Chapter 163： High heel art (1/2)

”It’s good for anyone to be honest. If you are not honest, then I will put my ugly words first. Only you will suffer. Anyway, you are also a spirit man who is not afraid of death. I can see that, but not being afraid of death does not mean that you are not afraid of pain. Well, or does it make you feel good to make you worse than to die?”

Su Mo's voice continued, and Zhu Lao San completely gave up the struggle. Obviously he already knew that he couldn't escape.

This young man who didn't seem to be very old, the other party definitely made it harder to live in this ghost place than to die, it would make him feel more uncomfortable than killing him.

”Boy, wait for me. Today, my third wife Zhu is planted in your hands, and I recognize it. As for the rubbish, they are still just **** in my eyes. The third wife Zhu was caught by you today, and It was not caught by them.”

Zhu Lao San spit out blood and glanced at the few people Shi Lan was pressing on him. What this said made them all angry.

This guy is already like a bird, he is still so arrogant, especially some of the men, when they think that their relatives and friends have just been killed by this guy, all of them are out of anger.

”Fuck you tmd is now a prisoner, you are still so arrogant like a bird?”

”Beat him and beat him half to death, just in time to let out a nasty breath!”

”Aren't you afraid of death? Today, my brothers will take good care of you. Anyway, your skin is thick and you can't die, but this kind of pain makes you enjoy it!”

Shi Lan and the others all greeted each other with heavy fists, as if they were playing glutinous rice cakes. They all hit the dog with a breath of sickness in their hearts, even Shi Lan was wearing his high heels.

I stomped on the opponent a few times, and watched Su Mo's eyelids jump wildly. Good fellow, these high heels are a crit.

Just a few strokes that seem soft and weak, in fact, it is more lethal than those men punching them with their fists.

”Would you like to step on a few feet and wear your high heels?”

Su Mo was watching a good show next to him, he didn't try to persuade him, as long as Zhu Lao San does not die.

And it’s just a bad guy who wants to get some useful news from the other party. I’m afraid it’s not that simple.

So simply let Shi Lan and the others breathe out a bad breath at the same time as well as slap the youngest Zhu, so that the other party can recognize the current phenomenon.

”Your Majesty, do you have any special hobbies?”

Lin Yun couldn't help but mumbled a few times. After spending so long with Su Mo, he also found that Su Mo seemed to be a special fan of high heels, which made him feel a little bit abnormal.

”What do you know? This is called artistic violence and beauty.”

Su Mo smiled, he did have a special plot for high heels, especially the long-legged beauties who wear them are very beautiful.

”Well, that slave and maidservant meets your majesty's needs, and it just so happens that I also see this dead fat pig very upset.