Chapter 82 I Know Everything

"This... How is this possible!?"

This was not the first time Wang Yanran said this, but she still subconsciously exclaimed, because Fang Xiu seemed to refresh her cognition every time.

"Too slow! Is this the limit of a second-level spirit master? It seems that the 200 spirit coins I used to hire a killer were wasted."

Fang Xiu's distorted and suppressed voice came from the gap between attacks.

He might have felt really bored, so he swung violently, and a dazzling silver light suddenly burst out from the scalpel, which for a moment even overshadowed the moon's brilliance.

The silver light turned into a streak, soaring into the sky, directly breaking through all the attacks and creating a gap.

Fang Xiu flashed out of the gap like a ghost, his figure flashed in the night sky, and when he appeared again, he had come behind Wang Erni, with a silver scalpel lightly placed on the opponent's neck.

"Don't!"

Wang Yanran was shocked when she saw this scene.

But Fang Xiu stared at her coldly, smiled grimly, and then gently scratched.

A wound appeared on Wang Erni's neck instantly. There was no blood in the wound, but dense silver hair.

Obviously, as the host of the hair ghost, she had been corroded by it to the point of being inhuman.

However, whether it is a human or a ghost, all beings are equal under pain.

Bang!

Wang Erni's body fell to the ground with a bang.

As she fell to the ground, the roaring water dragons scattered and turned into rain falling to the ground.

The flying silver hair quickly shrank and returned to its original state.

After dealing with Wang Erni, Fang Xiu's eyes did not show any joy, but some dissatisfaction.

"Why is there no screaming? No wailing of pain?"

The next second, he seemed to have thought of something, slightly tilted his head, stared at Wang Yanran with his weird blood pupils, and said in a distorted and suppressed voice: "I know, because you turned her into a puppet.

Then, you have to feel my pain for her."

Under the cold moonlight, Fang Xiu, who was wrapped in black air, walked towards Wang Yanran step by step. This time he walked very slowly, but every step seemed to be stepping on Wang Yanran's heart. Every time he took a step, her heart would tighten inexplicably.

At this time, Wang Yanran finally experienced what it felt like to go from heaven to hell.

The ecstasy of obtaining the second-level spirit master B-level weird puppet had long disappeared, and now she just wanted to live.

She finally understood that Fang Xiu had said that he and others had finally appeared before, and it turned out that the other party had really been waiting, waiting for all the people behind the scenes to show up, and then catch them all in one fell swoop.

But what she still couldn't figure out was that Fang Xiu could still maintain his sanity and not be distorted despite enduring such a powerful and mottled strange power, as if he was possessed by dozens of strange spirits at the same time. This was simply a fantasy.

Seeing Fang Xiu getting closer and closer, Wang Yanran did not choose to run away, because she knew clearly that under the other party's ghostly speed, running away would definitely kill her, but if she knelt down and begged for mercy now, there might be a glimmer of hope.

It's not that she hasn't done this before, especially when facing men, after all, no one would refuse a delicate beauty.

Of course, she had also met men with stronger wills. Such men basically promised to spare her life on the surface, saying that they would end their grudges with one shot, but after enjoying it, they would prepare to kill her in the sage time.

But it was too late at that time, because the other party had already become a puppet.

"Don't run?"

Fang Xiu had already stood beside Wang Yanran at this time, his tall body blocked the moonlight, and the shadow hanging down covered it.

The black air emanating from his body was rising and entangled, and countless strange creatures could be seen screaming and struggling in it.

Wang Yanran was terrified when she saw this scene. She was not sure whether the previous method of begging for mercy would work, because the man in front of her was different from all the men she knew.

Plop!

Wang Yanran's slender and white legs bent instantly and she knelt directly on the ground. Her smooth knees were immediately covered with mud. The contrast between black and white was so obvious.

Her charming face was full of pitiful fear, her eyes were red, and there seemed to be crystal tears rolling.

"Please don't kill me, I am also following orders. The president of the Guangming Club asked me to come."

Fang Xiu's mouth curled up with a grim smile: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want to inject my pain into your body, that's all."

Pain? Injection?

Wang Yanran was slightly stunned. Is this a new Internet word used to describe that kind of thing? So... there is a play?

She quickly grabbed Fang Xiu's trouser legs, with a flattering look on her face: "As long as you don't kill me, you can do anything to me."

She raised her neck, and her sexy face was full of pity, with a hint of temptation.

But Fang Xiu was not moved at all. Instead, he heard Wang Yanran's words, and blood flashed in his right eye, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more ferocious.

"That's what you said."

As he said that, Fang Xiu raised the scalpel, and the shadow formed by his arm and the scalpel fell on Wang Yanran's face, just like a mantis raising its front legs.

Wang Yanran's face changed instantly, and she realized that she had thought wrongly, and pain and injection were not what she meant at all.

At this time, the scalpel had reached her neck.

"No...don't, please don't, I know I'm wrong, as long as you don't kill me, I promise to make you feel unprecedented happiness.

I can do everything! I will definitely satisfy you.

If you don't believe me, you can try it first, and you can kill me at any time if you are not satisfied."

While speaking, Wang Yanran looked at Fang Xiu with her autumn water eyes, her eyes were full of tenderness and charm.

Many men have told her that the most beautiful part of her body is her eyes, and no man can resist the gaze of these eyes.

She believes that Fang Xiu is no exception.

Sure enough, under the gaze of these eyes, Fang Xiu's originally ferocious face began to slowly recover, and the black air on his body slowly disappeared.

Fang Xiu stared at Wang Yanran's eyes tightly, revealing a different kind of fascination in his eyes, and even reached out to gently touch the other's smooth cheek.

Wang Yanran was overjoyed in an instant, and continued to launch an eye attack. She didn't say a word, because she knew clearly that silence was better than words at this time, and everything was unspoken.

"These eyes...are similar, so similar." Fang Xiu suddenly blurted out such a puzzling sentence.