Li Ping, who was under the hooves of the Bull Demon, didn't know when he stopped struggling.
His body twitched up and down, his face pressed to the ground, and the ground at the corner of his mouth was a mess.
There was blood, foam, and an unknown green liquid.
"Is this taking your guts out?"
Chen Yang shook his head, a little helpless.
To be a villain or a devil, you have to look like a villain or a devil.
Nothing happens yet,
Until the end,
gave up hope of survival,
Scared to death.
Is this okay?
Just like reading history on earth, Chen Yang was a little speechless when some Western heroes, such as Saddam and Hitler, met their final fate.
According to legend, Hitler committed suicide by drinking a bullet in the basement. Fortunately, it did not disgrace his reputation as a devil.
Saddam, as well as several of his contemporaries, were said to have been disgraceful at the last moment, surrendered, and then were tortured to death.
Their end like this is not worthy of the large number of innocent people who died because of them.
Li Ping's performance made Chen Yang feel unworthy of the original owner.
"never mind."
Chen Yang shook his head and laughed to himself, his whole body light and full of joy.
"It's so easy to get rid of most of your obsessions."
"I still made money."
"There's no need to worry about the rest."
Chen Yang clearly felt that this body, from this moment on, completely belonged to him. There would not be any flaws caused by disintegration at critical moments, nor would any incongruity be noticed at a glance by those with a higher level.
.
"When I have free time in the future, I can go and take care of the original owner's family."
"That's it."
Chen Yang was very satisfied with this start.
Ready-made conforming exercises;
A ready-made holy place for practice;
Simple obsession elimination;
A world with a high ceiling.
"I can stay here longer and wait until I can face Krishna before I leave."
Chen Yang was in a happy mood. He turned to the corner of the room and said, "Xiaoyu, I accidentally got some wine to roast chicken, why don't we share a drink?"
In the corner of the room, Wang Yu sat with his quilt on his back, his eyes widened in shock, his mouth opened wide, and he looked timidly at the Bull Demon, with a hint of envy mixed with fear.
He didn't know when he stopped pretending to be asleep and saw the fate of Zhang Sanpin and Li Ping.
Chen Yang had already noticed that he was no longer pretending to be an ostrich, but he didn't say anything, so Chen Yang didn't pay attention to him earlier.
Now that everything was done and he was in a good mood, Chen Yang sent out the invitation.
After Wang Yu heard Chen Yang's greeting, he came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and looked strange.
...You call this a chance?
...Shouldn't it be called robbery, or body touching?
Wang Yu thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of a word that was suitable to characterize Chen Yang's behavior. He just felt that it was weird in his heart.
He had clearly seen Zhang Sanpin and Li Ping returning with midnight snacks before. The strong smell of roasted chicken at that time also attracted Wang Yu's greed, but at that time, neither he nor Zhang and Li were
I didn't know that this roast chicken and turbid wine would be given to someone by chance.
Wang Yu carefully walked around the blood stains on the ground, sat down at the table, looked at the tip of his nose and did not dare to squint, and put his hands on his knees obediently, looking obedient.