Where there should be something, there is only a fragmented stubble.

He turned out to be a real eunuch.

Judging from the stubble, his thing was not surgically removed, but violently beaten.

It must have hurt a lot.

I walked to the iron cage at the very end and crouched down to look at the girl.

This is from a wealthy family.

She wasn't deluded, obviously because she was afraid that the medicine would hurt her brain.

At this age, she is still a girl, it is not easy to sell, and it is unlikely to be a treasure.

If you do harvesting and cutting, you won't make a cameo appearance to pick up the God of Wealth, and you have to take care of it and can't lose weight, nine times out of ten it is a big product.

"Get a good night's sleep, it's just a nightmare, and you'll forget about it when you wake up."

The girl softened and breathed evenly.

Take off her right foot.

There is a finger-sized bruise on the instep of the foot that gives it a centipede-like appearance.

No wonder only boys get sick.

It turned out that the girl had been found.

This columbarium has been going on for quite some time.

If I hadn't found out, it wouldn't have been long before I slid silently.

After all, Jincheng is a metropolis with a population of tens of millions.

Some children who have a slight fever are not a big deal, even if they are gone, only the family concerned will be affected, and they can't even make waves in this kind of big city.

I turned back to the iron bed.

Where they passed, the children in the cage fell one after another.

The few who slipped out of the rapture were no exception.

Standing in a position where the man in the suit couldn't see from the angle, I glanced at the beard.

The beard slapped down.

The man in the suit woke up and looked blankly and horrified at the beard.

"If you don't answer or answer incorrectly, I'll see you a part."

The beard waved the saw, and when he spoke with one mouth, the dirty blood gushed out and flowed a lot.

"Which old colleague is it!"

The man in the suit looked left and right in a panic.

I glanced past my position several times, but I couldn't find it.

"The merciful person has no heirs, the mother gives the supernatural powers, sends the son full of wishes, and the good thoughts shine on the world. I sit on the golden boy seat in front of the Bodhisattva, and I don't know which mountain, which temple, which old immortal master is worshipped! ”

The Bodhisattva is the golden boy in front of him, that is, the right-hand man of the old Bodhisattva, the descendant of the flower shooting technique, and the core figure of the entire gang.

Self-report to the bottom, this is to talk about Taoism and relationships.

The relationship between the inheritance of foreign Taoism is intertwined, and it can always be described if you really want to.

The rivers and lakes are in the same vein, the warlocks are the same way, there is no deep hatred, the relationship is recounted, the misunderstanding is explained, the enmity is clear, there is a smile and a grudge, there is a business and you can make a fortune together.

I glanced at the beard again.

"Wrong!"

The bearded man replied, picked up the saw, and saw it with the left hand of the man in the suit.

The man in the suit let out a heart-rending scream, "Don't, don't, I say, I say, I'll say whatever you ask!" ”

The beard didn't stop, but in the end sawed off the left hand of the man in the suit, and then quickly picked up a bottle, took out the ointment and pasted it on the bloody severance.

The bleeding soon stopped.

The man in the suit kept wailing and tears flowing.

Although they were confused, several mutes still showed happy expressions.

"Name!" The bearded man asked again.

"Sun Jiabang."

"Which old Bodhisattva do you worship?"

"Thousand-faced Hu Ye, Hu Baoku."

"What is the relationship between Hu Baoku and Huayan Zhang?"

"Who is Huayan Zhang, I don't know."

The bearded man decisively picked up the saw and aimed it at his right hand.

"Don't, don't, I really don't know, I really don't know......"

The man in the suit howled desperately at the top of his throat.

"I don't even know that I don't know that I am worthy of claiming to be photographing flowers?"

"I've been in the industry for ten years, and I've seen all of them worship Hu Ye as an old bodhisattva, and I've never seen anyone called Huayanzhang."

"What treasure do you want to pick for your ashes?"

"No, I don't know...... Only the old Bodhisattva and the dragon girl in front of the car knew about this, and I didn't dare to ask if they didn't say it. ”

"How many years have you picked, how many treasures have you selected, is it male or female?"

"I've been picking since I entered the industry, every year, about seven have been selected in the past ten years, and now the eighth person is closed, odd male, and female."

"Where are you old bodhisattvas?"

"No, I don't know. Don't, don't, I really don't know. It has always been the old Bodhisattva who contacted us to arrange things, we didn't dare to ask the whereabouts of the old Bodhisattva, there was something to find the dragon girl before driving, if you want to find the old Bodhisattva, you can only find the dragon girl first. ”

The sin of photographing flowers is deep, the more senior and capable the person, the more mysterious and unpredictable his whereabouts are, and no one believes it.

Otherwise, Huayan Zhang would not have died alone in my hands.

Although the man in the suit is the golden boy before driving, he is not a real confidant, and he can't ask more about the old Bodhisattva and the dragon girl.

Although he boasted to the mute thugs that he could speak well in front of the old Bodhisattva, in fact, he had only seen the old Bodhisattva twice, once under the old Bodhisattva's seat, and once because he behaved well and passed on the skills of the old Bodhisattva, each time the old Bodhisattva's appearance was different. After that, everything is done by the dragon maiden in the middle to pass the word or give orders.

And he can't go directly to the dragon girl, now he has something to send a message to the dragon girl's BP machine, and the dragon girl will give him a meeting address and time.

After confirming this, I didn't ask any more questions.

How much evil the man in the suit has done, it's not my responsibility.

I just need to know what I want to know.

Although he didn't know why the old Bodhisattva would directly arrange for the paper man to beg for his life, I knew.

Although I have never met, this is the second time I have been bad to the old Bodhisattva.

The first time was on the train, I took full responsibility, sent six people away, died three and three were disabled, and brought back a word, but he didn't dare to pick it up.

This is an opportunity to take revenge on each other.

The more you do this kind of thing that thunders and has no bottom line, the more you have to pay attention to the rules in other aspects.

I took the mobile phone and Han Xian's BP machine from the man in the suit, and asked him to send a message to the dragon girl asking to see him, on the grounds that he had failed to fight for his life and suffered heavy losses.

The man in the suit obediently sent it, and then begged: "I was also forced to be helpless, if I don't do what the old Bodhisattva tells me, I will die." We have no grudges and no hatred, you can let me go, we are all warlocks, and there is a lot of incense ......"

"You're not a warlock." I turned out from behind my beard and looked at the man in the suit, "You look bluffing with your hand, but it's just a trick to show your skills, and applying poison is not a technique, it's a skill!" I won't even use a spring ceremony begging for mercy, and you deserve to tell me about incense? ”

When the man in the suit saw me appear, his face was full of despair.

I don't show my face, he still has a chance to live, but if he shows his face, he can't live.

"Rest assured, you won't die, at least not now." I smiled at the man in the suit, "You won't remember me, but you will remember the pain." In the next life, don't do evil things like shooting flowers and picking life. ”

I patted the bearded man on the shoulder.

The bearded man smirked and raised the short saw in his hand.

If it doesn't fall on the child, it can only fall on him.

With the skill of bearding, the man in the suit will not die.

At least not for now.