Chapter 173: The Butterfly Effect: The Power of Vomiting
"Brother Hu, if you kill this girl with just one shot, wouldn't it be too much for her? She has killed so many brothers. I think her appearance is a symbol. Wouldn't it be a pity not to enjoy it?"
The masked man on the side had already taken off the black gauze on his face, and he saw that his big Chinese character face was full of uneven ravines or bulging red blood cells, and his narrow eyes
At this moment, he was staring at Su Ziyue seriously, as if he wanted to see through her.
Su Ziyue felt uncomfortable being stared at by him. She tried hard to restrain the urge to vomit. This man was too explicit and ugly!
"Wow..." Finally, she vomited uncontrollably. She hadn't eaten anything all afternoon, and her stomach was already flat. She was being carried on the shoulders of the ugly man in front of her and was jolting all the way.
I had been feeling uncomfortable for a long time. Now when I saw the "true face" of the masked man, this extremely ugly face directly became the trigger. To sum up, I can't blame myself, I can only blame the masked man.
Masked man, ugly masked man
"Ouch, they're so dirty!" Brother Hu's black leather shoes were instantly covered with sticky messy stuff. (I won't say it anymore, you know!) He stepped back in disgust.
After a few steps, he jumped on his feet and shouted
For someone with extreme mysophobia like him, this is the most unbearable thing
I saw him shaking his feet hard, trying to kick off his shoes
Suddenly, his leather shoes were kicked off by him, and his tense heart seemed to feel a little calmer, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But someone was not so lucky. He just stayed there with his mouth open and stared at the black shoes flying straight towards him. Before he could react, his vision went dark and his face hurt.
, and then fell straight to the ground
Brother Hu's shoes are specially processed. The soles can protrude steel pieces or sharp iron hooks. You can imagine how heavy they are.
In an instant, Brother Hu’s hard leather shoes also fell aside.
I saw a complete red shoe sole mark on the man's face, extending from his forehead to his chin. The sticky stuff on his face made him look miserable, but what was even more funny was that a thin thread came out of his big nostrils.
The thin noodles stretched out and stuck to the ugly face covered with acne
Su Ziyue lowered her head in embarrassment and apologies. It seemed that she hadn't digested the late night snack last night (─.─|||