, familiar pain.

Oh, the familiar dragon and tiger spirit.

Ah!!h

Strange Leather Whip!!

"You still have props."

Curled up on the bed, Zhang Sohao looked at Baheatman who threw the rope with a frightened face, and roared hoarsely: "Don't, don't!" Spare me, spare me! ”

"Say."

Pulling the rope out of the air explosion, Baxman grabbed Zhang Sohao's throat to prevent him from making too much noise to attract the attention of the outside, and asked in a low voice: "Where is Hou Jue hidden by them?!" ”

"Hou Jue?!"

Zhang Suohao's heart suddenly stirred, and in the next second, he saw a familiar shadow from those dark and deep eyes.

He's a thousand households?!

Dead man's knife, I'll kill your horse!

You're such a two-faced ghost, you're playing with real flowers, you're hungry ghosts, you're beasts, you're bored and drilled into Infernal Affairs.

"You're a thousand..."

didn't wait for Zhang Sohao to speak, a big ear scrape directly sobered him up. Only then did he realize that his little life was now being held in the hands of others, and if he barked out as a dog, according to the degree of demon in his life, he would not be reincarnated into a shell in the next life, and he would belong to the ancestral tomb with green smoke.

"Forget it, I don't want to say it."

Sighing, Qianhu smashed it with a punch, and the smash was very tired, but it was still powerful. It's like a worker on an assembly line day after day, who is tired of this tedious and boring action, but instinctively lifts up his tools and taps repeatedly.

If it wasn't Zhang Sohao himself, he might be happy.

"I..."

Now don't say where Hou Jue is, even if Zhang Suohao tells Emperor Qianhu what color of underwear he likes to wear in the past few months, he has to recruit it truthfully. But the problem is that Baxman seems to have beaten it up easily, and he didn't give Zhang Sohao any chance to confess and be lenient at all.

Anyway, it's torture severely.

After about five or six minutes of torture, Zhang Sohao was completely desperate, and he began to give up struggling and resisting. It's all death anyway, and he has no hope left.

Suddenly, Baxman stopped.

Well?

Looking at Baxman, who suddenly stopped attacking and slowly got up, a faint blankness appeared on Zhang Sohao's face.

"Are you involved in the ghast jade business?"

Looking down at Zhang Sohao, who was covered in bruises, Baxman asked in a deep voice: "Is it you who killed Xie Se?" ”

"Heh, hehe, hehehe."

For some reason, looking at the deep and righteous Baxter in front of him, a pitiful look gradually appeared in Zhang Sohao's eyes. With a smile of unknown meaning, Zhang Sohao grinned and said:

"Do you really think of yourself as a messenger of justice?"

"Senho-sama?"

"What do I have to do with you if I am unjust?"

Baxman did not deny his identity, he pressed Zhang Sohao's face, and asked in a deep voice: "Answer me, ghast jade, are you involved?" ”

"It's useless."

Zhang Sohao looked at Baxman, the funny mask, the funny costume, and the most funny messenger of justice, everything seemed so funny.

"I'm a dog, and dogs can eat on their own."

Raising his hand weakly and pointing at himself, Zhang Sohao smiled grotesquely:

"I'm a dog for a lot of people, you know? I have never used ghast jade, because dogs can eat themselves, and I can do things that old men dare not do with impunity. Senhe-sama, if you want to track down the ghast jade, you shouldn't kill me, you should try me, and then, you can take a good look. ”

With a crazy smile, Zhang Sohao pulled his neck vigorously and laughed in a low voice:

"Look at the chains on the back of my neck, how many dogs are bigger than people. Look at the necks of those dogs, and how many chains are in people's hands. ”

Boom.

A punch smashed on Zhang Sohao's face, Qianhu frowned, dispersed the poisonous mist that had been released, looked at Zhang Sohao who had been unconscious, and muttered puzzledly: "Why are you so proud of eating?" Neuropathy? ”

Who cares if you have a chain or not, a person who is not a ghost or a ghost.

What Zhou Li's little brother said is really right, don't think so much, beat up the wicked, and all thoughts are clear.

Looking at Zhang Sohao, who was unconscious and still had a suspicious expression on his face, Qianhu threw the other party on the bed in disgust. If it weren't for Zhou Li telling him that killing the other party would bring trouble to Beiliang, Qianhu would have sent the other party away with pleasure a long time ago.

"Wait."

With a sneer, Qianhu threw it casually, and a black bat-shaped dart was inserted in the shadows.

"I'll make the night your fear."

"Hmph, hum, hum, uhh!!h

Suddenly, Zhang Sohao woke up from his dream, and he felt as if he had been beaten by a pervert in black tights. He jerked his head up and found himself still in his bed, without Baheatman by his side, nothing had changed.

At this time, the guards pushed the door in, gathered around Zhang Sohao and nervously asked what was going on. Touching his nose, Zhang Sohao found that there were some small black particles on his nose, but he had no impression of this. He felt a pain in his head, as if he had forgotten something, but he didn't feel anything.

Blinking vigorously, Zhang Sohao drove away the guards beside him. He turned his head to look at the empty terrace, feeling a little panicked for some reason.

Perhaps... Just don't sleep comfortably on your own?

Stretching out his hand and touching his face, Zhang Sohao suddenly felt a little puzzled, and found that his face seemed to be more swollen than before. Somewhat dazed, he looked around and saw that there was nothing unusual.

Alas.

Sighing softly, Zhang Sohao only felt that he was a little insane because he was beaten. He touched his body and found that he was covered in sweat, and the sticky feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Take a shower.

Standing up slowly, Zhang Suohao opened the door, and with an impatient face, he ordered his subordinates to fetch water and boil water. At this time, he didn't have the heart to have fun, he just wanted to take a good bath and get some sleep.

After a while, the frightened subordinates had already prepared the bathing utensils and water. Zhang Sohao walked to the third floor, pushed open the door, looked at the thick wooden barrel and the healing fluid floating on the water, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well done, let's go down."

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Sohao closed the door of the bathroom on the third floor, ordered his subordinates to take strict precautions, stripped naked, and slowly got into the barrel. The warm healing fluid quickly flowed into his wound and began to gradually heal his injury, and suddenly, Zhang Sohao didn't hold back and snorted comfortably.

Call.

Wait a minute.

Zhang Sohao suddenly opened his eyes, and he thought of a very important question.

Where does the healing fluid come from?

Isn't that thing exclusive to Jinyiwei?

Wait a minute!

Suddenly, Zhang Sohao remembered something. For example, Baxter Man who fell from the sky. In an instant, Zhang Sohao raised his head in horror, and then he collapsed weakly in the bathtub, panting heavily.

Luckily, no, he didn't come.

The Dead Man's Knife has defected! Baxman turned out to be a thousand households! He just beat me up, and I forgot all about it! No, I have to act now, or it's all over.

At this time, Zhang Sohao was not in the mood to take a bath, and he didn't know where the elusive Baxman Qianhu would appear. He quickly stood up, stepped on his shoes, picked up his robe naked, and...

"Thinking about me?"

Suddenly, the voice that made Zhang Sohao remember his life in just ten minutes sounded. Suddenly, Zhang Sohao's blood coagulated, and the whole person seemed to stand still in time, nailed to the spot.

The voice came from outside the door...

Swallowing his saliva, Zhang Sohao turned his head tremblingly, and then, the wooden door was suddenly punched through, and a crack appeared in front of Zhang Sohao.

"Baxman..."

The bat hood slowly came out of the cracks, looking at Zhang Sohao, who was curled up in a ball with a frightened and trembling expression, and the sexy and deep voice of Qianhu filled the entire bath room.

"Come on."

"Ah!!h

I'm going to take the exam today, so I'll make up for it later

(End of chapter)