Zhou Cang was slapped inexplicably, confused, but he didn't dare to resist. Cowering, nodding his head.

The wretched will have something to hate.

There is pity for those who hate them.

The person who is bullied is left with a permanent wound in his heart, but the person who inflicted the harm does not even remember the incident itself.

This made Han Lin angry.

In anything in the world, the interest in pursuing it is always stronger than the interest in enjoying it.

Zhou Cang knew that he was going to die.

Before the knife fell, he quickly fell to his knees and begged for mercy.

He cultivated the supernatural power "Tong Sha Jue", and he knew how terrifying the masked man in front of him was by looking at his face. It's all evil, and it's all very fresh black......

Fortunately, he trusted his own judgment and didn't believe that bullshit supreme defensive weapon. Those who died later fully proved this. The defensive weapon is like a papier-mâché.

He's still young, he's not even fifty years old. He didn't want to die......

He even suspected that this person was not a hidden spirit son of a sect. When he faced Han Lin, he only felt that the mana in his body was condensed, like a frog meeting a snake. At that moment, Zhou Cang even felt that he was a mortal. This kind of feeling can only appear in those spirit sons who can be called demons.

He didn't know that it was the ultimate of gravity.

At that time, the knife hung over his head, and the rich aura of death made him tremble even more. He lay on the ground. Ass pouting high. He held the bag above his head and shouted, "Don't kill me, don't kill me." Please. I offer you all the elixir I have gathered. ”

The other party really had to stop the knife. After seeing his face clearly, he said in a very strange and awkward voice, "I don't care about elixir. You're the baby. ”

"I ...... I...... I'm not a baby. His brain suddenly twitched, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly said, "I'm a pig...... You see...... Hum chirp. Purr. Please spare me......"

I really learned the fat pig in the pigsty, crawling on the ground, twisting my buttocks and making a pig cry.

He really applauded his wit!

This trick was something he learned from Han Lin.

At that time, when he saw the scene of Han Lin filming Young Master Li's ass, he was jealous and envious, he didn't expect to learn and use it so quickly, and he still looked good. It's not a shame, it's the wisdom of compromise in a desperate situation.

There was a horse in front of him, and now there is a pig.

Han Lin was stunned for a moment, but he really put the knife back. With a laugh, he said: "Interesting, interesting, how did you come up with it?

He was relieved to hear the other party's words. Only then did he stop his ancs, raised his head, and said seriously, "Look. Didn't you wear a pig mask? I'm your pig grandson. Purr. Humph......"

"You're kind of funny...... Then you can follow me for the time being. However, in order to prevent you from making a false surrender, you must give me the storage bag first. Han Lin's eyes flashed and he became interested.

Syllable.

With a soft sound, Han Lin tricked Zhou Cang's storage bag into his hands. He hesitated. The other party is unarmed.

He originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to directly start a murderous outburst.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other party's smiling face, which was full of joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

A pathological vindictive heart arose.

He knew it was not good, and it was irrational.

But he wanted to indulge himself for once.

Zhou Cang naively thought that he had escaped. But this is only the beginning of inhuman abuse. In the end, he was still dead.

He still hasn't learned what it means to "work hard". If he can learn from the pig well, Han Lin maybe, estimated, probably let him go.

He died at the hands of a group of green-skinned pigs. To be precise, he died in a group of green-skinned sows in heat.

Han Lin got tired of playing. He was annoyed when he saw Zhou Cang's face. The more flattering the other party is, the more annoying he becomes. It always reminded him of bad memories. There is no anger, just simple irritability.

He was going to kill him.

He pointed to the green-skinned sow next to him and said, "I'll give you a chance." If you really make them feel like you're a pig, do that. I'm going not to kill you. ”

Zhou Cang was naked, his body was blue and purple, and there was no good place. Facing a group of passionate green-skinned sows. They gasped, docile and irritable. Their large nakedness is exposed, indicating that they are in desperate need of a breeding pig.

Zhou Cang asked with fear: "You mean, you want me to ...... Are you doing that kind of thing? Aren't you humiliating me?"

The masked man said indifferently, "Yes. I'm just humiliating you...... You should be glad that I gave you a chance...... I never give anyone else a chance. ”

The two of them didn't know that in another place, there were countless weak human races, among which men and women were lined upside down, willingly waiting to be lucky to be attacked by the demon beast.

Zhou Cang stood in place, not knowing whether he was thinking about it or regretting it. The expression on his face was very funny, and he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. The level of complexity can be called a face-changing.

Seeing this, Han Lin took off his mask and revealed his true face.

He looked at Zhou Cang condescendingly, and then said, "You know what? There are many people who are full of anger and malice. It's because they've never been treated gently. But they shouldn't take it out on other people......"

Zhou Cang saw Han Lin's face clearly.

He subconsciously covered his mouth and watched the scene in disbelief. After he became a monk, he had met many and all kinds of people, but he had never seen such a dramatic scene.

"You...... You are...... A bitter smile appeared on his face and he asked, "Why you...... How could it be that you ......"

If the masked man was a stranger, maybe he would have been able to retain a little reason and persuade himself, and no one would have known what was happening. It's true, as long as you get out of this forbidden place, who remembers?

But I didn't expect that the object of my humble and lingering breath was the little person I had never looked down on, Han Lin.

Seeing the familiar buckteeth, he suddenly understood. Why did the other party ask him what is called work......

That was a long, long time ago. The monk's memory is not bad.

He was in a bad mood that day and saw Han Lin who was cleaning. I was annoyed when I looked at the buckteeth, so I instructed the other miscellaneous servants to hit Han Lin's head with a broom. At that time, Han Lin was knocked to the ground several times, and his face was covered with dust and mud. But he said, please don't hit me again, I'm working, I'm sorry. After getting up, I still cleaned carefully.

I thought it was funny. It wasn't until later that he was stopped by reprimanding his senior brother.

He beat Han Lin for no reason, simply because he was unhappy.

But now, it's still the same buckteeth. was looking at him playfully.

This scene destroyed his last insistence.

He clenched his fists! His face suddenly turned pale, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

In the end, the monk Zhou Cang still chose to protect his only self-esteem.

He waved his fist and attacked Han Lin with his bare hands.

"It's a pity. If he can really endure humiliation and bear the burden like himself, it is not impossible for him to seek revenge. ”

Han Lin doesn't like to abuse people. Physically destroying a person is never what he thinks. He didn't get enough pleasure from the abuse and even found it boring.

Unfortunately, conditions are limited. His game can only go so far.

A few days of entertainment are over.

Han Lin's eyes showed a hint of chill. With a wave of his hand, he saw a few thunderbolts coming out of the gourd in his hand, aiming at Zhou Cang's head, blowing up half of his head into a bloody blur. The brains also flowed out.

"This magic weapon embryo is pretty good...... It's the thunder fruit in this rhyme, and the year is a little worse......" He put the mussel gourd back on his waist. It's only been a few days, and it's not skilled enough.

Calculating the time, it should be almost the fifth day.

Rode the Ghost-Faced Spider. He looked at the spires that towered into the sky in the distance. He knew he shouldn't have to grind anymore.

There, there's the most fun.