Male God, a Little Su

  Chapter 57 The male **** is too black 57

  04 is silent...

  Said it's too late and then it's fast, Ji Wuyou got rid of the last person and shook the blood on his hand.

  Other people's, mixed with his own, like raindrops, was thrown to the ground.

  He dropped the steel pipe, half sitting on the ground, panting.

  Sweat shreds of hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes seemed impenetrable, and his body was filled with breathless coldness.

  Xiong Peilan whimpered and crawled out of the warehouse. She regretted it. She knew that this guy was a lunatic, but she didn’t expect him to be so mad!

  She watched Ji Wuyou with her own eyes, like a ghost crawling out of hell, using steel pipes as weapons, as if those people’s heads were like watermelons, and once and again, blood mist spurted out.

  When everything is over, Ji Wuyou's whole person has been stained into blood.

   "Ji Shao."

   "Ji Shao, are you okay? Uh..."

  The assaultman made preparations first, and the rest of the cats are at the end, planning to kill the mastermind first.

  As soon as the result came in, what did they see?

  A group of conscious and unconscious, all lying on the ground.

  The whole scene was bloody, just like the slaughterhouse in the horror film, it was a glare.

  But they didn’t care about anything else, and rushed to the doctor who followed them and signaled, “Ji Shao, do an examination first, are you okay? Can you hold it up?”

   Ji Wuyou raised his eyes, glanced at them faintly, avoided the people who were coming to help him, and stood up by himself.

   "I'm fine, give me your phone."

   "Huh? But Ji Shao, we are not allowed to bring mobile phones on mission."

  I am afraid that there will be a sudden situation that will cause bad things.

  Ji Wuyou wrinkled his eyebrows, glanced at the ground, and then strode towards Xiong Peilan, and indifferently reached out his hand to her.

  Xiong Peilan was so frightened that he did not dare to pant, so he could only hand over the phone to him in a slanderous manner.

  Everyone watched, after Ji Wuyou dialed a number, he waited quietly for a few seconds.

  Until the phone receiver, a mechanical and sweet system prompt came out.

   [Sorry, the number you dialed is not in the service area, please try again later. sorry……】

  Xiong Peilan is the closest to Ji Wuyou. Seeing that Ji Wuyou suddenly smiled unclearly, he quickly hung up the phone.

  Suddenly a thought flashed in her mind, and she was tightly grasped!

  Yes, Ji Wuyou likes her daughter!

She hurriedly begged for mercy: "Worry-free, I was also forced, your father really won't leave me a way out! Otherwise I wouldn't do such a thing, and Yan Yan, don't you like her the most? I beg you to let me go. Then I will persuade Yan Yan to let her be with you, OK?"

"Ah--"

  Ji Wuyou, don't open your eyes and smile contemptuously.

  "Do you really regard yourself as a root vegetable?"

After that, he faintly told the people behind him, "Come here, send this woman to the mental hospital, they all said I am a madman. Then I can only let her experience first, what a real madman is like. ."

   Listening to the boy's face not changing his face, especially the strong men with guns, they couldn't help but tremble.

  To send a normal person to a mental hospital, sometimes the mental torture is far more intense than the physical pain.

  Xiong Peilan is obviously aware of this.

  She widened her eyes in horror and shook her head violently, "No! Ji Wuyou, you can't do this to me! I am Yan Yan's mother! If you do this, Yan Yan will never forgive you!"

"It's ok."

  Ji Wuyou interrupted her, her thin eyelids drooping, and the bottom of her eyes empty.

  He murmured: "It doesn’t matter if you don’t forgive, then hate me—"

  (End of this chapter)