A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 142 Strange Rhythm

"Of course, with your usual virtues, I don't dare to expect extravagance in being grateful to Ms. Dai Deben. I just hope that you will repay your revenge."

Xiao Muli looked down at Lan Junque with the attitude of a benefactor, very proud of his words in his heart.

That is to poke Lan Junque's wife and son's sore spot, and then put himself on the moral high ground, and belittle Lan Junque infinitely, it is simply too talented!
However, Xiao Muli looked at Lan Junque's face and said sadly: "Someone seems to be ungrateful!"

"Hey, don't look at me with the kind of eyes that are going to kill you, your parents are bullied to death..."

Xiao Muli continued to shout.

As soon as the words fell, Lan Junque's face changed from black to blue, and then from blue to red.

Then, a cloud of blood splashed towards her.

"Depend on!"

"It's too extravagant to use your own blood as a hidden weapon!"

Xiao Muli quickly dodged those countless blood spots, and couldn't help but blurt out this sentence.

At the same time, looking up at Lan Junque, he saw that he was spitting out another mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale and frightening.

Um, what's going on here?

The rhythm of exhaustion?
Or, was she vomiting blood because of her irresponsible attitude?

No matter what, it means that someone is not very strong, either the body is not strong, or the measurement is not strong, it is not a good thing!
"You...don't vomit anymore, this hidden weapon is too good, its speed is too slow to hurt me, you should save it for your son to use even his reaction speed." Xiao Mu moved a little far away from Mo Momo, very guilty Said.

"You..." Lan Junque raised his finger and pointed at Xiao Muli, shaking and shaking, his face was ferocious, his face was covered with blood, and he wanted to say something, but he only said one word, then he tilted his head and fell to the ground, unable to speak. Save manpower.

"Hey, don't be like this. If you can't say it, you can pretend to be dead. How can you pretend to be dead? What kind of pretense is there to die? It's too immoral. Last night, it was my girl who contributed a lot! Hmph !" Xiao Muli stared at the unconscious Lan Junque with wide eyes, and couldn't help yelling.

"Don't play tricks, wake me up..." Xiao Muli kicked Lan Junque lightly.

no response?
Continue to kick: "My girl hasn't asked you the secret of the whereabouts of the reincarnation beads and Yushui, how can you pretend to be dead? Get up!"

No response yet, keep kicking...

Kicking and kicking, when Xiao Muli's feet became sore from kicking and his back was tired from standing, he believed that Lan Junque was really unconscious this time.

Looking at the cave that was messed up by Lan Junque's blood, Xiao Muli was extremely sad, and stretched out his hand to feel for Lan Junque's pulse. Fortunately, there was still movement, which proved that he was not dead yet.

Not only was there movement and stillness, but the pulse was beating unusually frenziedly, as if something was scurrying around without direction inside, clamoring to tear his meridians and run out.

It seems that it is the rhythm of madness.

Going crazy or something is the most exciting thing, but the result is either stupid or stupid, how fun, I don't know what this shameless prince will look like, it's better to be stupid, stupid, then I can let her torture, think about it So excited.

Xiao Muli looked at Lan Junque, very shameless, thinking without the slightest sympathy.

Then, full of excitement, he found a clean seat and sat down, watching Lan Junque struggling in pain, watching him go on the road of becoming obsessed.

(End of this chapter)