Mr. Perfect Makeover

Faced with that smiling face solemnly, the shock in his heart was simply indescribable, but years of fighting in the mall made him quickly suppress this abnormal emotion.

"who are you?"

The man touched his red and swollen neck, tilted his head, blinked his big black and white eyes and said: "You are so weird, you clearly recognized him just now, and now you ask who he is, do you mean to please him deliberately?" ?"

The solemn face sank, "You are not him, say, who are you?"

The man was still smiling, "If someone told you that I am him, would you believe it?"

"Do not believe."

The man giggled when he heard the words, he looked like a happy child, but it made Zhuang Yan more and more confused, he looked very similar to the other him.

"why are you laughing?"

The man stopped laughing and said, "Why are human beings always so self-righteous?"

Zhuang Yan frowned, pursed his lips and remained silent, just at the moment when there was a groan coming from the screen, his face changed drastically.

"Let Aran go quickly."

"Let it go?" the man laughed, "It would be too boring to let go of a good show before it's over."

Zhuang Yan's eyebrows turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to grab the man's slender neck, and said in a low voice: "Don't try to provoke my anger, the consequences are unbearable for you."

The man let him pinch softly, and the light reflected from the screen reflected the smile on his face, making it look even weirder.

"Are you saying that you cut my neck first, or that your Aran died first?"

Startled solemnly, he turned his head and glanced at the big screen behind him.

Wu Xin was being strangled by a strange-looking man. Although the man's facial features could no longer be considered human, Zhuang Yan knew that the man was He Fuming, no, it should be said that he was He Fuming who had turned into a monster.

"How does it feel to just strangle someone's neck and let you slaughter him?" the man smiled.

"What exactly do you want?" The strength in Zhuang Yan's hand couldn't help but increase, but he couldn't help but glance at the screen. Wu Xin had already fallen into a semi-comatose state, but He Fuming still pinched him fiercely with a ferocious face, as if to Break his neck.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to play an interesting game, but now it seems that this game is not as interesting as I imagined, I am a little disappointed!"

"You say all this is just your game? You treat human life as a game?" Zhuang Yan's eyes were tearing apart.

"Hee hee, you can use a little more strength, I'm not that useless half-human, it doesn't matter." The man blinked.

"Do you really think I dare not?" Zhuang Yan really increased the strength in his hand, and there were sparks of electricity sparking between his palms.

There was a painful expression on the man's face, and he said intermittently: "Original, come, this, world, of, phantom, son, yes, thunder, of, son."

"Now that you know, let Aran go quickly, or you will be dead forever."

"Hehehehehe." The man suddenly laughed.

Zhuang Yan was stunned, "What are you laughing at?"

"Human beings always like to overestimate their own strength." The man said, and suddenly turned into a water man and slipped from the solemn hand to the ground.

Then, without waiting for the solemn and stupefied effort to slow down, he suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind, "Where are you looking?"

Majesticly turned around, his palms struck the opponent with lightning, the man smiled and calmly snapped his fingers, a water chain locked his hands behind his back firmly, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free .

"Are you from Yuan?" Zhuang Yan asked.

The man smiled and said, "Mr. Zhuang's reaction is really slow."

"Then what are you..."

"Hush." ​​The man suddenly stretched out his index finger and pressed it against his lips, "Don't talk, the game seems to be fun again."

Zhuang Yan followed his line of sight to the big screen, his eyes widened suddenly, reflecting the firelight everywhere.