The Night Wandering God is good at assassination. He comes and goes without a trace, so it is easy for him to launch a surprise attack on a sorcerer in the extraordinary stage.
The broken heart was still beating, blood was gushing out, the cold-blooded young man did not die immediately, his brown pupils shrank into golden vertical eyes, his nose collapsed, his lips opened wide to his ears, his skin turned blue-black, and hard bumps appeared.
His entire body turned into an ugly toad in human form.
Transform into a poison! He is going to fight to the death.
But just as he finished transforming into a poison, that hand suddenly clenched and crushed the bright red heart. The other hand inserted into the hole in the chest and tore it with all his strength, tearing the toad man into two pieces as easily as if he were torn apart.
The entire process from the attack to the tearing apart took no more than three seconds. Li Zhengde's pupils dilated and he was still in a daze.
Gao Duichang, whom he revered as a god, could be crushed with ease. Killing him was as easy as crushing an ant.
Li Zhengde then saw the attacker clearly. He was a plain-looking young man, the kind of mediocre person who would be hard to find in a crowd. Bing or QQ browser Sanyou novel plus book title to experience it first every day.
Li Zhengde was about to beg for mercy when he heard a "click" and saw his back and the corridor behind him.
Me, what should I do? The thought flashed through his mind, and his consciousness fell into eternal darkness. Li Zhengde, with his neck twisted 180 degrees, fell to the ground with a bang. He was incontinent, with urine and feces soaked in his crotch, and his legs twitched slightly.
Zhang Yuanqing heard the reminder sounds of his gaining reputation points and deducting moral points, but he didn't care. Now, killing an evil profession or an ordinary person would not be enough to appease his anger. He would kill them first. After killing this kind of villain, he would go back to the Public Security Bureau to classify and close the case, and he would get a more generous moral value reward.
And when you have accumulated a lot of moral points, if you accidentally kill civilians in battle in the future, you will not become a wanted criminal in the spiritual world.
Although he has always been very careful not to harm civilians, as the level increases, the destructive power becomes stronger and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no accidents.
The embarrassing predicament of the three rubbish players, Marshal, Hui Chang and the club owner, is the best proof of this.
You don’t have to do it, but you must be prepared for the unexpected.
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the toad man's corpse with dark and sticky energy in his eyes, summoning the remaining spirit inside the corpse. He opened his mouth and swallowed the spirit with bared fangs and claws and filled with a perverse aura.
Ten seconds later, after digesting the remaining memory fragments of the spirit, he snapped his fingers and turned into starlight and dissipated.
Far away from the green shed dormitory, under an excavator, a group of young and middle-aged men in vests and flowered shirts are standing or sitting around a square table. They are playing Golden Flower. When they win money, they laugh and when they lose money, they make a fuss.
In addition to playing cards, there are also large stacks of banknotes on the table. The most conspicuous person is a tattooed man wearing a black shirt, jeans, a gold chain around his neck, a cigarette in his mouth, and squinting his eyes to look at the cards. ..
"Rubbish cards!" The man in black threw away the cards in his hand and spit out the half-smoked cigarette before stomping it out. The man in black's spiritual realm ID is "Gambling Saint" and he was a gambler before he became a spiritual realm traveler.
As long as he has something, he can bet it on the gambling table.
Money, wife, children, even his own life, he enjoys the thrill of gambling, and if he loses, he is willing to send his wife to someone else's bed. He pursues the excitement of becoming rich overnight or losing everything, and thinks this is the greatest charm of gambling. .... So he never cheats, cheating is meaningless, a bet that is sure to win is neither exciting nor fulfilling.
This is why the hooligans in the sand mining area like to play with him.
The gambling master was almost losing all his money, but he didn't care. He lit a cigarette and waited for the next round to begin.
The second round began. The Gambler lit a cigarette, picked up two cards and looked at them, then slowly opened the last card.
The three cards are "2", "6" and "9", which is another rubbish card!
Just as the Gambler was about to curse, a voice came from behind: "Hey, what a rubbish deck of cards."
"Rubbish cards!" The Gambler echoed, then thought for a moment and remembered that there was no one behind him.
He turned his head suddenly and saw a plain-looking young man standing behind him.
"You." The Gambler's face changed. This man was not from the sand mine, but a completely unfamiliar outsider.
He instinctively jumped up, trying to distance himself, but the next second, the man behind him placed his hand on the top of his head.
"Bang!" The head exploded like a watermelon, and brain tissue mixed with bones flew everywhere, splattering all over the table.
The boys at the table were either holding their cards in a daze or staring at the headless body falling to the ground in amazement, all of them were stunned for a moment.
They didn't have the chance to react as Yichuanmei floated out from behind her master, emitting a shrill wail of a vengeful spirit. A dozen people at the table fell to the ground one after another, dying silently.
Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the saint's spirit as usual, and then asked: "Yichuanmei, will you deduct moral points if you kill ordinary people?"
"Master, the moment you turned me into a vengeful spirit, I lost my character death color card. I am now your slave, not a spirit realm walker." Yi Chuanmei flattered her master's back, "I have always wanted to have a master who abuses me and whips me."
"Work hard and stop talking nonsense. I'll beat you to death tonight," Zhang Yuanqing said coldly.
"Yes~" Yichuan Mei got the promise and excitedly shook her head and made gestures.
Zhang Yuanqing walked to the bedside and collected the bloodstained money one by one, "Don't take the money, Mr. Tong!"
He looked at the green shed dormitory where the male slaves lived in the distance, and used a star escape to come to the room on the far left. The air conditioner was blowing cold air outside.
In the not-so-spacious room, there was a comfortable double bed. In it, a sexy woman raised her head and made soft and seductive moans.
She has delicate features and a curvy figure. She is holding a young man in front of her and there is a man behind her. Compared to the woman who is enjoying herself, the two men look like they are being forced to do the work, doing repetitive movements numbly and mechanically.
Beside the bed, a row of naked men were kneeling with their heads lowered, like concubines waiting for the Queen's favor. There was no lust in their expressions or eyes, but rather some fear and nervousness.
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