Super God Gene

“What are you doing?” Hanson looked coldly at the baron and asked.

When so many people showed up, the baron let go of the hand that tore the woman's uniform and stood up and laughed and said to Hansen: “Master, I just wanted to be happy and happy with this Kate slut. I've been here for days. I've been in town all day, and I'm going to suffocate. ”

“Get down on your knees and apologize to her and ask for her forgiveness.” Hanson said with no expression on his face.

But the baron was still hung, his face seemed irrelevant, and he said with a smile: “Master, he's just a slut. Is that not necessary? ”

There are already many people around, mothers and children, barons and Viscounts, who are watching Hanson's side if they're in the open or in the dark.

“What will he do with the Baron? To cure him, he was afraid of getting cold in the hearts of many barons, fighting with his birth and death, not even a slutty girl could touch him, only afraid that someone would sincerely help him. If not cured, the prestige of the head of the family will be greatly diminished, with advantages and disadvantages for both cure and cure.” In the room, a Viscount looked through the window at Hanson and the Baron and gave them a funny look.

Others also await Hanson's handling of the matter, and the final outcome is an opportunity for them to learn about Hanson.

Those children and women, who were in a more complicated mood, were scared, and themselves and their children, like that young mother, had no capacity to protect themselves and their children, and now the only person they could rely on was that man. If that man gave in, even if it was only half a step, it would mean that they would end up in a very sad situation.

Hanson looked at the baron and said nothing more, just slowly pulled the ghost tooth knife out of his waist.

He didn't need a ghost tooth knife to clean up such a baron, but this time it was different, so Hanson held the ghost tooth knife in his hand.

Hanson pulled it out of the sheath for the first time in days since he got the ghost tooth knife back from Issa.

“I'll give you another chance to do your best to keep me from dying, and I'll take it as if nothing ever happened. Forgive your sins.” Hanson looked at the baron indifferently and said.

The baron's face was slightly stiff and he bit his teeth and said: "Master, a Dalit girl, if you want, I'll go get you ten hundred more. ”

The corner of Hanson's mouth rose slightly, holding a knife in his hand, and walked one step at a time towards the baron, and the voice said without any emotion: "It doesn't matter a thousand ten thousand, but they are now Hanson's property. Whoever touches my property without my permission, I will kill him. The unknown are not guilty. I gave you a chance to live. You gave up yourself. Now I give you a second chance. You were the first and last person to touch my property and have a chance to live. ”

Seeing Hanson come step by step, the momentum is like a knife blade, and the killing intent is more like the tide. Once the baron was harsh, he summoned his genetic arm, which was a tower shield.

And the baron thought, “You're just a baron, and you can't really do anything with a king's knife in your hand. Even if I'm not your opponent, can't you stop it? ”

A lot of the barons and the Viscounts, most of them thought so, thought that Hanson was giving this baron a chance to live, even though he said so harshly.

At the same time, the baron was also a shield-type defensive genetically armed, and killing him with one knife was probably a bit difficult.

“When the owner said nine words, his subordinates were punished by the owner's sword.” The baron put the tower shield in front of him and said out loud.

Hanson had come to the baron, indifferent in colour, and had a knife cut off at the baron, because Hanson had not yet reached the rank of Viscount, nor had the Ghost Tooth Knife been provoked, but had simply been cut off with a knife.

The baron shouted and put the tower shield in his hand up.

Knock!

The ghost tooth knife seemed like tofu cut, tearing the baron's genetically armed tower shield directly into pieces, the baron was horrified and retreated, because the genetically armed body was destroyed, his chest was bloody, and he couldn't help spraying blood.

But his body, not too badly wounded, just a little brow, a little flesh pierced by the tip of the knife, like a little red dot, no major obstacle at all.

“Thank the owners for their sinfulness.” The baron smiled and saluted Hansen with a delightful smile on his face.

Many of the barons and Viscounts also have a slight contempt in their hearts: “He still relies on us to develop the Eclipse Star, and he really kills people, just to be like him. ”

Hanson stuck his ghost tooth knife back in his waist without a word, but his eyes stared indifferently at the baron.

The baron wiped the blood on his forehead, but found that it couldn't be wiped clean. The tiny wound kept bleeding and his face slightly changed.

Soon, the wound began to spread over his forehead, tearing the flesh out of his forehead straight out of a mouth, like a spider web towards his face.

Then it spreads from the face to the neck and all over the body, and the wounds in one path tear apart, revealing the fat and muscle fibers inside and the blood gushing out.

“Ah!" the baron fell to the ground and made a grievous, inhuman scream, the pain of being torn apart by flesh, probably more painful than a thousand knives.

“Homeowner… spare… spare… spare… life…" The baron screamed on the ground, tearing his heart apart, pleading, but the inhuman pain made him incomplete.

“I gave you a chance.” Hanson whispered faintly, not even his eyelids moved a bit, then turned straight back to his house.

It was destined to be a sleepless night, when the baron's flesh was torn apart, stripped from his body and moaned all night until the next morning.

When the others went to see it, they found a piece of flesh falling off the floor, and the baron was left with only a skeleton.

And the skeleton was still being torn apart, and a crack spread over the white bone, which was torn to pieces several days later.

Everyone has the guts to die a thousand times more brutally than a knife.

“Dead good.” Gu Chencheng only understated that if she were to come, she would make the baron's death even worse.

This time, the barons and the Viscounts were all scared, and the mothers and children, who were awed and awed of Hanson, were a little grateful.

Now they all know that their lives and those of their children are between Hanson's own thoughts, and that no one can hurt them as long as Hanson doesn't nod.

On the contrary, if Hanson wanted them dead, they would certainly not have lived, and they would have died very tragically.