Chapter: 830

Not to mention writing "Declaration of War", even if it was just a poem "Quiet Night Thoughts", he wouldn't be able to handle it either!

So he could only tremble silently and cry, waiting for his legendary name to be destroyed at once.

At this moment, Zhang Zihou's heart only had one wish: for Ye Chen to not let Hong Wu write something too crass on him.

However, he didn't understand Ye Chen.

The more it was at this time, the more Ye Chen liked something rougher.

Hong Wu held a blood-stained knife, pointing at Zhang Zihou's pale face, and asked, "Master Ye, what does this child want to carve?"

Ye Chen thought for a moment and said, "This eight-character phrase is okay? Then just write it carefree, familiar, and down-to-earth."

As he spoke, Ye Chen added, "Then let him carve 'I want to give my feces to Wu Xin to eat'."

Zhang Zihou heard these eight characters and his heart turned gray as ash.

Hong Wu urgently asked, "Master Ye, didn't you get it wrong? It's Wu Qi who likes to eat poop, not Wu Xin."

Ye Chen waved his hand carelessly and said, "Oh well, they're all the same. Anyway, he's going back to show it to Wu Donghai and Wu Xin, so let's just write it for Wu Xin instead."

"Got it!" Hong Wu immediately nodded his head and said, "Then I'll carve it big and deep on him!"

Zhang Zihou looked at that bloody knife tip, crying and said: "Wu Gong, Wu Gong! Can you grant me one thing?"

Hong Wu was impatiently saying: "What's with all these useless words?"

Zhang Zihou cried out: "Wu Gong, I just want to ask you to replace this knife. This knife started carving from Liu Guang, and it has been carved for five people already, without disinfecting, which is easy to get infected with diseases... if someone has AIDS or something like that..."

As soon as Zhang Zihou finished speaking, the other four people were all startled and shook.

One of them asked abruptly: "You three don't have AIDS?"

"No!" The other three people nodded in unison.

But even if it's true, no one knows yet.

"Hong Wuya was getting annoyed at this point, slapped Zhang Zizhou's face with a palm, and scolded: 'You're talking too much nonsense, don't you know I'll give you a recitation of "Teng Wang Hall Scroll"?'"

Zhang Zizhou's eyes flashed with golden stars after being slapped. He was so afraid to speak anymore at this point and could only cry while enduring the sharp edge of Hong Wuya's dagger.

He could feel the blade scratching his forehead, touching his skull, and causing a sharp pain that almost made him faint. Fresh blood kept dripping from his forehead, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

He regretted so much in his heart at this point, wondering what would have happened if he had known earlier. If Wu Donghai had given him more money, he wouldn't have come to kill Hong Wuya...

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine that can be taken in this world...

At this time, Wu Donghai's five bodyguards became human calligraphy works, with all their faces looking unbearable, especially the last one, Zhang Zizhou, who had eight characters carved on his forehead and couldn't use it anymore. The face looked terrifying. JrNovels.com