But I won’t stop killing him just because he is handsome. Chen Qinghan is such a handsome guy, and I had the idea of ​​killing him at the beginning.

And this handsome guy, with his first-class digging skills, is working hard to shovel the soil.

There is no doubt that there is a fraud in history. He walked into the yard. The bun stood at the door of the office, his expression was so entangled that it was almost distorted.

I don't care about that, and with a knife slashing the back of the history books, no matter how tall he is, can he be taller than an elephant?

How can a mere human being withstand my hand knife!

History was rushing down, and the bun rushed up and gave him another flying kick.

But the bun is to protect him. If he falls like this, his face will definitely hit the ground first.

Baozi kicked him, kicking him in a slanted posture, with his legs and shoulders first on the ground, and finally on the head.

His head hit the stone floor, and there was a "bang" sound.

Although it is not disfigured, it is inevitable that the top of the head is bulging.

Chen Qinghan quickly dug a vertical deep pit, and put the fainting history book into the pit.

Before putting it in, Chen Qinghan took off his clothes and was stripped of only vests and shorts.

I buried the soil next to me, and the bun took a flat tool to cooperate with me to compact the soil.

When Shi Zhi woke up, he found that he only had one head left on the ground.

His whole body was buried in a deep pit, and the soil was compacted layer by layer, and only the soil on his chest was looser.

"Tell me, I'm not deep enough to dig a hole, and the left one's head is on it. What should I do? Cut it." I held a chopping knife in my hand and gestured on Shi Zhi's head twice.

But I said it to Chen Qinghan. Chen Qinghan continued: "I haven't dug for too long, my hands are born, and there is a slight deviation. I guarantee that I won't make a mistake next time. I'll make up this time."

"Who are you scaring? This trick is useless to me." Shi Le sneered.

"It's right, it's wrong to kill people in the legal society. Bun, block his mouth." I took a few steps back with the knife.

Baozi held a sponge and tape in his hand, and Shi Le looked at her with a look of surprise.

"Zi Qing? Are you held hostage by them?"

"It was originally thought that everyone is friends, and I don't want to make a fuss like this. Who told you not to listen to your advice? I have advised you many times, but you just don't listen. This time you came to your door by yourself. It's obvious that you are dying. It's so good to persuade the damn ghost. If you go all the way, I will burn paper for you."

As Baozi spoke, he stuffed sponges into his mouth in history. After stuffing it, he wrapped the tape. Chen Qinghan took out the office radio and started playing the nostalgic disco music in a loop.

The shock in Shicao's eyes was mostly for Baozi. Maybe he realized until now that he didn't understand Baozi at all.

This cute girl with a sweet appearance and a cheerful personality actually has such a cruel side.

He even more has no idea what kind of "torture" we will use to torture/torture/him.

In fact, we didn't use a too cruel method, but we mixed itchy powder into the soil when we were backfilling the soil.

I went out to buy food with my wind. Today I went far away. When he came back with the food, I saw a head buried under the persimmon tree.

"Oh my god-what is that?"

We were having tea and chatting in the house. The music in the yard was too loud and we didn't hear the sound of the door opening with the wind.

The small door next to the gate where he walked, the door was not bolted and opened with a key.

No one reminded him that someone was buried in the yard. He suddenly saw it and was so scared that he almost threw away the food.

"Come in!" Baozi waved him into the house and said before.

The music in the yard was loud and he was yelling with his neck.

"What are you doing? Senior, Brother Chen, Xiaoqing?"

"Look at your rare and strange look, we are punishing people, can't we tell them?"

"I can see it, but why?" Shunfeng put the rice on his desk, then looked into the yard through the window.

"He is here/spoken/suspense the bun." I replied.

"But you treat him like this, what should he do if he calls the police afterwards?" Shunfeng said worriedly.

"How can we do it afterwards? Torture him for a few days first. If it is useful to us, then let him live for the time being. If it is useless... Do you think our persimmon tree is always ill and ill, is it lacking in fertilizer?" I leaned against Chen Qinghan, frowned and thought.

"I heard that the corpse is very nutritious." Chen Qinghan replied seriously, touching his chin.

He poked Baozi's arm down the wind, stared at him with a questioning expression, and winked at him.

Baozi glanced at him and whispered: "You little timid, kill someone, you're just a lack of exercise after you're born again and again."

It was no longer possible to survive the history books for an hour. Chen Qinghan dug him out and put him in the yard and lay flat on the ground.

He had small red bumps on his body, and he came over to see him with the wind, fearing that he would really die.

The bun took out the oxygen inhaler. It was just ordered from a nearby pharmacy and was delivered.

She sucked oxygen to Shi Zhi to make it easier for him to recover.

Shi Zao started to pretend to be dead after he recovered. I went back to the office to get the awl, squatted beside him, and muttered in a low voice: "I entered the palace and became my father-in-law. Let's see how you bothered the girl."

My awl was used to force my sting and did not mean to scare him.

Although some genes in my bones have been hidden very deeply by me, they occasionally want to come up and get some breath.

"Ah--" Shi Le sat up suddenly, and a scream in his throat.

"Aren't you dead?" I looked at the little blood on the tip of the awl and looked at the history books with a smile.

In fact, the awl didn't prick him, it was his big/leg/root. He was frightened and felt that he would move.

He thought the piercing was at the critical point, but in fact the wound was very shallow, and he screamed because he was afraid.

I was afraid that he would suffocate himself to death, so I raised my hand to tear off the tape, and he immediately reached out to pull out the sponge in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, he was like this and still wanted to fight back.

He reached out to hit me, but I didn't hide. I got punched him a few times, but nothing happened on my body. As a result, he punched me in the face, smashing my fake face in disguise...

The 'skin' flesh/agnostic position made him startled.

Then he seemed to have some association and said angrily: "It's true that the monster controlled Zi Qing!"

The "fake meat" that was lost blocked my eyes and felt it was in trouble, so I tore all my fake face.

"——Ghost, it's a ghost - you are a ghost!" He saw my true appearance as if he had seen a ghost.

I quickly took out the small mirror and looked at my beautiful face.

It hasn't become ugly...it's still like a flower and jade.

"What's your name?" Baozi rushed up and tried to stuff the sponge back.

"Zi Qing, she is Leng Fuqi! She is Leng Fuqi!" Shi Zai rolled on the ground and avoided Baozi's hands.

"Yes. So now you can't live even more, silence me, understand?" Baozi's face turned cold, his eyes were cold, and his sweet and lovely appearance on weekdays was like an illusion.
Chapter completed!