Pu opened his eyes, his eyes fell on Zuo Mo again, he looked up and down, held his chin in his hand, and said to himself: "The body is too weak, only the bones can barely hold it together, huh?"

The other party commented on him as if he were inspecting an item, which made Zuo Mo feel very unhappy, but Pu's "Huh" sentence made his heart skip a beat.

"Is there a problem?" He couldn't help but ask urgently. He knew that his body was not normal. His face was as stiff as a zombie, and the dream that had appeared countless times was like a thorn in his heart.

Pu Yang raised his head, and the hair on his forehead almost covered half of his face on the left side. The unblocked red right eye glanced at Zuo Mo's face, and the corner of his mouth raised: "No problem."

"Well, although you are bad, you are not so bad that there is no cure." Pu returned to his lazy tone.

"What I want to ask is..." Zuo Mo decided to have a showdown with Pu. He wanted to find out what Pu wanted to do.

"Oh, right." Pu interrupted Zuo Mo. He narrowed his blood-red right eye and raised his thin lips to one side: "Let's start practicing [Fetal Breath Refining God]. How is it? The effect is not bad? Almost

I forgot to tell you that [Fetus Breath Refining God] is good, but there is a problem."

Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he had an unknown premonition.

"Once you start practicing [Fetal Breath Refining God], you can't stop. It is said that if you don't practice to the point of having a fetal breath for three months, there will be some minor problems."

He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, raised the corners of his mouth higher, and his bright red pupils seemed to be brighter: "Actually, it's just a small pain like blood surge. Well, you know, I used to have a very creative friend.

, he is in charge of the prison.”

Pu tells the story as if telling a story.

"Once, he met a very tough guy. He tried his best but couldn't pry this guy's mouth open. So he asked me for this mental method. He sent a subordinate to pretend to be a prisoner.

Get close to this guy. Then, through the mouth of his subordinates, teach him this secret. Well, you know, I have always admired him for his creativity and patience."

He said with a bit of excitement: "It's a pity that the prisoner is not very talented. He just couldn't practice it for three months. Well, I always thought that my friend must have missed a sentence or two on purpose."

"What happened next?" Zuo Mo asked tremblingly.

"Later?" The smile on Pu's face became even brighter: "It took three months and one day to recruit him, but my friend was soft-hearted and did not kill him. He hung up for three months and begged my friend to kill him every day. Listen.

Such a delicate and melodious wail, what a joy it is! It is said that when he died, oh, his soul exploded like fireworks, it was so beautiful."

A bone-chilling chill spread throughout Zuo Mo's body.

His poor nerves were like springs that were compressed to the extreme. All the pent-up anger suddenly exploded. He lost his mind on the spot and howled at Pu - "You perverted shemale! I will fight with you."
Chapter completed!