I lived two hundred years

Chapter 360 Performance
When Smith heard this, he panicked.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I heard that Mr. Shen Lang is very powerful. We may not be his opponent."

"What are you thinking, how could I fight Mr. Shen Lang?"

Sam glanced at Smith with an idiot-like look, made sure he was an idiot, and looked away.

"Mr. Shen Lang's refusal to come out must be because our sincerity is not enough. To show my sincerity, I decided to declare my ambition by death. I hope that Mr. Shen Lang can see my sincerity and move to meet General Michelle."

As Sam said, he took out a dagger and drew two strokes on his chest.

Smith watched anxiously from the side, and said: "Sam, you stab quickly. I am very nervous because you can't get up and down like this."

"Smith, are you my friend?" Sam asked with wide eyes, "You actually told me to die quickly?"

"Didn't you say you were going to die?" Smith frowned, "You don't listen to me. I can only support you silently by the side."

"No. You must have a deep grudge against me. You don't want to see me again, and you want me to die early." Sam said heartbroken.

"Aren't you rushing to commit suicide? Why are you entangled with me?" Smith's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized: "So you are afraid of death."

"Who's afraid of death?" Sam denied.

Smith, on the other hand, was suddenly enlightened and wise.

"Could it be that you want to trick Mr. Shen Lang out and let him prevent you from committing suicide, that's why you're procrastinating." Smith said a little disappointed.

"I didn't," Sam denied. "It's you. What are you disappointed about? You really want me to die! Say, what's wrong with me? You want to do this to your best friend?"

"Mr. Shen Lang didn't respond at all. He might be a hard-hearted person. You should find another way." Smith said helplessly, "I don't want you to die either. However, since you don't intend to die, it's better not to hang it up." It's on the lips. It's dangerous."

"What are you talking about? I'm very sincere." Sam looked at Shen Lang's room and said cautiously.

"In this case, you should die quickly."

The door of the room was suddenly opened, and Shen Lang walked out slowly, with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Mr. Shen Lang..."

Sam was dumbfounded and couldn't believe his ears.

"I don't want to repeat it a second time." Shen Lang clapped his hands and said, "Be clean and tidy. I will see General Michel for the sake of your loyalty."

"Mr. Shen Lang, you are joking. This is not funny at all." Sam laughed a few times and said, "The life of a small person like me is worthless, how can it be used to please you?"

"I saw a heart of sincerity, which is unparalleled in value." Shen Lang said with a half-smile, "Are you going to tell me that my eyes are wrong?"

Sam was about to respond, but Shen Lang said to himself: "I can't be wrong, if this is the case, I must dig out your heart and see what color it is."

Sam's whole body stiffened when he heard the words, and the words that came to his mouth were swallowed back.

"Sam, it seems that you are really doomed this time." Smith said sadly, "Can you tell me the password of your safe in advance, your best friend. You are dead, and those things are of no use to you. "

"Don't think about it!"

Sam flew into a rage, glaring at Smith.

Smith looked innocent: "Don't be angry. It's fine if you don't agree. Don't look at me like this, Mr. Shen Lang is still waiting for you."

"Mr. Sam, are you ready?"

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, his eyes wandered over the dagger in Sam's hand.

"Mr. Shen Lang, will you be happy when you die?"

Sam grimaced.

"It should be a little." Shen Lang touched his chin, "After all, he is an annoying guy who disturbs my rest."

It was only then that Sam realized why Shen Lang didn't want to see them in the first place, and his expression became more and more bitter.

"In this case, I will die generously. I only hope that Mr. Shen Lang will not forget me. Give me a smile. This is also the last value of my life."

As Sam said, he raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it hard into his heart.

Immediately, blood splattered.

Sam's whole body went limp, he lost his strength, and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha……"

Shen Lang looked at Sam who was lying on the ground, and couldn't help laughing.

Smith looked at Shen Lang in surprise, with a look of disbelief.

How could he really feel happy when a person died in front of him like this?
They didn't have a deep hatred.

Is Shen Lang so narrow-minded?
Or is he actually a pervert?
"Poor acting skills, it's hard for you to perform so hard." Shen Lang said, kicking Sam, "Get up. The blood in your magic dagger is too fake. Are you planning to wait a while?" Eat the ketchup?"

Sam remained motionless, as if Shen Lang had misread it.

"If you don't get up again, I will turn you into a real corpse." Shen Lang sneered.

Sam seemed to be touched by electricity, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, with a smirk on his face, he said, "Mr. Shen Lang, it's a little joke, don't mind."

"A joke?" Shen Lang glanced at the magic dagger that fell from Sam's chest, and said, "You are confident in your illusion."

"Just kidding, kidding." Sam waved his hands quickly, "I don't dare to show off in front of Mr. Shen Lang with my ability. It's just a show for fun, and Mr. Bo just has fun."

"Sam, you're alive again! That's great. I knew you wouldn't die so easily." Smith said inappropriately, with a happy face, not fake at all.

"You really work hard on your performance, even your own partner." Shen Lang looked at Smith and said with a smile, "I'm curious. What is a partner who is always immersed in a half-dream and half-awake?"

"Mr. Shen Lang, I have no choice. He is just a fool. If I don't kill my ability, he can't even walk and talk." Sam said helplessly.

"I think you did it deliberately because you were afraid that he would run away." Shen Lang laughed, "It's not easy to find a quiet and obedient illusion booster."

"You really know everything..." Sam laughed dryly, fear flashed in his eyes.

Even General Michel didn't know about his relationship with Smith.

In the eyes of outsiders, he and Smith are a classic combination of smart, slick and clumsy.

"Let's go."

Shen Lang turned around with his hands behind his back.

"Let General Michel come to see me himself. After all, he wants something from me, so he must show some sincerity."

"Mr. Shen Lang..."

Before Sam finished speaking, Shen Lang interrupted him.

"It's my kindness that you didn't turn into a corpse. Your jokes are not enough for you to escape from me for the second time."

Sweat dripped from Sam's forehead involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)