Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

After Fang Zhuo grabbed the man's hand last time and failed to sense it, he kept sending people to inquire if there were any men who were seriously injured or ill in the past few days and were not far from death.

Unfortunately not, only this little slave.

So he put all his hopes on this person, but it turned out he wasn't? !

No, no, the system's answer is: Unable to determine.

This is an open-ended answer, and the little slave is still a suspect.

Fang Zhuo scratched his hair irritably, "The method of confirming the target in the last world, is it still valid in this world?"

[Of course, as long as the courier and the protagonist are in physical contact, there will be a special feeling. 】

Fang Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, and subconsciously wanted to lie down and be in a daze, when he suddenly noticed a sharp gaze, turned his head to look over, and his gaze happened to meet a pair of ice blue eyes.

Cold, unruly, and deep, they are not kind at first glance.

After passing through the last world, Fang Zhuo's sensitivity to danger is already very high.

Resisting the guilt for no reason, he reached out and pushed the man's head, "Look at me again, and I'll dig out your eyeballs and feed them to the dogs."

The man pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to look at him, turned his eyes away and changed the subject to ease the atmosphere, "What's your name?"

The man still doesn't speak.

"Forget it." Fang Zhuo rolled his eyeballs, and a flash of inspiration flashed, "Then I'll call you Eggy."

The two lumps under the man left a deep impression on him, and the name is really cute.

"Eggy, don't worry, I won't do anything to you." Fang Zhuo showed that he was still intact, with a fierce look on his face, "But if someone asks you about tonight, you have to tell them, I've fucked you very well."

After speaking, he was worried that the man would not cooperate, and then threatened: "Otherwise, I will kill you."

Dead Face finally reacted, his lips moved slightly, and he let out a chuckle of unknown meaning.

Fang Zhuo heard the meaning of sarcasm, "You are looking for smoke."

"You can try." The man's voice was calm and hoarse.

It sounds good, and definitely has the potential to be a voice actor. Fang Zhuo smacked his lips, and before he could remember it, he saw the man who was tied up well break free and sit up.

He immediately went to pull out the self-defense dagger in his boots. Just as he touched the hilt, his wrist hurt. The man cut off the dagger and pressed it against his neck.

When Fang Zhuo thought of those two poor people whose brains had been smashed out, his little heart was about to explode with fright, but he said calmly, "The people outside are all my people. You can't get out even if you kill me."

There was a cold light in the man's eyes, he pressed the knife down, bright red blood overflowed from the wound, and flowed down the fair neck, making that piece of skin extremely gorgeous.

Fang Zhuo couldn't pretend to be calm anymore, his whole body was stiff and his face was pale, "Damn... no, comrade, don't be impulsive, we can negotiate peacefully."

The veins on the forehead of the man bulged because of that word.

He sat on the opposite chair with half-closed eyes, "Tell me about your identity."

While speaking, his fingertips bloodthirstyly slashed across the knife, like a cold-blooded officer who tortured secret agents.

Fang Zhuo shuddered and reported honestly: "Height 182, weight 70 kg, Scorpio, spicy taste..."

Suddenly felt a chill on the neck, the other party didn't seem to like to hear this.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, and picked what he liked to hear, "Currently the entire West Street is my territory, and there are only more than 200 people under my command. They are still loyal, no savings, and zero weapons and equipment."

A few words shook the old bottom completely.

"My name is Zhuang Xu."

The man stood up, and the tip of the knife unbuttoned Fang Zhuo's chest one by one, revealing his fair chest, "Take off your shirt."

Fang Zhuo swallowed, unwilling.

Zhuang Xu narrowed his eyes, and without saying a word, Fang Zhuo stripped himself naked, left a pair of underwear, and behaved very positively.

In this wretched place, he was a rabbit in wolf's fur, but now, Zhuang Xu was a skinner, and the point of the knife was sliding slowly on his body, as if he was looking for something.

Zhuang Xu's expression was gloomy. This kid didn't have any wounds implanted with a chip, and he didn't have an army ID number. He shouldn't be the one who came to arrest him.

"I heard that you are looking for someone recently." Zhuang Xu's knife cut across the sunken line of the young man's back, frightening the man's buttocks.

"That is someone who is very important to me." Fang Zhuo's goosebumps fell off the bed, and he was about to cry, "Brother, I was wrong, can I give you the money, and the throne of the eldest brother can also be given to you, I promise I will never provoke you again."

Zhuang Xu looked at him indifferently for a while, picked up the pile of clothes, and threw them on his back, "Who?"

"People who are more important than my life." Fang Zhuo suddenly understood, sat up with his clothes in his arms, "Don't worry, the person I'm looking for is not you."

Zhuang Xu didn't trust him, so he took out a tube of black potion, "Drink it."

Fang Zhuo was a bit shadowy about such things, and asked cautiously, "What is it?"

"Things that can guarantee your loyalty to me." The man's fingers were flexible, and a dagger was about to be played, and the threat was obvious.

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to bite the bullet and drank the strange-smelling liquid, clutching his chest and retching.

If he had known that this person's core was black, he shouldn't have brought him back.

I don't know if there is any regret medicine in the interstellar era.

Outside the door, Zhao Qi had been listening to the corner of the wall for a long time, but there was no sound inside.

Thinking of the rumors about Zhuang Xu, his heart skipped a beat, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "Boss, do you need help?"

Do me a favor, your boss, I would rather die now.

Fang Zhuo glanced at Zhuang Xu, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Go and boil the water, Boss, I want to take a bath."

Zhao Qiyi was full of yellow water, "It's over so quickly? Why worry, I won't start work today anyway, so let's keep working."

Fang Zhuo's eyes are about to roll to the sky, please hold back your words!

Facing Zhuang Xuru's substantive eyes, he roared violently: "Whatever you say, just burn it!"

In less than half an hour, the hot water in the public bath was ready.

Fang Zhuo walked in front, Zhuang Xu followed behind, obviously plain looking, wearing old doctor's old clothes and trousers, but there was a sense of nobility all over his body.

Zhao Qi glanced at it twice, sighing to himself.

Some people, even without skin and gold clothes, can still be personable and have a compelling temperament.

The living conditions of mine star No. [-] are not good. Even a street fighter like the original owner has to live in a dormitory with his brothers and share a bathroom.

Fang Zhuo took a shower quickly, and specially asked someone to prepare a new set of clothes and a sum of cash to send to the God of Plague.

After taking a shower, the God of Plague put on new clothes and cash, and instead of going to the door, went straight back to the room.

Fang Zhuo was dumbfounded: "..." Are you planning to rely on him? ?

"Boss, don't be dazed, hurry up." Someone next to him grabbed him.

Fang Zhuo turned his gaze around, the brothers formed a circle with three floors inside and three floors outside.

The more pain some people feel in their hearts, the more they want to cover it up. This is the case with the original owner.Every time I finish working, I always pull a few brothers to brag about how powerful I am, how fierce I am, and how exciting I am to make people feel paralyzed.

Over time, everyone developed the habit of sitting in rows consciously without shouting, waiting for the boss to talk about his glory.

Fang Zhuo said dryly: "That's the way it is."

Zhao Qi: "What kind of tricks are you playing today? Why can't you even make a sound?"

It's not about raising pigs, so what a fart, Fang Zhuo said sadly: "I don't like to hear it, so I blocked his mouth."

"Is it cool to have no sound?" Someone asked curiously.

Fang Zhuo's chest was clogged with blood, and he glanced at the empty corridor, "Nonsense, that kind of whimpering, unable to resist voice, can arouse the desire to conquer even more."

"The boss is the boss, he knows a lot." The brothers expressed admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, there were footsteps in the corridor, and for some reason, the noisy hall suddenly became so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously sat up straight and turned his head stiffly.

Zhuang Xu stood at the end of the corridor, looking at him, "Come in."

Fang Zhuo dawdled, wishing his ass would grow on the stool and never get up for the rest of his life.

"Boss, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up."

"That's right, that's what I want."

"Golden chrysanthemums worth 6 yuan need to be dried several times."

Fang Zhuo stood up amidst the booing of the crowd, and walked into the room despite the great fear of death.

Zhuang Xu occupied his soft bed, his long legs stretched out and crossed, lazily and casually.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to relax at all, and moved his lips, "What are you doing?"

"Did you enjoy the chat?" Zhuang Xu's voice was flat.

Fang Zhuo smelled the breath of death, and almost knelt down, "I'm not happy, I actually don't want to talk about this kind of topic."

Zhuang Xu flicked the dagger, and the tip of the knife plunged vertically into the wooden table.

Fang Zhuo had already foreseen a fate similar to that of the table, racked his brains, and decided to reveal the secret that would make people overwhelmed no matter what happened to any man.

I hope that Zhuang Xu can read it for the sake of being a man and don't bother with him.

"Brother, let me tell you the truth. I can't handle it. I usually like to talk dirty to my brothers. My life is bleak. Please be considerate and considerate. Just treat me as a fart."

"It was quite miserable." Zhuang Xu pulled out his dagger and walked in front of Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo was so frightened that he didn't even have the strength to retreat, he raised his face slightly, and looked at the man pleadingly.

Zhuang Xu saw the familiar fear in the young man's eyes. He licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue, raised his thin lips, and the tip of the knife slowly slid across the young man's belt and landed on it.

"Since it's useless, let's cut it."