Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 277
"If I tell you, can you forgive me?"

"no!"

The handsome boy spat out two words of cruelty.

"Then why should I tell you?"

"A painful death or a happy death, you can choose one."

The yellow tiger's face was pale, and he hated that woman to death.

If it weren't for that woman, how could he offend such a murderous demon.

"Why can't you let me go? I didn't offend you."

The yellow tiger was still struggling there dying.

The boy's eyes were as cool as water, and his lips were as thin as cicada's wings: "Those children didn't offend you."

The yellow tiger's face was ashen, he stepped back a few steps, and his eyes showed a fierce look: "The rabbit will bite when it is in a hurry, young man, it's better to be kind."

"You talk about kindness to me?" The teenager smiled playfully: "Have you told those children who were killed by you?"

The yellow tiger suddenly showed a look of despair as if he had been poked at the acupuncture point.

After a while, he cried bitterly.

He crawled towards the young man: "I was wrong, let me go, please, as long as you let me go, I will give you all my money, and I will definitely change my past... ah... "

Under the boy's feet was the other hand of the yellow tiger, holding a dagger with a cold blue light in it.

"There is poison on the dagger!"

Fu Bao was angry.

He dared to harm her Brother Ying in front of her face, what a damn!

"Let me go! I'm going to kill him!"

Fu Bao yelled angrily, and kicked the yellow tiger's head fiercely with his little feet.

The young man hugged Fu Bao, patted her on the back, and comforted her softly: "Don't kick, be careful that it hurts your feet. I'll do this kind of small role, and if I can't do it, you can do it again."

Fu Bao was immediately happy, and he patted the young man on the shoulder with pride: "Brother Ying, Fu Bao will take care of you from now on."

The boy paused slightly, then smiled at Fu Bao: "Okay."

Fu Bao was dumbfounded by the splendor and beauty of the moon, and felt that the most beautiful words in the world were not enough to describe the scorching elegance of the young Tsinghua.

"Brother Ying, you are so beautiful."

Fu Bao's eyes were as bright as a [-]-watt light bulb, and his saliva was dripping down.

The boy shook his head with a grin, and rolled his feet vigorously.

"Say, who is it!"

"Ah..." Huang Hu screamed again and again, sweating coldly from the pain. This time he didn't dare to play tricks again: "It's a woman, about 1.5 meters tall, very thin, a little dark, with a personality that looks like Very cowardly, but I suspect she is pretending, because she lied to me that you and this fat boy are her sons, and she sold you to me because she couldn't support her. What I said is true, Let me go...please...ah..."

The yellow tiger let out a desperate scream. He clutched his throat cut by his own dagger, and murmured: "Killing...is...you have to...pay for your life."

The young man smiled slightly: "That's right, you killed Chen Xiaoliu, and before he died, Chen Xiaoliu took your dagger and cut your throat, what do you think of this explanation?"

"You...are a devil..."

The yellow tiger tilted his head and died.

Fu Bao glanced at him, and said with disgust: "This man is really annoying, he's dead, and he doesn't even put on a nice pose."

The boy smiled apologetically at Fu Bao: "I will pay attention next time."

Fu Bao's eyes lit up: "Brother Ying, I'm so happy, you look the same as when you were in Heaven. Do you remember?"

The young man shook his head.

(End of this chapter)