Fast Transmigration Boss is a male god harvester

Chapter 105 The Survival Game Is A Little Sweet (57)

"What's the matter? Let's sit first. If you don't agree, come here. Isn't there still a seat?" Huang Fang's wife said rarely. Most of the time, she curled up beside Huang Fang. Maybe now You can go out, even with a voice several times louder.

Mu Yun played with the rose in his hand, seemingly unintentionally said: "Maybe you can't sit around in the seat."

Huang Fang looked defensive, and said: "Don't scare me here, do you think I believe it?"

Mu Yun was not annoyed, but continued to lower his head and fiddle with the white rose in his hand, his eyes covered the emotions in his eyes, making it impossible to see through.

Not a moment later, the waist-length woman next to Huangya let out a scream.

"I can't get up, something is stuck to me, help me, help me...".

Huang Fang also began to realize the seriousness of the situation, with a sad face, "What the hell is this?!"

Mu Yun stood aside, watching the farce, turning a blind eye to the cries for help from the two people on the seat. He couldn't do it if he had to die.

"Save us, save us, I'll give you whatever you want, money, I have a lot of money, as long as I get out, I'll give it all to you, please save us..."

Change the arrogant appearance just now.

"You guys are in a hurry to sit on it. Look, what are you grabbing?" Du Yu was also a little anxious.

Hope is right in front of you, but suddenly you can't see the signs.

Shen Chiyou was annoyed by the noise, thinking that they had lived together until now, and he couldn't let it go, just as he raised his foot to go over to see what was going on, there was a sudden sharp pain in his lower back, and even the shouts were drowned there In pain.

At his lower back, a fruit knife that he had held in the princess's heart all morning was now at his lower back.

She turned her head and glanced at the old man who was still shaking his hands. She saw the old man shaking his head crazily and mumbling: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. My little grandson hasn't met his grandpa yet, I can't just I'm so dead... I'm sorry... I don't have many years left, I will atone for your sins... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The old man took a few steps back, and the manuscript paper in his hand landed happily.

On it, the words in bold are exceptionally clear: White roses, soaked in the prince's blood; the Lord sits, the prince sits, keep it, and then return!

The old man drew out the knife and stabbed Shen Chiyou in the abdomen again. The old and weak person was as strong as a young man at this moment. He had no hatred or grudge, but at this moment it seemed that he had something to do with Shen Chiyou Like a big vengeance, there is no mercy in his hands.

The moment Shen Chiyou closed her eyes, she saw the panic between Mu Yun's brows and eyes, and the pupils of those peach blossom eyes shrank. She wanted to take another look, but she fell straight to the side, and her consciousness became chaotic.

There are many voices in my ears... I try my best, but I can't understand them.

Damn it, why am I as fragile as an NPC!

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In a daze, Shen Chiyou didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

There is always a looming cold air at the tip of the nose, which lasts for a long time.

The pain in the lower back and abdomen was slowly disappearing, Shen Chiyou thought: I should be dying soon, I heard that people who are about to die will return to their photos for a moment, and then fall into confusion, and their perception will gradually fade weakened.

"How can you die, why, and want to leave me alone?"

The voice was very cold, like a cold pool that had been frozen for thousands of years, but when he spoke, his voice trembled so badly that he almost choked up, with a hint of self-deprecating.

(End of this chapter)