Chapter: 1373
And this girl has been under pressure, so Zhang Yuanqing judged that she is an ordinary person.
Leaving his eyes away from the girl, he looked at the scattered underwear, bra and lace panties beside the bed, and then turned to the lady's backpack on the sofa beside the bed. The backpack was open, and he saw a few books and a wad of money inside.
Combined with the girl's age, she should be a female student at a nearby university.
Zhang Yuanqing no longer hesitated, and immediately floated towards the man with the scar on his forehead and entered his body.
The body of the man who was speeding up his rhythm suddenly froze and stopped all his movements.
The shaking of the double bed subsided.
The girl seemed to be aware of it, panting and opened her eyes, the ceiling light was too bright, she half-closed her eyes, and saw the man showing an extremely twisted and painful expression, as if he was doing some kind of resistance.
But in the next second, his expression returned to the original one.
"What's wrong?" the girl asked delicately, her voice soft and hoarse.
The man with the scar on his forehead ignored it, raised his hand, stroked the girl's neck, and pressed lightly on the carotid artery.
The pain came instantly, and then, the girl rolled her eyes and fell into a coma.
Fuck, I'm at a loss. Zhang Yuanqing, who was in control of the scarred man's body, muttered in his heart, straightened his back, and manipulated the scarred man to lift his hands, press his right hand on his left cheek, his left hand hugged the right half of his head, and exerted a strong force.
"Crack!"
The man with the scar turned his head back, saw his own back, and saw the girl's long, white legs.
His eyes widened instantly, the blood vessels in his eyeballs burst, and his body limply collapsed.
Zhang Yuanqing's spirit body popped out and stood beside the bed, his eye sockets surged darkly, hooking the remaining spirit body in the corpse, and soon, a remnant soul with a ferocious face floated out, baring its teeth and claws at him, but it was too timid to attack him.
The spirit body is so vicious, and he did many things that hurt the heavens and reason during his lifetime, so he died unjustly. Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and sucked in, devouring the spirit body.
He quickly read through the broken life of the man with the scar. In the scene of memory fragments, Zhang Yuanqing saw the man wearing a mask and peaked cap, entering a bar on the corner of the street.
In a brightly lit room, a middle-aged man with a skinny figure and dark complexion like an old farmer sat naked by the bed, looking down at "myself" coldly.
Behind the middle-aged man, there were two plump, white and tender women lying on their sides. They seemed to have been terribly tortured and fell into a coma.
"Your task in the future is to find a high-quality plaything for me, and find one that will reward you with 100,000 yuan. But before you can do things for me, you need to swallow it."
The skinny middle-aged man spread out his palm, and it was a black cicada pupa.
The man with the scar lowered his head in fear, not daring to refuse, bowed and said:
"Yes, the general!"
As the screen flickered, Zhang Yuanqing saw women being brought into the bar one by one. They were bewitched, lost themselves, lost their dignity, and became playthings willingly.
Not long after, the spacious room became a space comparable to a hotel lobby, with a rectangular swimming pool in the center, and the tables by the pool were filled with fruits and food.
Women in swimsuits play in the water, eat, or take a nap on a deck chair.
The thin, dark-skinned man played with the women recklessly, sometimes in the swimming pool, sometimes on the deck chair, and sometimes at the dining table.
And said to the man with the scar in satisfaction:
"Good job, but I hope you can find a lawful occupation for me, preferably an official walker." JrNovels.com
Leaving his eyes away from the girl, he looked at the scattered underwear, bra and lace panties beside the bed, and then turned to the lady's backpack on the sofa beside the bed. The backpack was open, and he saw a few books and a wad of money inside.
Combined with the girl's age, she should be a female student at a nearby university.
Zhang Yuanqing no longer hesitated, and immediately floated towards the man with the scar on his forehead and entered his body.
The body of the man who was speeding up his rhythm suddenly froze and stopped all his movements.
The shaking of the double bed subsided.
The girl seemed to be aware of it, panting and opened her eyes, the ceiling light was too bright, she half-closed her eyes, and saw the man showing an extremely twisted and painful expression, as if he was doing some kind of resistance.
But in the next second, his expression returned to the original one.
"What's wrong?" the girl asked delicately, her voice soft and hoarse.
The man with the scar on his forehead ignored it, raised his hand, stroked the girl's neck, and pressed lightly on the carotid artery.
The pain came instantly, and then, the girl rolled her eyes and fell into a coma.
Fuck, I'm at a loss. Zhang Yuanqing, who was in control of the scarred man's body, muttered in his heart, straightened his back, and manipulated the scarred man to lift his hands, press his right hand on his left cheek, his left hand hugged the right half of his head, and exerted a strong force.
"Crack!"
The man with the scar turned his head back, saw his own back, and saw the girl's long, white legs.
His eyes widened instantly, the blood vessels in his eyeballs burst, and his body limply collapsed.
Zhang Yuanqing's spirit body popped out and stood beside the bed, his eye sockets surged darkly, hooking the remaining spirit body in the corpse, and soon, a remnant soul with a ferocious face floated out, baring its teeth and claws at him, but it was too timid to attack him.
The spirit body is so vicious, and he did many things that hurt the heavens and reason during his lifetime, so he died unjustly. Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and sucked in, devouring the spirit body.
He quickly read through the broken life of the man with the scar. In the scene of memory fragments, Zhang Yuanqing saw the man wearing a mask and peaked cap, entering a bar on the corner of the street.
In a brightly lit room, a middle-aged man with a skinny figure and dark complexion like an old farmer sat naked by the bed, looking down at "myself" coldly.
Behind the middle-aged man, there were two plump, white and tender women lying on their sides. They seemed to have been terribly tortured and fell into a coma.
"Your task in the future is to find a high-quality plaything for me, and find one that will reward you with 100,000 yuan. But before you can do things for me, you need to swallow it."
The skinny middle-aged man spread out his palm, and it was a black cicada pupa.
The man with the scar lowered his head in fear, not daring to refuse, bowed and said:
"Yes, the general!"
As the screen flickered, Zhang Yuanqing saw women being brought into the bar one by one. They were bewitched, lost themselves, lost their dignity, and became playthings willingly.
Not long after, the spacious room became a space comparable to a hotel lobby, with a rectangular swimming pool in the center, and the tables by the pool were filled with fruits and food.
Women in swimsuits play in the water, eat, or take a nap on a deck chair.
The thin, dark-skinned man played with the women recklessly, sometimes in the swimming pool, sometimes on the deck chair, and sometimes at the dining table.
And said to the man with the scar in satisfaction:
"Good job, but I hope you can find a lawful occupation for me, preferably an official walker." JrNovels.com
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