Chapter 374: Want to step on an ant but not to death.
The winding and slender tongue extends strangely like a poisonous snake, and the wet tongue slides through the window glass, leaving a sticky thread. Water marks.
The fluorescent traces on the tongue coating flicker, like the breathing rhythm of some unknown creature.
The tongue wandered along the aluminum alloy frame by the window, and the metal surface trembled slightly, making a very light "buzzing" sound.
The handle in the window seemed to be pulled by invisible silk threads, turning half of the arc silently.
Click—
"Not like it? What doesn't look like?"
Zhao Xing's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle point, and instinctively took a half step back, and the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling , roaring in the blood vessels.
The muscles of the right arm are twisted, and the veins are bulging, and they are swinging into a hammer, slamming them towards the bald face and black teeth in front of them with the whistling sound of the wind.
The cloak hammered the ape!
In a horror, this swing condensed the blood and energy of Zhao Xing's body without leaving any of it. It was the strongest killing move.
Where the swing passes, the air is squeezed out ripples that can be seen in the naked eye.
A light bronze luster appeared on Zhao Xing's fist, which was the symbol of practicing the cloak hammer ape's strength to achieve success.
The bald man still grinned, his mouth full of black teeth unmoved. His body leaned back in a way that violated the laws of physics, like a piece of paper blown by the wind.
"Boom!"
The fist wind wiggled the tip of the bald man's nose and fell heavily.
This time, the computer screen on the table swayed violently, and the monitor base made an overwhelmed "squeak" sound, as if the next second it would be crushed into pieces by this violent force.
At this critical moment, a faint sigh rang out in the darkness:
"I told you to be gentle, why can't I understand human words?"
" >Under the sloppy old man's shirt, one palm gently caught Zhao Xing's fist.
The palm was holding it with no force, it was as loose as the old man's shriveled muscles.
"Seeking death!"
The glimmer in Zhao Xing's eyes surged, and the force of his fists gushed out.
He could already imagine the miserable situation of the meat palm being smashed into meat filling.
However, the next moment, his expression frozen.
The palm of the hand was motionless, like a towering Wujie Mountain.
What's even more strange is that Zhao Xing felt that the violent force condensed on his fist was being swallowed by some invisible force, like a punch hitting into the bottomless quagmire.
"This" Zhao Xing showed a look of horror on his face.
Before he could react, a feminine and terrifying force recoiled from that palm.
The power was not as strong and domineering as his fist force, but was like a tide, with a creepy viscous feeling.
Zhao Xing could see with his naked eyes that a layer of strange ripples appeared on the surface of his fist's skin, and his flesh waving up and down, forming uneven folds. "Ah!"
The severe pain made Zhao Xing growl.
The power spreads upward along his arms, and wherever he passes, the folds are like continuous waves, extending along the back of his hands, arms, arms... all the way.
His arms began to tremble uncontrollably, and the capillaries on the surface of his skin showed a faint blue-black look. What's even more terrifying is that the power showed no sign of stopping and was still heading straight for his head.
Zhao Xing's temple began to thrust and tingling pain came from his eardrums, as if a mixer was stirring the skull. The next second, the fresh and hot brain flowers were about to lift the "pot lid" and come out of the oven. Now. "Captain, be gentle, you can't eat brain flowers today." Outside the window, the red-clothed spider crawled in along the window, and hugged Zhao tightly from behind. punishment.
Zhao Xing suddenly felt a terrifying shock as if he had found a hole in his vent, and was guided away by his concave and convex body behind him.
"Save!" Zhao Xing was dizzy and always felt something was wrong. "Wait a minute, where did the woman come from behind?" >Zhao Xing felt dizzy in his brain, and then his extremely soft limbs wrapped around him, making the touch cool and smooth.
He turned his eyes and saw a pair of pale and almost transparent arms slowly climbing up to his shoulders. The arms were slender and slender, and his nails were covered with scarlet elixir.
It should have been a charming and erotic scene, but Zhao Xing's heart sank to the bottom, because the rescued computer screen was reflecting a thrilling scene:
The joints of a woman's arm were twisting at an incredible angle. It was wrapping around his arms in circles, like two sandwich twists. "What the hell is this?" Zhao Xing's scalp was numb.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
He felt the arms tightening, with amazing strength.
What's even more terrifying is that his thighs were also entangled with something - it was the woman in red, the legs were pale without a trace of blood, and blue-black blood vessels were vaguely visible under her skin.
In the reflection of the computer screen, he seemed to be entangled by four white water snakes.
Zhao Xing felt a chill coming up from the soles of his feet.
He tried to struggle, but found that the entangled limbs were tighter and tighter. The woman in red had her arms as if she had no bones and could be bent and deformed at will, firmly imprisoning him.
What made him even more creepy was that he felt something cold was wandering along his skin - a weird tongue.
It stretched out from the woman in red, wrapping around Zhao Xing's neck wet, leaving a sticky water mark.
The tongue coating was trembling strangely, as if she was greeting Zhao Xing: "The captain asked you to be gentle because it was for your own good. After all, I wanted to step on an ant but didn't step on him to death. , the force is difficult to control."
The bald man took back his palm, walked around Zhao Xing, put the fallen chair on the ground and straightened it, and then sat slowly on the chair.
Zhao Xing's limbs moved mechanically like a puppet, and his toes dragged wet marks on the floor. He looked at his hand in horror and pulled the window open.
Zhao Xing didn't know what the woman who controlled him was going to do, but he had a strong ominous premonition. He roared in horror: "Who are you, what do you want to do to me?" br>
The red dragonfly slowly tightened her tongue, controlled Zhao Xing to poke his head out of the window little by little, and whispered: "Someone bought your life, we will take responsibility for it." The trouble is that he hopes you die from an accident, but it will be fine soon. Don’t make a noise, it’s coming!”
Zhao Xing’s head and neck poked out of the window. The height of the floor makes the vehicle on the ground shrink to the size of a beetle.
He stared at the ground with his eyes and heavy rain suddenly hit him, and the cold rain hit his face like countless needles, causing goose bumps all over his body.
He widened his eyes and stared at the ground, his heart almost jumping out of his chest.
The suffocating fear came like a tide. He seemed to understand the woman's explanation, but he didn't fully understand it.
He wanted to shout loudly and resist, but all he made from his throat was a low whimper, his voice hoarse and blurry, as if he was trapped in the storm and rain:
"Come on What's coming? ”
(This chapter ends)