Chapter 451

What is shame?

For Yang Donghao, it's tolerable to be deprived of his status and give him medicine in front of so many people, but for one thing, he can't bear it. He thinks it's a great shame.

That is

Touch your head.

What if I can't stand it?

Keep going!

"Darling, remember to cooperate with my people in the future. We have more time to meet later." Fang Mo smiled, picked up a fruit and took two bites.

Turning his hand, he touched Yang Donghao's head again: "your head is very round and feels very comfortable."

Yang Donghao couldn't help it, so he prayed, "yes, isn't it? Then, you, touch it more?"

That twisted face is so ugly.

Fang Mo thinks that this guy's handsome is a lot less out of thin air.

So he shook his head and said, "forget it, next time you have a chance, I have something else to do, and you continue to be busy with yourself. Don't worry, I can guarantee here that other people won't do anything to you casually. Several people control you together. Really, when you can't do well, they can only gather together to kill you."

"Of course, if you want to do something bad, any one can kill you."

Yang Donghao's eyes lit up suddenly, but with Fang Mo's second sentence, he had no idea.

Fuck your sister, control people and gossip here.

"Go!"

Fang Mo waved his hand and said with a smile, "don't send it."

"Must send, must send!" Yang Donghao immediately stood up, pulled several girls and made a respectful expression.

This is cheap.

You have to beat up to be honest.

But fortunately, it's not a great person, and there's nothing stubborn that shouldn't be insisted on. It's very clever.

Fang Mo is still very satisfied with this.

Went downstairs.

He walked in the hall and greeted his trembling white coat when he saw him, but the other party knelt down with a puff, which filled him with helplessness.

Is he so terrible?

This sentence is not asked. Once asked, 100 of the ten people have to say yes

One punch to pieces!

Is there anything more terrible than him?

These people haven't met anyway.

At the moment of going out, Yang Donghao's cousin called him a compliment and refused to let him continue taking medicine. Instead, he said he also wanted to be controlled

"Oh?" Fang Mo took out a pill and put it directly into his mouth: "I am satisfied with you. From today on, you are just under my control. That means that if your cousin does something, you have to repay me. Of course, I may have left here. If you want to report, go to some sparks you can feel there and find a person named Qin Xiaoyu."

My cousin wants to cry without tears. I wish I could slap myself in the face.

What's wrong?

To be controlled, isn't he crazy?

But the key is that after saying everything and taking the medicine, he can only recognize it: "OK, don't worry..."

"Hmm?" Fang Mo, who was leaving at high speed, turned around and shouted, "don't call dad. I can't stand it. I really dare not have a son at your age."

Interesting.

These people are really interesting to him.

Yang Donghao, who is round from the beginning, his cousin and his white coat, who are busy from the beginning to the end, are a group of very interesting people.

Unfortunately, Fang Mo will stop somewhere.

The evil thoughts in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

In fact, just now, he wanted to end several lives with one punch. It took him a long time to suppress this complex emotion.

These come from sudden forces.

Something's wrong.

But he doesn't have any good coping methods. He can only vent while walking to see when he can really master this emotion.

At that time, he came to a kind of

Mountain or mountain, water or the mysterious realm of water.

This is his feeling. He can't tell whether it is specific or not.

As for now?

He looked at the mountain not the mountain, looked at the water not who, illusory.

……

"Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze..."

A group of people are running, and the sound of crazy breathing is like a broken bellows.

They looked back as they ran.

When you see more and more monsters and zombies, people are in danger.

"Brother Zhou, how long do we have to run?" a man really couldn't run. He squatted down, barely asked, and began to breathe unhealthy and pure air.

Brother Zhou.

He is a strong man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, and his muscles are exposed.

Of course, if Fang Mo sees him, he will feel that this guy looks very familiar.

Because he is Zhou liehai.

Those who escaped Zhang Qiang's vicious hand with Kong Jinhao and Bai Yuqing.

"Run, run!" Zhou liehai turned his head, ignored the danger, rushed over and pulled him up.

Unfortunately.

He failed.

And I can't even run myself.

Work hard, fail again, and run out three times.

Most people are like this. Those who have been running will never feel very tired, but once someone suddenly stops, they will feel very tired and just want to stop and think about it for a period of time.

"It's over!"

Zhou liehai closed his eyes.

On the other side, Fang Mo came out of a street bored.

Several zombies have been dealt with by him. The one who died is called a crisp one.

When he saw this side, he suddenly stopped with interest.

"Ah ah!"

After two screams, a strong man and a thin man were so dead.

"Eh, that man seems to be very familiar." Fang Mo saw Zhou liehai rolling to the ground's head. Finally, he could only shake his head with great pity: "tell me about you. How nice to run so many steps again. I've brought your disasters in the past. Maybe I'll save you? What a pity, what a pity."

The next moment.

A familiar scene appeared.

Those zombies and monsters scrambled one by one and ate the two bodies lying on the ground in an instant.

Then they began to chase the people who were still running.

I don't know if there is telepathy, or if I found someone here.

Their goal suddenly changed to fangmo at the same time, and their speed also had a part of the bonus.

Several of them were a little surprised when they saw this face, but finally rushed over with a will to survive.

"Get out of the way!"

Fang Mo gently punched.

At this moment, in front of them, Fang Mo seemed to have some kind of unspeakable change.

He became a terrible man, with a black painted monster standing on his back.

Unfortunately, before any of them spoke, they found that the punch had come.

Some of the people running behind looked at the man in front with great regret.