They all call me master

Chapter 707 Fangs

Chapter 707 Fangs IX

The slap was loud.

Mihaylo, known as the ‘Lady of Pain’, was stunned.

The lady stared blankly at Melinda, who walked out with the smoke, and subconsciously asked back -

"How dare you hit me?"

Melinda, who was holding a pipe, did not answer at all, but slapped it back with her backhand.

Although the ‘Lady of Pain’ was stunned by the sudden slap, she reacted when facing the second slap.

Snap!

Crisp!

With a sound that was even crisper than before, Mihaylo was directly convulsed, and his body rolled sideways in the air and flew out.

The muffled sound was indistinguishable from male or female, but it was just uncomfortable.

"I want to teach you what the witch's elders' etiquette is!

No!

It's a stupid, arrogant, and outdated god!"

Malinda saw where the invisible power came from: it was a small tentacle, right at the frontal lobe of the brain of this body.

And the painting?

People who have seen this picture will be stunned.

It doesn't exist!

Amid the shrill laughter, Melinda shook her head slowly-

"It's really the guy with maggots on his brain. Haven't you noticed anything different until now?"

Mikhail was obviously stunned.

It kept wriggling, like maggots.

Blue, swollen, and thick water.

Malinda's light words made the laughter of the 'Ms. Pain' on the opposite side stop abruptly.

Because words are not enough to describe it.

Then, the 'Ms. Pain' found that her right hand and right forearm fell to the ground, and then quickly turned into a pool of highly corrosive thick water.

Then, I will dig out your secret from your brain! "

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

With the continuous sound, the ground of the sewer quickly became bumpy.

"Blaster!

Do you think you will be safe?

The smell comes from Melinda's right hand.

With a roar, the lady exploded directly.

The 'Lady of Pain' took a step back, raised her upper body, and was about to dodge.

After sleeping for so many years, even the body has changed into maggots, and you still call yourself a witch?

Do you deserve it? "

The legs are swapped left and right, the arms grow on the front and back of the chest, the palms are inserted on the ears, and the eyes are one on the top of the head and the other embedded in the broken wrist.

What a torture!

The 'Lady of Pain' felt endless humiliation at this moment.

Accept the punishment!

Your body will suffer, and your soul, I will torture it well!"

The heart is still beating.

Although the slap from Melinda's backhand was not as sudden as before, it was several times faster, and the fingertips trembled slightly, with a hissing sound.

Because her right hand was inconvenient, Melinda changed to her left hand, took off her pipe, and blew a puff of smoke from her mouth and nose.

The right hand that had just slapped Mihaylo twice.

Quickly, Melinda's right hand began to rot.

Crazy!

That painter could only be a madman!

Anger and humiliation mixed together, making this "painful lady" roar.

And those internal organs were hanging on these bones.

As everyone knows--

"Impossible!

Even the witch's voodoo power can't hurt me!

I was a witch once, I know!"

The smoke was straight, like a knife or a sword.

Don't say it's a slap.

Mihaylo's voice came from his chest.

But, he didn't dodge.

Melinda mocked the other party.

And a backhand slap?

Melinda was holding a pipe. She had a far superior [spirituality] than ordinary people. She could hear the whispers in her ears more clearly, but the lady didn't care.

Just like Melinda's right hand and right forearm.

After the organs of this body were pulled back, it was completely unhuman.

The other party's body was like a cut watermelon. The eyes, internal organs, many bones, nerves, and blood vessels rushed in all directions with a roar.

"You know shit!"

"Tsk, it's so ugly!

You should be glad that Arthur didn't see you like this.

Otherwise, Arthur would definitely not be able to eat. "

Looking directly at Him would be regarded as blasphemy.

It is obvious that it contains extremely advanced swordsmanship skills.

In the end, it will turn into pure pain.

Not only the visual impact, but also because of the whispers in the ears.

The faint smell of herbs is mixed with a hint of mint.

"Do you think this is the end?

Facing the question from the ‘Lady of Pain’, Melinda frowned slightly.

But even so, it couldn’t cover up the rancid smell.

“Voodoo!

You are a witch!”

And if you really want to draw…

Seeing Melinda’s appearance, the ‘Lady of Pain’ immediately laughed.

If you complete two slaps in a row, you can achieve the purpose of critical humiliation.

In a sharp scream, Melinda held a pipe in her left hand and raised a middle finger to the ‘Lady of Pain’.

Since she and she became Him and were honored as the ‘Lady of Pain’, they have never encountered such humiliation again.

Neither language nor painting can describe the weirdness of Mihaylo at this moment.

On the contrary, the lady also commented on Mihaylo in front of her.

As Melinda spoke, sparks lit up in her pipe.

Cut!

Puff!

With the sound of a metal sword cutting flesh, Melinda's right hand and forearm fell to the ground, turning into a pool of thick water, corroding the ground of the sewer.

Our battle has just begun!

And how much combat power do you have left after losing your right arm? "

An anxious and tormenting whisper.

Not only can it relieve your anger, but it can also humiliate the other party.

The 'Lady of Pain' exclaimed, and then the 'Lady of Pain' shouted again.

Why is she anxious and tormented?

Mihaylo, who is a hundred times uglier than her, has the nerve to live, so why should she, who is as beautiful as a flower, be anxious and tormented?

The 'Lady of Pain' obviously did not expect Melinda to be so decisive.

"Ah! "

The 'Lady of Pain' restrained her sharp laughter, and her eyes also showed an interested look, but Melinda sighed helplessly.

Then, the 'Lady of Pain' sneered.

Then, she was caught back by an invisible force.

Slapped her in the face with her right hand, relieved.

The most special thing is those bones, which are like flowers protruding from this body.

And if you talk to a fool...

The pain is worse than death!

Only by becoming a madman can you be free from this pain!

Then--

"Arthur, you are right.

Talking to smart people is a pleasure.

A slightly excessive word will be regarded as heresy and flayed.

It's not an adjective, but a real explosion--

Then, the lady picked up her pipe again, raised her intact left arm, and hummed--

"Holy Light!"

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