Death Inquisitor

"Secretary, shall we contact the comrades of the traffic police to close the road?" a policeman asked.

"No, the death judge is well-balanced. When did you see him hurt the innocent? Especially the innocent people in our country?" the director said from himself.

The policeman beside him nodded ignorantly, as if it were really the case.

Uh, uh, uh!

boom!

Pieces of tree leaves popped out like bullets.

After coming to Wang Dahao, they exploded.

Jump their fried chicken.

"Made, the death judge is playing us on purpose." Wang Dahao shouted.

"Nonsense, this is still using you to say, think of a way!" Jia Dong next to him said angrily.

"Go to a place where there is no tree, so that he will have no leaves to blow us!"

Wang Dahao's eyes suddenly lighted up.

But found that the next Jia Dong was watching him like an idiot.

Then he remembered suddenly, not only did the leaves explode, but his cigars also exploded.

"Then go to a place with a lot of people and see if he dares to blow it up!" Wang Dahao said with his teeth.

Jia Dong next to him finally showed his excitement. This is a good idea.

But the conversation between the two of them angered the death judge.

A few clicks, hundreds of leaves flying densely on the green belt next to it, and a brain surged.

It burst.

In the end, it is just ordinary leaves, not in a sealed container. After being completely blown up, there is no debris splashing. The power is much smaller than a regular bomb.

So even though the weight of these hundreds of leaves is enough to make a grenade, the power of the explosion is very different.

Even so, Wang Dahao and two of them blew up seven meat and eight elements, bloody.

He fell to the ground and howled in pain.

"Wang Dahao, you bastard, blame you for your bad idea! Ah ah, it hurts me." Jia Dong wailed with his face covered.

The blood was flowing down from the top.

There were several big holes in the clothes, as if they were burnt.

Wang Dahao felt wronged, Ma, didn't you let me make an idea, why do you still blame me now?

Whether it makes sense or not.

boom!

A branch next to him suddenly burst and **** splashed.

The two of them shot like bullets.

Wounds appeared, blood spewed.

"Lying trough, come back! Ah!" Wang Dahao screamed.

One hand was trembling and shaking, and a piece of wood stubble was thrust into the back of the hand, half inside and half exposed.

The blue muscles next to them all burst into pain, and they were stubborn on the back of the hand.

"My ears, hemp eggs, my ears are bleeding!" Jia Dong only felt that his earlobe was sore.

Stretching his hand, a large piece of blood.

The two dared not stay any longer and hurried toward the other side of the road.

Fortunately, at this time, because of the two of them, the cars on the road stopped to watch the two of them, causing traffic jams.

So although the two had to cross the road through the gap between the car and the car, they did not have to worry about being hit.

"What's the matter with these two people?"

"I don't know, buddy, you are here early, do you know what's going on?"

"I don't know, but I just saw them being chased by the leaves. I was so **** up."

"Chased by leaves? Lying trough, wouldn't it be a death judge!"

Owners of several cars in the neighborhood talked about it.

boom!

This time it was not an explosion.

Instead, the hair of Wang Dahao and Jia Dong suddenly burned.

From a distance, it looks like two torches are running wildly.

"Hot and hot! Hot! The judge's boss spares his life, and the judge's boss shows mercy!" Wang Dahao and Jia Dong danced in pain on the road.

There was a burning flame above his head.

The whole person was terrified and begged in his mouth.

Drivers who were stuck in traffic on the road were amazed. Such scenes are rare, and it's not easy to see them once in a lifetime.

This car is jammed and worth it! This is called live long see.

His hair burned out quickly, and Wang Dahao and Jia Dong were covered in black.

With the running, there are still some black things, all falling down one after another.

That's the ashes after the burning hair.

For both of them, there was a smell of burning smell.

The scalp is still burning pain.

"burst!"

However, for Ye Chen, this is just the beginning. The previous teasing was nothing but appetizers.

With his cold spit.

Jia Dong, who was running, screamed suddenly.

The little finger of his left hand burst and burst into a mist of blood, floating in the air.

"Ah!" He covered his wound and screamed sternly.

Pedestrians around were frightened and fled further.

The drivers in those cars couldn't escape because of traffic jams, but fortunately, after Wang Dahao crossed the road, they were already some distance away from them, so don't worry too much.

"What are you screaming about!" Wang Dahao shouted angrily when he heard Jia Dong's cry.

Then the pupil shrank.

Frightened by the blood mist floating around Jia Dong and the blood dripping continuously on his hand.

"What's wrong with you? Jia Dong? Jia Dong! Hurry up, what the **** is wrong with you," Wang Dahao said anxiously.

He didn't care about Jia Dong, but because he was worried that he would encounter the same thing, he wanted to know what happened.

"Hand! My finger was blown up! Damn death judge, ah, it hurts the old man." Jia Dong cried, slowly kneeling on the ground while covering the wound.

But just after his words fell, there was another roar.

The ear on his left burst into a haze of blood in Wang Dahao's horrified eyes.

"Lying trough, so ruthless!" Wang Dahao's eyes widened, looking at Jia Dong's appearance, and his fear was even more intense.

Wherever I dare to stay, I ran away in the distance.

As for Jia Dong's life and death, what does it matter to him?

The two of them are just drug addicts, and the relationship between ordinary fox friends and dog friends.

"Wang Dahao, don't go! Save me, save me quickly!" Jia Dong looked at Wang Dahao's going away figure and suddenly anxiously shouted. ..

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