Chapter 353

A man and a woman are pressing themselves and controlling their souls, which leads to their own body getting into a kind of rigidity, but boss Zhou doesn't panic.

It's not that Zhou Ze is adamant and unyielding, rather die than follow, but because he can see that this pen is really mysterious, so mysterious that the consciousness in his body needs to get it even if he expends his strength to fight back.

But how deceitful are animals?

It can't kill itself directly. It can only make itself sink by luring and hypnosis. At that time, it's really hard to say whether a person has a pen or a pen has a person.

In a word, compared with physically destroying the enemy, this means of mentally destroying the enemy is more acceptable to boss Zhou.

The tip of the pen suddenly began to tremble for some reason, and the men and women who suppressed Zhou Ze also began to tremble together.

They were still "persuading surrender" and shouting slogans before,

now,

slogans are just like in the card belt,

trills repeat,

become very ghost animals.

This pen seems to have been stimulated. Before Ming Dynasty, it was used to stimulate Zhou Ze. Now it seems that this pen has become more excited.

The tip of the pen was shaking. At the tip of the pen, red ink like blood began to drip out and gradually began to cover Zhou Ze's chest.

The red ink was so hot that it began to penetrate into Zhou Ze's body like a tiny insect to the extreme.

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze took a breath of cold air because of the pain.

the script is not right.

didn't he say that he beat me mentally.

Why did he change his body again?

The change of the whole rhythm started with Zhou Ze's "Shabi". It can be said that before and after the two words were called out, it was a completely different dividing point.

The slogan disappeared,

a man and a woman also disappeared,

but boss Zhou is suffering a lot more than before.

Mingming has lost the shackles, Mingming has no repression,

but it seems that there are thousands of ants biting and crawling around,

it's really that people hate to tear off their skin and flesh, and then spray insecticide inside.

"Ah ah!!!"

From his throat came the deep and depressed cry of pain. Zhou Ze was lying on the ground, twisting his limbs all the time. Many times, he almost couldn't help digging out his red position with his fingernails.

But he hesitated a little. Just for this moment, Zhou Ze lost the chance to be a strong man.

Because the spread speed of the red ink is so amazing, if it was only a man with a broken wrist at the beginning, now it needs bone scraping therapy.

Even the area below Zhou Ze's chin has been covered with red ink.

A strong sense of suffocation came, and Zhou Ze pinched his throat.

It's hard,

If a rope is strangling him, he can still know how to use his hands to resist,

but now tighten his strength under his skin,

what should I do?

Even though

the red ink is still spreading, Zhou Ze's face is also turning red, like the actors on the stage of Beijing opera.

In the end,

even Zhou Ze's eyes were stained with red ink,

in front of his eyes,

completely reduced to blood color,

line of sight began to blur.

………………

Hum!

Hum!

Hum!

Zhou Ze raised his head and found that he was in a pool with a pungent smell of wine.

On the outside of the pool, there are rows of grills on which all kinds of delicious food are flipped.

In the distance,

a group of warblers, warblers, swallows and swallows are dancing,

they are graceful,

they are fascinating,

near,

there are already beautiful people swarming around, using red lips as wine glasses, and taking wine for extradition.

This is a living wine pond!

Which is the best way to play,

for a while, the spirit will come to the body and then to the spirit?

Can you be a little qualitative?

Boss Zhou is sitting in the pool,

in front of the beautiful women around him, in front of the wine and meat,

he doesn't care.

Sitting there,

take it easy.

Beauty is a man's poison. As the saying goes, heroes are sad about beauty. A man's qualitative level lies in how much resistance he has in the face of beauty.Boss Zhou is one of the best,

on the resistance to beautiful women,

everyone who is doing,

in front of boss Zhou

At the beginning, that white fox tried to seduce boss Zhou with this method,

but the boss still kept calm,

made white fox astonished!

At present,

these things,

are just drizzles.

It seems that Zhou Ze can't be moved by this scene, and the

scene starts to switch immediately.

In a flash,

Zhou Ze stood on a towering tower,

behind him,

knelt a group of men and women in ancient clothes,

and below,

were soldiers, countless Beatles were cheering in order.

Zhou Ze raised his hand, and the voice immediately disappeared.

Zhou Ze waved again,

and started the tsunami again!

Zhou Ze raised his hand,

became quiet again,

Zhou Ze waved again,

immediately erupted into cheers.

"Boring."

Zhou Ze turned his white eyes and raised his head, looking up at the sky, urged: "change the channel."

For a time,

the painting style suddenly changed,

all around, it was magma rolling, thick black smoke filled, with a kind of suffocating heat.

Countless ghost errands are escorting the evil spirits to walk among them. In the distance, there are more than a dozen copies floating in the air, and some people sit behind with their pens crossed.

Judge life and death, and determine Yin and Yang.

In the position where Zhou Ze sat,

is the highest level.

Lower your head,

find that the throne under you is made up of white bones. There are some fawning ghosts and fire in some skeletons.

No matter ghost, patrol or judge, when they look at their own direction, they all have a kind of reverence and fear.

Zhou Ze saw countless torture platforms, all kinds of unimaginable ways of torturing and abusing people. The so-called cruel punishment of delay in the world doesn't even have the qualification to show his face here, because it's so gentle.

In the distance,

Zhou Ze also saw a huge bridge, which ran through the scrotum and finally reached there.

It's not an ordinary small bridge, but a huge bridge that blocks out the sun?

On the other hand, there is a woman standing on the bridge. Zhou Ze can't see exactly what a woman looks like.

At this moment,

Zhou Ze wants to urge that pen,

shit,

you don't want to seduce me?

Come on,

zoom in there,

let me see that face,

is that Meng Po?

Have you seen it?

If you've seen one, give it a close-up.

The general record and impression of Meng Po is that an old woman with a broken bowl squats like a beggar beside the bridge of Naihe, and a ghost will give people a drink of soup, which will make people forget their previous life and start a new life.

But it's certainly not the case. Meng Po is not so shabby and probably not so old.

However,

the virtual shadow of that woman has always been the virtual shadow.

In this pen,

it can't write the detailed appearance of a woman,

Zhou Ze can't see it.

Around the white bone throne, there are fireflies beginning to gather. Two enchanting women walk out of the fireflies, face Zhou Ze with their backs, and lie down.

There is a sense that you can insult the whole hell here at any time.

Zhou Ze smiled,

just smiled and shook his head.

The picture has changed again,

this time, there is no big opening and closing scene,

there is no magnificent scenery,

glass,

sunshine,

sofa,

even the coffee on the tea table in front of you and the pressed newspaper are so familiar.

Here,

is the library,

is the morning of the library.

Zhou Ze was lying on the sofa in a casual suit,

picked up the coffee,

sniffed it and took another sip.

Pick up the newspaper again and look through it at will.

Outside the bookstore,

there are a group of ghosts,

in line,

like the aunts and gentlemen who start to line up early in the morning when the supermarket discounts and promotions.This team has formed a long dragon.

With number plates in their hands, ghosts line up one by one to enter the bookstore.

Here, men, women, old and young, and even foreign friends with other skin color ghosts come to the city to prepare for hell.

All the ghosts, like pilgrims, went into the study one by one, and presented all their own money.

Zhou Ze's Adam's Apple moved subconsciously for a moment,

damn it,

this scene really made him feel moved!

But the good times are not long,

the picture has changed again. This time, it is not a change, but a rupture!

"Hey, let me enjoy it a little longer."

Zhou Ze still hasn't finished something,

that pen,

clearly just grasped his weakness,

why should he give up?

In a trance,

Zhou Ze raised his head, looked around, and found that he was lying on a leaf boat, under which was the rough black sea, sending out a strong breath of death.

In the distance, a brush is floating in the air.

The sea waves keep rolling, it seems that a little larger spray can make itself capsized.

"Why did you choose him?"

The general sound of thunder came from the bottom,

for a while,

the thunder and lightning began to flash over the sea,

boss Zhou's poor boat was really in danger.

, as like as two peas, Zhou Ze saw clearly that

was not a sea, but a face.

was a face that

was exactly like herself.

was lying below the surface of the sea.

compared with him,

herself was really too small.

This is the sea of the netherworld!

The huge and incomparable face below is the consciousness in my body.

The gap between the rich and the poor,

the horrible distance of status,

Zhou Ze takes a deep breath,

until now,

Zhou Ze has realized what is real poverty.

This kind of poverty is different from that of Xu Qinglang and Bai Yingying.

The brush is flying in the air, breaking through the barrier and flying to zhouze.

Ignore the one below.

"Why!

By what! "

The sea began to roar, to roar!

He is the real winner!

This one in the boat, however,

is just a piece of consciousness generated by the body when you are sleeping!

At last, the brush flew to Zhou Ze's hand, and he rubbed lightly as if he were flattering him. Zhou Ze suddenly found that there was a vigorous seal character at the lower end of the brush,

"Sha!"

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment. He was lying in the trough. You really call it "Shabi"?

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