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Chapter 11 Wax Museum 11
"Fuck—"
Chen Caixing held the rusted knife, met his younger brother's big eyes, and forcibly recited a poem.
"The grass is far away, but there is nothing. Have you learned this?"
Yuan Jiuwan's big eyes were full of dazed knowledge, and Chen Caixing patted his younger brother's head, "I still need to strengthen my literary cultivation in the future."
"Good brother." Yuan Jiu Wan nodded obediently.
After interrupting for two sentences, the atmosphere seemed to be relaxed. Chen Caixing sighed secretly, picked up the treetops with his eyes, and walked into the shade of the tree with the knife in his hand. As soon as he entered, the branches swayed like crazy, and two corpses and body parts were thrown in front of him.
Fortunately, the corpse has been hanged for a long time, and the blood has already dried up. Except for the scary mental attack, there is no blood splashed on his face. Before, in order to develop abdominal muscles, Chen Caixing often went to the gym when he was not working overtime. After practicing for half a year, it came in handy at this time.
Dodging the smashed corpse and aiming at the low branch, Chen Caixing grabbed the branch tightly and cut it with a knife in one hand.
The knife was rusted and difficult to cut, but fortunately, when the knife hit the branch, the corpse hanging on the branch stopped attacking him.
Joanna was really afraid of this knife.
His men sped up, and the bark of the branch was cut, revealing the dark red core, as if filled with blood.
"Brother Wang, that kid took the lead, what should we do?" Jin Hai didn't give up. He followed Wang Xingping to pan for gold.
D is only five gold coins, can do a shit.
Wang Xingping had just been slapped in the face by Chen Caixing, but now he looked down at the tree with vicious eyes and said, "Wait tonight, when that kid kills John, it's a good opportunity. What are we afraid of when we have tools in our hands, let John kill him while we are in chaos. If someone dies, let's take over."
"Hey, it's what Brother Wang thought of Zhou Dao." Jin Hai blew, and couldn't wait to wait for the evening. How can the chicken be able to fight now? Not paving the way for them.
it's getting dark.
'K--' the branch was broken.
Chen Caixing tucked the branch under his arm, and without stopping, took the next one and continued to cut it. I have no experience just now, and the second one is much faster to cut.
"Chen Caixing—" Wang Xiaoxiao suddenly shouted, staring behind Chen Caixing with horror.
When it was cold behind him, Chen Caixing subconsciously held the branch and avoided it, and something coldly rubbed against his ear. When he saw it clearly, it was the dead Lin Qianqian.
At this moment, Lin Qianqian opened her eyes, her pupils were very small, and the whites of her eyes filled her eyes. She stared at him like this, smiling happily.
Chen Caixing didn't notice happiness at all, just felt creepy.
The corpses began to attack.
The knife is useful for Joanna's restraint, but it is not without time limit.
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