Chapter 4197 (1/2)

At night, Wang Zheng is like a demon coming out of hell. His eyes are shining with a dark light. His eyes are like vultures staring at the body. I don't know when he will suddenly explode and attack like you.

”Who does the teacher want to kill?”

Wang Zheng is not a person who can fool casually. Jiujiu doesn't intend to fool him. He directly said his intention.

Jiujiu's straightforward appearance satisfied Wang Zheng very much.

He likes this crisp person best. Even if Jiujiu's shoes are still full of mud, they are much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Wang Zheng raised his hand and touched the top of Jiujiu's hair. His voice was soft as if he were whispering to a baby: ”kill my enemy.”

”The teacher's enemy is my enemy, but how does the teacher want to kill him?” Jiujiu's eyes turned and he had an idea in his heart.

”Naturally, white knives come in and red knives come out.” thinking of the picture of thick red blood gushing out of the man's body, Wang Zheng couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his dry lips because of excitement.

The picture sprayed with blood will certainly be the most beautiful fireworks bloom and beautiful.

Hearing Wang Zheng's words, Jiujiu smiled.

Li Mo's face is as light and tasteless as jasmine, but Jiujiu's sudden smile looks like jasmine suddenly infected with blood and turned into a red other shore flower. The evil charm shown from her bones is more charming than pretending to be fierce.

Wang Zheng's originally somewhat contemptuous attitude has become a lot more dignified.

Because at this moment, he smelled the smell of the same kind.

This girl is not as innocent as her appearance. What she said before is not just casual, but really the same as what she said. She really can kill people.

This was the first time that Wang Zheng saw the same kind. His chestnut pupils glittered with excitement. Looking at Jiujiu's eyes was like seeing a piece of jade.

”What do you think is more beautiful?”

Wang Zheng doesn't use words to discuss how to kill, but how to create great art.

Jiujiu continued to follow Wang Zheng's words: ”I don't think it's beautiful to kill people no matter how.”

Hearing Jiujiu's words, I was a little happy that I finally found Wang Zheng of the same kind. The smile on his face immediately converged, sneered and said, ”why? Dare not?”

”Dare not?” Jiujiu picked the tip of her eyebrows, and a touch of evil spirit leaked out along the corner of her eyes: ”I just feel dirty my hands.”

Jiujiu tiptoed to Wang Zheng's ear and whispered: ”Does the teacher know what the most painful thing in the world is? It's not being killed or killed, but it's just a matter of time. He dies in pain. How cheap it is for him. My way can make him live in pain all the time, but he can never wait for the moment of death. This is the most painful thing. Does the teacher want to see?”

Wang Zheng's understanding of killing has always been simple and rough. Suddenly, he heard Jiujiu say how to make a person suffer, which is quite novel.

And Jiujiu's words seemed to have some truth. Wang Zheng thought for a moment and said, ”this statement is interesting, but how can you make him live in pain all the time?”

What he can't do, a little girl, how can he do it?

”Has the teacher ever heard of Miao Gu Shu?”

”Yes.” Wang Zheng nodded, ”although it's magical, it doesn't have the effects you said.”

”That's because those people can't raise poisonous insects, so the role of those poisonous insects you've seen is ordinary. If it's me, even ants, I can raise poisonous insects that can't survive but die.”

Jiujiu said to Wang Zheng with a serious expression: ”as long as the teacher is willing to believe me, you can start raising Gu tomorrow. In half a month, you can raise Gu insects who can't survive and die. At that time, your enemy will survive and live.”