Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

"Lying grass, this person is definitely a goblin, I'll come, I'll come, I want the first one."

I remember this voice from Yu Yan, it was the man named Lao Wu.He looked sideways, as if he was looking at his lover: "Okay, you are the first."

Old Wu was numb by the soft eyes, he smiled, untied Cong Youyan's rope a few times, hugged his slender waist, and turned around in a circle: "Be careful, let brother I love you so much! I will save you from suffering!"

From the corner of Yuyan's mouth, he narrowed his eyes with a smile, hooked Old Wu's neck, waved his fingers casually, and flicked his nails.

Old Wu who had already hugged him and pushed him down on the iron bed, who was kissing back and forth, suddenly shivered.

The surrounding crowd also shivered.

Cong Yuyan stared at Old Wu's stiff and discolored eyes, and laughed loudly: "Do you still want to continue? I still have a lot of tricks that I haven't used yet."

"Ah!" Old Wu screamed, covered his eyes with one hand, and fell to the ground.

And the other arm fell to the ground accompanied by a bright red stench.

Cong Youyan casually picked up the severed arm, licked his lips: "Ha! The smell of blood is really nice."

The man sitting not far away changed his expression, and just about to open his mouth to call out, he was horrified to find that his hands and feet were gradually petrified, his breath was stuck in his throat, and he could no longer move.

This person... is weird!The man was extremely angry and flustered, the liquid in his blood vessels was turning into a paste bit by bit, the second hand flew past 60 times, the mighty man kept his original appearance, stiffened on the chair, and stopped breathing with his eyes closed.

A person crawled out of the crowd, yelling hootingly, flung himself tremblingly towards the wall, and turned off the electric switch with all his might.

Sweat dripped down chaotically along with breathing, instantly dyeing the clothes of this group of people hiding in the darkness.

Old Wu, with one broken arm, was rolling in the corner, his blood-steaming hair stuck tightly to his scalp, and his panting sound became more and more rough.

In the silent dark room, only the sound of deliberately suppressed breathing remained.

Cong Yuyan's voice carried a usual smile: "Where's the big brother who broke his arm, come out, don't play catch with me, my patience is not good!"

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,..." Cong Youyan paced and searched, counting backwards.

The effect of the medicine will only pass with time, like maggots attached to the bone, penetrate into the blood marrow, and there is not much time left for these people.

But Congyouyan found it very interesting, and wanted to see the expressions of others kneeling at his feet begging.Therefore, as long as he is unwilling, this person cannot die for the time being.

"...Three, two, one, it's time." With a smile on his face, Yu Yan walked to the wall and pushed on the switch, looking at the quiet corpses all over the ground, showing satisfaction in all kinds of tragic situations.

Touching his bosom, sure enough---the mobile phone and the ashtray are not on his body, which doesn't bother him.

The tongue was bent into a circle, and Yuyan blew a unique whistle, accompanied by a snake-like "hissing" sound. After a short time, many black beetles crawled out of the corner, and the last two unicorns pushed together Climbing here with a bronze ashtray.

Cong Youyan bowed his head and blew a long whistle: "Good job, Xiao Xian'er, I will leave all the eyeballs for you later."

All kinds of sucking sounds can be heard from all around. There is no strong wind here, but it is more terrifying than strong wind and rain.

The blind one-armed old Wu in the corner had no choice but to shrink himself even smaller and repeat Jesus, Allah Tathagata several times.

The guys around me seemed to die.I don't understand why everyone else is dead, but I'm still panting, but it's better to die than to live.

Just get through the night and wait for the living Hades outside to leave quickly.

Then you must change your mind. 'Buddha, bless me. 'Old Wu's bloody face was full of anticipation.

"It's useless for you to beg any god. You will die only if I nod. Do you want to die?"

Suddenly a clear whisper came from Old Wu's ear.He was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed subconsciously.

Due to the effect of the medicine, Old Wu's face was horrified but bright red, which was very abnormal, but he didn't know it.

"Hero, spare me!"

Cong Youyan smiled gently: "I'm not a hero, I'm just a doctor."

Old Wu immediately changed his mouth: "Genius doctor, please spare me!"

Cong Youyan paced slowly under the tip of Old Wu's nose, "Look, you were all living a good life, but you had to do illegal business, which caused you to be killed."

Old Wu burst into tears: "I'm just a kid."

What Cong Youyan urgently needs now is slaves who are afraid of him, just like in the Valley of Medicine back then, only fear and poison can make these villains obedient and obedient for him to drive.

"So, you have two ways to go now. One way is to die. Death is nothing to be afraid of, it's just turned into fertilizer for the baby worms I raise to eat."

Old Wu heard the most cruel end in an elegant voice, his body trembling uncontrollably: "I choose the second way!"

Cong Yuyan was interrupted to speak impromptu, a little unhappy, picked up Lao Wu's hair, and gave a hot big mouth casually: "I haven't said the second one yet!"

"..." When I met such a neurotic doctor with wild thoughts and old Wu who had half his face swollen, he had no choice but to listen carefully.

"The second way, you can survive. From now on, you will be my slave, and you can only obey my orders. If you dare to back up, you will suffer the end of my heart devoured by thousands of insects, and your soul will be destroyed."

Old Wu swallowed a mouthful of spittle and thought to himself: Why does it sound like a plot in a martial arts novel?Is this lunatic really a martial idiot?But right now, it must be alive first.

After he figured it out, he hurriedly raised his hand: "Genius doctor, me, I will choose the second one."

Cong Youyan squatted down in satisfaction, touched the corners of Old Wu's eyes, and said with a smile, "Good boy! I'll help you restore your eyesight first, I don't want a blind slave."

A stench penetrated into the eye sockets, and Lao Wu only felt that something had stabbed him deep in the brow bone. After the severe pain, there was a faint light in the endless darkness.

The light spots kept piling up and shining, Old Wu shook his head and opened his eyes.

The first thing I saw was the cold and beautiful face. The Yan Wangye who claimed to be a genius doctor stared at him with a wicked smile: "Quickly get up and meet the master."

Old Wu knelt down reluctantly.

Cong Yuyan blew on his fingertips unintentionally, and said: "I forgot to tell you, when I was healing your eyes just now, I accidentally put an insect egg in it, if you don't want to become fertilizer, just wait a while and stand up again." .”

Old Wu, who just wanted to get up, gritted his teeth secretly, and dared not move again.

To deal with this kind of villain, doctors have always had a way, all they need is a bug egg to ensure that these cowards will never dare to have another heart.

Cong Yuyan wiped his fingers, got up and smiled: "This is my rule! I only want obedient slaves. Go, get my luggage."

A barrel of gasoline, a flame, the abandoned warehouse was burning red in the night.

Cong Youyan was so emotional that he decided to write a poem to express his emotional journey after escaping from the dead.