The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 97
Seeing who was in front of him, Sikong gasped and laughed.

Blood flowed out from his mouth in large amounts, but Sikong endured the pain in his internal organs and used all his strength to laugh sarcastically: "Si Ming, do you think someone will like you because your legs are healed? It's impossible. You are a madman, no one likes a madman hahahaha!"

The harsh and sharp laughter shook people's eardrums.

"boom!"

Si Ming raised the foot that stepped on his right hand, and pressed it viciously on his head.

The loud noise almost made people hear the sound of a skull cracking.

However, Sikong is still fine.

Sikong struggled and twisted his face.

A gurgle of blood gushed from his nose.

Sikong smiled lowly, unwilling to admit defeat.

The "ho ho" gruff laugh sounded like it took all of his strength to make it.

Sikong's eyes were slanted brightly, staring straight at Si Ming's smiling face with curved eyes.

The light in his eyes was a little strange, with an indistinct joy: "Si Ming, you are a lunatic, no one... would like a lunatic!"

The words uttered with deep meaning seemed to be ridiculing, but also seemed to be talking about the pleasure of getting revenge after a big revenge.

Si Ming, who was completely angry, didn't realize his deep meaning.

Smiling, he tried his best to crush Sikong's head.

The huge strength did not give him the slightest possibility of raising his head.

The nose was tightly blocked, and the bridge of the nose seemed to be broken.

A sense of suffocation surged up, Sikong was like a fish out of water, with his limbs crooked in abnormal postures, shaking with difficulty, trying to get air from the glaring hands.

Just as his thumping strength gradually diminished, Si Ming let go of his feet.

He kicked Sikong's body to the other side with force, not very gently, so that he had enough space to absorb the fresh air.

After he had almost recovered, Si Ming moved his hand slightly and directly grabbed his hair.

The hair was pulled up, and the scalp was burning with pain.

The flaccid arms did not have the strength to lift them up at all.

Sikong grinned his teeth, his facial features were grim.

Si Ming dragged his hair and walked in slowly.

Heizi watched without saying a word and followed Sikong silently.

Sikong covered in blood, his body shed a winding bloody road on the ground.

All the cells along the way were empty.

Just when Sikong thought that Si Ming wanted to drag him to death, Si Ming stopped.

Before he could rest for a while, he heard Si Ming's cold voice with a smile: "Look, does she look familiar?"

Sikong squinted subconsciously with hazy eyes, and with just one glance, his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

In the last cell, there is a person.

The man said he was a human, let alone a pool of flesh and blood.

The man who was thrown to the ground had no clothes on.

She even wears clothes.

Because her whole body was blurred, and she couldn't see her original appearance at all.

Every part of her skin cannot be called skin.

Calling it slush is quite appropriate.

Visible to the naked eye, there are even dense white worms crawling on her body, eating the carrion on her body.

On a skull with dry leaf hair.

Can't see the original facial features.

Her face was bloody and skinless!
Only a pair of cloudy black eyes were slowly turning, and it could be seen that she was still alive.

At this point, she...is still alive!

Sikong's body trembled violently, feeling fear and fear for the first time.

Laughing in a low voice, as if she came from hell, she said coldly: "Can you tell? She is the maid you sent to watch over me, Alian..."

The horrible, dead flesh-like thing that couldn't be seen at all was actually A-Lian?
Sikong's body trembled even more violently.

Eyes filled with terror.

The ghost-like voice of killing people still lingers in my ears: "Do you know why I made her like this? Because... this woman, just threaten me. She actually dared to do anything to Lanlan.

Tell me, why does she want to seduce Lanlan so shamelessly and want to touch him secretly? "

As the words increased little by little, Sikong became more uneasy.

He was shaking like chaff, and the shock in his eyes almost drowned him.

In Si Ming's next sentence, he was so frightened that he fainted.

Si Ming laughed and looked up.

Heizi asked tacitly: "Master, what kind of punishment will be used on him next?"

Si Ming smiled in astonishment, touched his red lips up and down, and spit out words that were extremely terrifying: "Use the same punishment as that woman.

Put him in the cell opposite this woman.

Let him see with his own eyes how he became this woman. "

"Yes, master." Heizi's face flickered in the darkness.

What kind of master is there, and what kind of subordinates are there.

In some ways, Heizi is very similar to Si Ming.

After explaining the matter, Si Ming rushed to Lan Yao's room.

Physician Li Zhanzhan took care of Lan Yao carefully, fearing that because of his own small mistake, the whole person would die on the spot.

However, Lan Yao was injured so badly that he didn't wake up when he came back to Si Ming.

Si Ming sat on the edge of the bed and guarded Lan Yao without eating or drinking.

He stared at Lan Yao's face without blinking, as if to make Lan Yao see him the first time he woke up.

This time, the officials did not persuade.

The first is not to dare.

The second is because he was busy arranging the enthronement ceremony.

Sikong did not hold the enthronement ceremony.

He was too eager.

He really wanted Si Ming to see his success.

I really want to see Si Ming's painful expression.

Some officials persuaded him, but he still went his own way.

This point is convenient for Si Ming now.

All the officials were busy arranging the enthronement ceremony and the sudden conferment ceremony.

Si Ming waited and waited, and finally in the afternoon of the second day, Lan Yao woke up.

The delicate little man whose complexion has improved a lot, opened his thick and curly eyelashes slightly trembling.

With slightly confused eyes and a hint of grievance, it makes people feel soft-hearted.

Si Ming's heart moved, and he grabbed Lan Yao's hand.

The voice that hadn't spoken for a long time was a little hoarse: "Lanlan, how are you?"

The anxious and worrying words made Lan Yao's beautiful eyes blink, and mist gushed out.

Under Si Ming's panicked eyes, Lan Yao burst into tears.

"Lanlan, what's wrong with you, Lanlan? Is there still some pain?" Si Ming's uncomfortable heart clenched together, and he was at a loss as to comfort Lan Yao.

But Lan Yao said pitifully: "My tail is bald. It doesn't look good."

Si Ming: "..."

(End of this chapter)