Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

"What shall we play next?"

After leaving the board game company, Jiang Wu's interest is still high.

"Do you like horror movies?" Feng Cheng put on the mask and sunglasses again, the peaked cap was pressed low, and the whole head was tightly covered, only the ear covered by the white coil was exposed to the air.

It is white and rosy, with distinct helixes, like a finely crafted work of art.

Jiang Wu stared at his ears, a little itchy: "It's not bad, I've seen a few."

In the previous world, the domestic market was strictly controlled, and excellent horror works could not be released in theaters, and some low-cost and boring ones were frequently released.

After spending money to watch a few bad movies in the cinema, Jiang Wu never touched this kind of movie again.

It's not like he's full, he went to the cinema just to sleep, isn't it good to be at home?The chairs in the cinema are not as comfortable as their own beds.

"How about this?" Feng Cheng pointed to a video on the projection interface.

He is choosing a film.

"Future" is an old horror film produced in the ancient earth era. The shooting cost is not high, but the plot is good.

[The company is really skilled, I, an old horror fan who has experienced many battles, almost peed my pants in fear, it's so fucking substituting! 】

[Just like the real thing, QWQ I almost thought it was my story. 】

[The film is a good film, I have already recommended it to a good friend—now I have broken up (thumbs)]

[Hahahahahahaha love and fear! 】

[Take my girlfriend back to experience, she still loves me very much (very happy) - the WiFi here is very good, the doctor said that I can leave the hospital in three weeks (dog head)]

Jiang Wu was attracted by the lively comment area below, and the smile on his face didn't stop all the way.

"Do you like it?" Seeing that he hadn't expressed his opinion, Feng Cheng couldn't help asking.

Jiang Wu withdrew his gaze: "You can try."

I didn't catch a cold at first, but now I am completely aroused by the comments.

Feng Cheng's lips hidden under the mask slightly curled up: "Then let's go."

"Now?" Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows, and discussed with him after deliberation: "It's been a day of fun today, why don't you rest for a night and go tomorrow?"

"It doesn't make any difference if you go to the movie and take a rest."

Jiang Wu: ...

The point is that it's a horror movie.

It's not that he's afraid of ghosts, but he's afraid that he'll really go in, and his nerves are tense the whole time. When he wants to rest, he won't be able to find time to rest. He's fine, so he's afraid that he'll be exhausted.

Jiang Wude felt distressed to death.

But sometimes Feng Cheng is very stubborn when he decides on one thing, even nine bulls can't beat him.

Jiang Wuhao talked badly, his lips were almost worn out, and finally he was pulled over by the young man.

Coincidentally, Zongxia Company is also on Stan Fox Street, just across the intersection, and within a few steps, it is very close.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and it was still 5 minutes before the company's closing time.

The lights in the reception hall were half off, and Jiang Wu and Feng Cheng were the last two guests today.

After they entered the lobby, the company's door closed automatically.

Feng Cheng took off his sunglasses and mask, and walked straight to the service desk.

"Future." He announced the name of the movie.

With a professional smile on her face, the AI ​​lady at the service desk picked up the scanning gun and scanned Feng Cheng's eyes.

Verify buyer successfully.

"Just go straight ahead along door No. 8." She stretched out her hand to indicate the location of the lower aisle, her red lips parted, revealing the standard eight teeth.

A perfect smile, which has not changed a bit since they appeared.

But because it was so perfect, it seemed a bit intrusive.

Jiang Wu felt that this was done deliberately by the company, and a robot receptionist was placed here in the middle of the night. The key point is that the robot is very real.

The reality is mixed with a little unnatural stiffness.

Cooperating with the main business of this company, the scaring effect is full.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Cheng took the car keys handed over by the woman, and turned around to see his eyes fixed on this beautiful front desk.

"It's nothing." Jiang Wu looked back, met the young man's displeased eyes, couldn't help but smile, raised his hand and tapped his nose: "I'm just looking at it as a novelty, I can eat this kind of jealousy—besides, who in the universe Is it more attractive than you?"

Feng Cheng was successfully soothed, and with a movement of his eyes, the darkness in his pupils slowly receded, and the usual clarity returned: "I'm not at ease in my heart."

What he said was aggrieved, and to Jiang Wu's ears, it was tantamount to a disguised accusation.

"I didn't give you a sense of security?" Jiang Wudian's hand on the young man's nose suddenly moved back, pinched the soft ears, and rubbed them carefully for a while: "Baby, are we on the wrong side?"

It is he, Jiang Wucai, who should worry about gains and losses.

Feng Cheng abandoned him, and there are countless better choices; and if Jiang Wu left Feng Cheng, where would he go to pick up a superstar beauty for nothing?

This is the only good thing about the pie in the sky, and Jiang can't help but think that with his luck of not winning a single prize in the five or six years of buying lottery tickets, he can support himself to step on some shit luck again.

"Brother Wu, I want to spend my whole life with you." Feng Cheng moved closer, and her soft lips pressed against her without any warning.

Jiang Wu loosened his fingers pinching his ears, moved them down a few inches, and closed his neck instead.

The breaths of the two were intertwined, and Jiang Wu was intoxicated by the cool breath of the young mint.

The jaws were pried open, and something drove straight in. Jiang stepped back without discomfort, slightly bent his finger bones, and increased his strength, pressing a few shallow pits on the slippery skin.

Feng Cheng's hair fell on his fingers, swaying delicately as if alive.It's itchy and a little stinging.

Jiang Wu's attention was drawn to him, and the tingling sensation became more and more intense. The blood visible to the naked eye oozed out and was absorbed by the hair.

Those strands of hair were inserted into his fingers like straws, constantly absorbing nourishment.

Jiang Wu's eyes were shocked, he tilted his head away from the pursuit on his lips, and quickly retracted his hand.

The strands of hair peeled off his skin, and there was a clear feeling of tearing.

"Your hair is sucking my blood." Jiang Wu frowned as he looked at the four blood holes the size of needle holes in his hand.

Feng Cheng's gray eyes were misty and watery, obviously not yet separated from the state just now.

"They won't hurt you."

It's just the nature of being a blood clan at work, and it is also mixed with the characteristics of the dragon clan in the JP period.

He can control it very well. The reason why he chooses a little indulgence is actually because he wants to take the opportunity to tell Jiang Wu his alien identity.

Feng Cheng took the man's hand, stuck out his tongue and licked it, and those small wounds disappeared immediately.

Jiang Wu's heart felt better. Hearing the young man's assurance, he stretched out his hand without fear of death, pressed it between the dark hair of the other party, lifted it up, and quickly let go of his hand.

Those hairs were flipped up by him, and then fell back in layers like feathers, soft and smooth to the touch, and the normal ones can no longer be normal.

Feng Cheng's eyes slightly curved: "Is it fun?"

"It's all right." Jiang Wu's courage was completely fattened, and he touched his hair with his hand, rubbing and rubbing it to his full satisfaction.

Feng Cheng's hair quality is very good, after being tortured like this, it can finally return to its original perfect state.

Suck or not?

Jiang Wu deliberately put his fingertips to the end of the hair, and even used a little force to lift it up. This time, the hair just moved lifelessly with his movements, and there was no such thing as a life force when the two kissed. Weird phenomenon.

The finger is safe and sound, nothing happened.

Feng Cheng was a little different, her previously relaxed smiling eyes slowly narrowed, and a faint rosy color climbed to the end of her eyes, as pretty as if she had applied rouge.

He quickly grabbed the man's troubled hand, his breath was short, and his ears were abnormally red.

"Go ahead."

Jiang Wu was led by Feng Cheng and walked in the direction of Gate No. [-].

Entering the passage, the light is very dim, and only a blue light tube illuminates the two of them every few meters.

A black private car was parked at the end of the passage, the door was open, revealing the soft gray seat inside.

Feng Cheng grabbed the man's hand very hard, but her steps were not fast.

Jiang Wu slowly followed beside him, turning his head to look at him from time to time.

Why can't Feng Cheng's hair be touched - he seems to understand a little bit.

"Future" is a film shot in the age of earth, which tells the story of a series of strange events encountered by a couple on their honeymoon.

Jiang Wu: Husband and wife?honeymoon?It kind of suits them both.

After reaching the car, Feng Cheng let go of his hand, pressed the half-open door with his sweaty palm, and pulled it aside.

"You know how to drive?" This is an ancient means of transportation, and Jiang feels that the youth will meet it.

Feng Cheng nodded.

Jiang Wu was still worried: "I'll come, you go to the side to rest, you haven't slept all day."

"I'll drive." Feng Cheng pushed the man into the passenger seat, pulled the seat belt buckle, and then slammed the door shut without giving Jiang time to react.

"You drive, you drive." Don't cry to him when there is a car accident.

"In the movie, you won't die." Feng Cheng seemed to understand the meaning conveyed by Jiang Wu's eyes, closed the car door, put in the key, turned the car lightly, and started the car. He stepped on the accelerator and pressed it to the maximum. The car jumped forward like a rocket, and it was about to hit the wall in front of it, but it didn't expect to go straight through.

It turned out to be a dark circle, the front was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Seeing his shabby movements, Jiang Wu reminded him a little worriedly, "Is the seat belt fastened?"

"It's useless." Feng Cheng stared at the front, but reached into the open front cabinet, took out a small spray bottle, and sprayed it into his mouth a few times.

There were a few drops of liquid on his lips, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, and swallowed it all.

Jiang Wuyan watched the young man's breathing slowly calm down.

The interior lights of the car hit his ears, and he could clearly see every curve and twist on the pinnae, and the light was shining through the deep and shallow places, as white as snow, and even the previous crimson color had disappeared.

Jiang Wucong took the spray bottle in his hand, turned around but didn't see a word.

"what is this?"

"It's for calming down." Feng Cheng let out a long breath, maybe because his body was relaxed, he lifted his feet and slowed down the speed of the car a bit.

Jiang Wu threw the spray bottle back into the cabinet, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you know?"

"I've seen this movie." Feng Cheng put his hand on the steering wheel, and suddenly turned the steering wheel to change the direction when the passage was about to end.

"It's okay, don't take me to watch." The carriage is a bit narrow, and Jiang Wu's long legs have no place to rest, so he can only lower the backrest a little, so that he can stretch his body as much as possible.

"If you know the plot, it won't be exciting. I want to give Brother Wu a good experience." Feng Cheng had a good reason and spoke with certainty.

Jiang Wu lay half-lying with his legs apart, and smiled lazily: "You are so considerate of the elderly, what should I do if I am frightened?"

"Not scary." Feng Cheng raised her lips and laughed.

Jiang Wu was relieved. He licked his mouth with his tongue, stared blankly for a while with his eyes open, and suddenly turned his head: "How long is it?"

It was too dark to see anything.

"almost."

They passed through a dark circle again, and their eyes were bright. They were on a flat road with street lights on both sides, and trucks and private cars whizzed by from time to time outside the window.

This is in the movie.

In the dark night, the tree shadows passed by repeatedly, Jiang Wu straightened his body, and suddenly felt a little cold in his lower body.

He looked down, "Where are my pants?"

It was a shame to have two legs stretched out there naked, Jiang Wu hurriedly closed them and straightened the hem of his shirt, which barely covered the hem of his legs.

Not only the pants, but even the coat is gone.

Jiang Wu tried his best to hide his hairy calf in the dark area under the front compartment of the car, trying to save his image in front of the youth.

"It's in the suitcase, but it's inconvenient to stop on the national highway." Feng Cheng gave him a slightly embarrassed look: "Brother Wu, I can only wrong you for a while."

With only one leg, it's a bit too much to say I'm wronged.

Jiang Wu was not so hypocritical, he glanced sideways at the young man——

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, the head is tightly wrapped.

The necktie tightens his Adam's apple, and the uniform clings to his waist.

Compared with myself, it is a clear example of restraint and desire.

Jiang realized without hesitation that he had been swayed by Feng Cheng.

In the holographic experience film, the initial entry seat is very important. Where you sit corresponds to the character at the beginning of the film. Follow-up actions must be performed according to the prompts, otherwise the plot will not continue.

Jiang Wu touched his thigh and sighed: "It's ok, I haven't seen a movie for bullying."

There is a smile in Feng Cheng's eyes, and the corners of his lips are curved happily.

He has seen movies, so he knows that there is a straight road ahead for a long time, and he will not make a mistake with his eyes closed.

With his hands on the steering wheel, he didn't even need to move much. Taking advantage of this gap, Feng Cheng secretly looked to the side. The man's legs exposed outside the shirt were well-proportioned, slender and powerful, with firm skin and no excess fat.

However, Jiang unconsciously hid his legs in the dark, and the scenery in the bright area was stingy and pitiful.

Feng Cheng couldn't help swallowing, "Brother Wu."

Jiang turned his face in doubt, "What?"

"Stay apart."

Jiang Wu: ...

A face darkened visibly to the naked eye, and his legs became more and more stiff.

"You're on the map." Feng Cheng explained, his eyes were pure and serious.

Jiang Wu's face turned from black to red, and only then did he realize that he had made a mistake.

Separated the legs and looked at the seat, there was indeed a crumpled map underneath.

He is going to get it.

A slender hand stretched out from the side, and pulled out the map subtly.

Feng Cheng's hands are very regular, but when he is holding the map, he inevitably touches the tender flesh on the side of his legs, the cool body temperature makes Jiang Wu tremble, and almost touches his legs again.

If this caught the opponent's hand, wouldn't it be similar to X's hint?

Jiang Wu couldn't even imagine how embarrassing the scene was.

Thanks to him controlling it and saving his last face.

Feng Cheng shook out the map with the man's body temperature on it, and put it on the steering wheel, looking very serious.

Only he himself knows that the fingertips swipe along the map line are just greedy for the temperature on it.

The beautiful thighs that I just intentionally touched almost filled my whole head, and the palms of my hands were wet and sticky with thin sweat.

Pursing his lips, he looked aside distractedly.

It happened to meet Jiang Wu's black eyeballs.

"See?" He pointed to the map.

"En." Feng Cheng crumpled up the map and threw it under his feet.

Jiang Wuxiang paused for the hand he took, and then withdrew it: "How long will it take to leave the country?"

He waited for the car to find his pants.

Feng Cheng still responded softly, very perfunctory.

Jiang Wuzi was not interested in talking to himself, so he closed his mouth and finally calmed down.

The car was driving forward at a constant speed, and there were fewer and fewer vehicles passing by. The lights on this section of the road seemed to be broken, and the surrounding area was pitch black, and only the area illuminated by the headlights could be seen clearly.

After being bare-legged for a long time, he got used to it, and Jiang Wu was no longer as uncomfortable as he was at the beginning.

The legs loosened and loosened, and finally leaned to the sides, crossing into the most comfortable position, lying lazily on the seat, sleepy bugs invaded, and consciousness gradually lost.

After a while, there was a snoring.

Only then did Feng Cheng turn his eyes boldly.

He even stretched out his hand and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt with his fingers, exposing half of his collarbone.

The curvature of the man's collarbone is very sharp, like a concave bow.

Feng Cheng traced its shape with his fingertips, stroked it back and forth a few times, and suddenly a hand that did not belong to him joined in, and scratched vigorously on the collarbone in a disorderly manner.

A few long red marks were caught.

Feng Cheng smiled silently, let go of the steering wheel, leaned over to the man who was still sleeping soundly while frowning, and pecked and kissed on those marks.

He counted the hours in his mind.

Ten, nine, eight, seven... three,

two,

One!

Feng Cheng raised her head, buried her face in the man's neck, wrapped her arms around his body, and hugged him tightly.

Bang! !

The loud noise accompanied by the tremor of the car woke Jiang Wu from his sleep. His eyes widened, his chest heaved violently, and he looked at the person lying on him in shock.

"It's okay, it's the beginning of the plot." Feng Cheng comforted her with a kiss on the other's face.

Jiang Wu stared at the two lines of blood winding down the young man's forehead, sat up straight all of a sudden, "Are you injured?",

Feng Cheng's waist was circled, and his buttocks were pressed against the opponent's tight thighs. From the initial offensive position to a weak position.

He shook his head, put his hand on Jiang Wu's shoulder and pushed him back.

"No injury, just a little decoration given by the plot."

Jiang believed everything.

Feng Cheng dipped some blood on his hand and sent it to the tip of his nose: "The smell of tomato sauce."

It does have a sweet smell.

Only then did Jiang Wu feel relieved, he held the young man's waist with his palm, and squeezed a little harder: "What do you want to do with me?"

want to fuck you.

Feng Cheng looked directly at the man without saying a word, the small lights in the car that had been knocked off were shaking, casting a layer of interlaced light and shadow on the delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Jiang Wu looked at him and praised sincerely: "It's so beautiful."

"En..." Feng Cheng's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes fell on the ripped neckline, and his lower abdomen felt as if it was on fire.

Crazy thoughts swept through the whole brain like a typhoon.

He wanted to tear off the layer of clothes that got in the way.

I want to be intimate with Brother Wu...

"Kiss." Jiang Wu raised his hand to control the back of the man's head, and pressed it down towards himself.

Feng Cheng's breathing stopped suddenly, and at the moment when their lips were about to touch each other, they suddenly dodged away.

Jiang Wu: ...

He withdrew his hand embarrassingly, allowing the young man to get off his body.

The car door was opened, and the cool night breeze poured in.

Jiang Wu shrank back immediately, patches of goosebumps appeared on his skin, and his feet were shaking like old cold legs.

Feng Cheng got out of the car quickly, went around to the trunk, pulled out the suitcase, picked out a pair of trousers and gave it to the man.

Jiang Wu put on his pants against the cold wind, and the warmth slowly returned, only then did he feel alive again.

He followed and got out of the car.

The front of the car hit the railing, and it was almost destroyed. In this barren mountain, the mobile phone signal is very weak, so no one can find someone to repair it.

Now this situation reminds him of the classic scenes of horror movies:

No matter how remote the car breaks down, there must be a motel nearby. The hotel is run by a family of murderers who specially set up roadblocks and traps (such as ground spikes and wire ropes) on this deserted road where few cars pass by. , it just so happens that one or two unlucky people who want to die will be recruited from time to time.

Unlucky people are not only bad luck, but also stupid.

Abandoning the car in the middle of the night and walking along the road, he found a strange hotel built by the side of the mountain, and then used a brain-destroying operation to make himself into the murderer's kitchen.

awful!

What Jiang Wu is experiencing now is the role of the unlucky guy who wants to die.

He must act according to the brain circuit of the character, otherwise the plot will not proceed.

Naturally, the ticket money was wasted.

"Let's go." Jiang Wu suppressed the thought of retreating in his heart, and walked forward first.

"I remember that the hotel is in this direction." Feng Cheng pointed to the deep forest outside the railing.

"This?" Jiang Wu stopped his foot, stepped out of the railing in the direction he pointed, walked a few steps forward, and stopped again: "There is no way."

"Follow me." Feng Cheng passed him and opened the way ahead.

The sky is very dark, with a bright moon hanging above it, with only a few bright stars as a foil.

The moonlight poured coldly from between the gaps in the trees, turning into wisps of soft beams of light.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, only the sound of their feet stomping, beeping, beeping, and the rustling of leaves being blown by the wind.

Occasionally, one or two black shadows fluttered by, and Jiang Wu would turn his head to look at it at first, but it was just a bat.

Later, some small movements could no longer attract his attention.Feng Cheng leads the way in the front not far or near.Under the moonlight, there was only an elongated black shadow swaying on the ground.

Jiang Wuyong blinked his eyes vigorously, wanting to make sure if he was wrong.

He didn't pay attention to his feet, and happened to trip over a cluster of horizontally growing bushes. Thanks to his timely reaction, he supported the tree trunk next to him, so he didn't fall to the ground in an embarrassing posture.

He patted the wood ash on his palm, and when he raised his eyes again, there was no trace of the youth.

The field of vision ahead has become flat. This means that he has gone down the hill and entered a depression.

Jiang Wu didn't panic, and continued to walk forward in a leisurely manner.

He was actually mentally prepared for such a situation.

Horror movies, all phenomena beyond science and nature are reasonable.

Walking alone in the wilderness, it was okay at first, but after a long time it became a bit boring, Jiang Wu stopped and looked around.

It was very dark in the woods, and the white shirt on him was particularly eye-catching.

'Isn't this a ready target? '

Jiang Wu thought so, and the sound of the chainsaw pulling was really heard in front of him. The sound was very loud, as if it was not far away.

It was obvious that the other party had spotted him before pulling the chainsaw.

Fuck, Chainsaw Massacre!

Jiang Wu moved his feet and took a step back.

Aquaman popped up suddenly and reminded: [According to the routine of the old horror movies, you have to stand here and wait until the murderer shows his true colors before running away. 】

Jiang Wu: [Isn't this waiting to die? 】

Neptune: [Don't worry, who still spends money to find abuse these days, the company can't do it if it's so messed up, you must be the protagonist, and you won't be able to get your lunch so quickly. 】

Jiang Wu thought about it too, so he stayed where he was.

A bloated shadow slowly stood up from the bushes.

On his head was a messy red wig with a grinning clown face painted in heavy oil.

Can't distinguish facial features at all.

The moment Jiang Wu looked at him, he turned around and ran away.

The clown let out a squeaky, monkey-like laugh.

The stabbing made Jiang Wu's eardrums hurt, the sound of the chainsaw was getting closer and closer, and the whistling wind caused by the steel stirring the air almost touched the back of his neck.

Jiang Wu glanced back, the clown's speed was astonishingly fast, as if a motor was installed under his feet, and he was about to catch up in a few steps.

Panting heavily, he threw himself forward and rolled into the fallen leaves, just avoiding the clown's chop.

The chainsaw cut into the soil next to it, pulling out a deep ravine.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee~"

The clown was not discouraged, pulled out the chainsaw, and slashed at him again.

The pile of fallen leaves was too soft, Jiang Wu never expected that he would not be able to crawl out after falling into it. His body was wrapped in soft mud, and he sank deeper and deeper as he struggled.

Obviously a swamp trap covered with a layer of fallen leaves.

Jiang Wu didn't dare to move anymore.

The clown's aim was really bad, and the chainsaw fell into the swamp again, and the splashed mud obscured Jiang Wu's vision.

He couldn't see anything and could only close his eyes and wait for death.

"Hee hee hee,"

The clown's laughter stopped abruptly, even the sound of the chainsaw stopped.

A scalding liquid was sprayed on his face, mixed with mud, and mixed into an unpleasant stench.

Then, a pair of hands grabbed Jiang Wu's shoulders and lifted him out of the swamp.

He was a 1.8-meter-eight man, and he was rescued by this man as easily as a chicken.

Jiang Wu's whole body was sticky, and his eyes could not be opened.

My hands are full of mud, and the more I wipe it, the dirtier it becomes.

The man let him go after pulling him to the ground.

Jiang Wu groped for the tree trunk and leaned against it, slowly calming down.

thump—

It sounded like something heavy falling into a swamp.

The man came back, pinched half of his face with his leather-covered fingers, and rubbed his eyelids.

A smell of leather.

The mud was wiped away, and the eyes were finally able to open. The first thing that appeared in the field of vision was the upturned thumb, which was wrapped in a black leather case, and suddenly pressed towards the eyeball.

Jiang Wu was startled, and quickly closed his eyes again.

The soft, thick leather case pinched his cheek instead.

Jiang Wu quickly opened his eyes, and what magnified in front of him was a distorted clown face.

It was also painted with heavy oil paint, but no matter how you look at it, it is scarier than the chainsaw clown with a weird smile in front of you.

His own facial features had been destroyed out of shape, his nose was crooked, and the upper half of his face was covered with pitted scars, as if he had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid.

The only thing that is intact is the lips, but they have been painted in the shape of a slit by red oil paint.

When the clown came over, Jiang unconditionally raised his hand to block it, and his white teeth bit his wrist with great force, as if venting his anger.

The strong smell of paint, mixed with the smell of mud on his body, directly made the man spit up.

Jiang Wu ignored the pain in his wrist, leaned on the tree trunk, lowered his head and retched.

The clown didn't intend to let him go, he pinched a note with his fingers covered in black leather and stretched it out before his eyes.

Jiang Wu saw those words clearly - don't run away.

As soon as the finger was loosened, the note twirled and fell to the ground. Before staying for a few seconds, it was trampled into the soil by the sole of the clown's shoe.

"Did you recognize the wrong person?" Jiang Wu raised his head, the circles of his eyes were reddened by the double layer of dirt and vomiting before.

The Joker stared into his eyes for a moment, then shook his head.

"I just arrived here, and the car was parked on the road above. We have never seen it before." Jiang Wu said and stepped back, and the clown immediately followed a few steps.

"You're a good man, you saved my life just now, let's just leave it, huh?"

He took another tentative step back.

The clown lifted his lips, and impatiently raised his hand to strangle the man by the throat.

The fingers like steel pliers tightened vigorously, as if trying to crush the windpipe he depended on for survival.

Jiang Wu's face instantly swelled into a pig's color, and the desire to survive forced him to tell a lie.

"No... no... admit... wrong..."

The clown loosened his fingers and ruffled Jiang Wu's hair, as if to reward his rare 'honesty'.

The author has something to say: The fat chapter is dedicated, and the pigeon author has grown up~~