But Moo-yan couldn't even move.

Afraid of a little action, it stimulated the pervert in front of him again.

Unstained but suddenly laughed low.

That smile was as bright as a normal day, but unjustifiably carried a little twisted madness: “Oh, don't you just hate my eyes? Because the man left me these eyes, so I dug them out, and you'd always look back at me, wouldn't you? ”

He raised his hand and stabbed himself in the eye.

Muang was frightened.

Suddenly Zhongshengzhi took out the spiritual flowers in the storage ring and stuffed them together with the jade box with flowers into his undyed hands.

“Your favorite spiritual flower. Are you sure you don't want to look and dig? ”

Until I was stunned, some hands and feet grabbed the jade box, and even Moo-yan's hands let go for a moment.

Mu Yan was relieved.

Seeing a teenager with a flower in his mouth, he pulled up a childlike, pure smile.

His voice was slightly slow, like he was scared of something, "Mother, look, it was a flower. ”

Mother?!

The corner of Muay's mouth smoked and she couldn't help but blow a punch into this little pervert's head.

She's a hundred years older than herself.

I used to call my own sister, and now even my mother.

If you want to be my son, Miss Ben doesn't want it!

But soon, Muay realized that she was not talking to him.

He's more like talking to himself, "With the flowers, you can practice, you can live forever, you can stay with me forever. Mother, are you happy? ”

Muhammad took a step back.

However, as soon as she moved, she saw her head raised violently, "Afraid of me? Because of the blood on my hands? Because I killed those who bullied you? Just because... I'm a little monster in their mouth? ”

“If you're so scared, I'll kill you till you get used to it, okay? ”

In the talking room, he grabbed his hand with blood, and a crippled strong man had been snatched by him and carried in the air.

“Butcher!! ”

“Let Uncle Yu go -!! ”

Beautiful women and little monkeys, all frightened and desperate to jump in and rescue each other.

They've just seen this demon kill people without blinking.

If so, if their relatives died in his hands as well...

Mu Yan suddenly squinted and gave a ridiculous expression: "Come on, don't pretend! You're not losing your mind right now, pretending to be crazy? ”

There was a moment of strange silence in the broken house.

After a long time, the corner of the teenager's lips across the street slowly snapped, and his head slightly deflected an arc. The innocent looked at him and said, “I'm curious, Muang, how do you see this? ”

Mu Yan turned a white eye and grabbed the jade box from his undyed hand: “None of your business, give me back my Spirit Flower! ”

She thought she'd fake it without dyeing.

I didn't expect him to let go this time.

People just stick together, and the voice is gentle and judicious: "Everyone who sees me is going to die! Aren't you scared, Muang? ”

Muay glanced at him coldly, "Did you just get really irritated, irrational, nonsense? Or from the beginning. ”

Slightly stagnated, then a brilliant smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, "Guess what! ”

“Get lost!” Muang kicked away, "I'm a normal person, not interested in guessing what perverts think. ”