Chapter 60： God said ... (1/2)
Wang Teng quickly ditched the thoughts in his head. The kind of picture was so beautiful that he didn't even think about it. He would rather not have mental attributes than see that kind of picture.
Eyes will grow stitches!
Close the door and look for the next mental patient with the marksmanship.
As for whether that one was lying on the ground before, care about my fart ~
207,208 ...
The next one was in Room 209, but the lights were on when passing through Room 208.
Suddenly Wang Teng saw a familiar person.
Big pie face nurse! !! !!
怎么 Why is she in the ward?
Wang Teng was in doubt, wasn't it ...
Is she actually a mental patient who ran out during the day and pretended to be a nurse at the front desk? ?
And for a long time with a mental patient!
Wang Teng feels that the whole person is not good. The whole mental hospital seems to be full of malice, and is approaching him silently.
”Hell!”
Xu secretly cursed, Wang Teng went directly to Room 209 without any desire to explore, opened the door and went in.
”Biu, biubiubiu ...” In the room, a man was shooting a gun at the air.
”Who are you? Did the monitor ask you to support me?” When he saw Wang Teng, he asked excitedly.
Wang Teng saw the attribute bubble of a place and picked it up silently.
[Spirit * 1]
[Spirit * 0.8]
[Spirit * 1.5]
Uh ...
He is a spiritual attribute. None of them is marksmanship. It seems that this is another pseudo-gun god.
Alas, my guess seems to be true!
Mental patients lose their mental attributes. The person who comes up with this setting must be an individual!
Wang Wangteng stared silently into the ceiling.
”Hey, why don't you reply to me, aren't you ... traitors?” Seeing Wang Teng's delay, the man looked suspiciously and made a gun gesture, facing Wang Teng, as if as long as one answer was incorrect, he Shoot him to death.
I'm right, kill him ...
This showman!
Look at this expression, and then look at the number of spiritual attributes dropped, I'm afraid it is already ill.
It is impossible to answer something to an unsaved mental patient.
”Oh, why is it so difficult to find someone?” Wang Teng closed the door and sighed.
carry on!
Next is the third floor.
From the first floor to the third floor, it was a group of magic dances, and many patients did not sleep at all.
灯 The lights are on in most rooms, and there is a farce that makes people laugh and cry, but the hair in their hearts.
”A lot of attribute bubbles!”
Ye Wangteng took a look and opened a door casually.
I saw a patient squatting on the ground, motionless, and there were many attribute bubbles scattered around.
”Taking medicine! Taking medicine!” Wang Teng called.
”Don't bother me.” A faint voice came out, and he remained still in the corner.
King Wang Teng walked over.
Pick up!
[Spirit * 0.5]
[Spirit * 1]
[Spirit * 1.2]
Uh ...
”Why are you squatting here all the time?” Wang Teng was really curious and couldn't help asking.
”I'm a cow dung!” The faint voice came out again.
O ((⊙﹏⊙)) o.
”Why are you a stack of cow dung, not pig dung or sheep dung or something?” Wang Teng asked.
”Only cow dung flowers will be inserted!”
”... you make good sense!”
King Wang Teng finished picking up attributes and turned to leave. There is no common topic with a stack of cow dung. Goodbye, no, no more!
Next, he visited one by one.