Taunting, words or actions that anger others can be regarded as provocation, thereby causing the opponent to fight back stronger and more crazier.↖, this is a special way of insulting, making him angry with his eyes!

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's eyes, the ruling seemed to have his tail cut off by someone. The muscles on his face kept beating, his face changed with a ferocious look, and he looked extremely anxious. Because Zhao Ziyang mocked him, because Zhao Ziyang mocked him in this situation! How could he mock himself at this time? He should beg for mercy, and should cry and let himself spare his life.

Even if you don’t cry and beg yourself, you should show fear. Even if you don’t show fear, you have to panic. But you didn’t see these expressions and the only thing you captured is ridicule.

This kind of ridicule was like two sharp swords, piercing his fragile self-esteem and defeating it completely in an instant. He dreamed that he would press Zhao Ziyang under his body and step under his feet. What the verdict wanted was a double trampling between spirit and the emperor, rather than a simple trampling. Only by placing Zhao Ziyang under his feet in spirit can he achieve a complete victory.

"Cry me! Cry me!" The ruling let out a hoarse roar, and rotated the saber in his left hand hard, stirring Zhao Ziyang's shoulders while continuing: "If you lose, you have to lose. As long as you cry, I will spare your life!"

Before Zhao Ziyang collapsed, he was almost collapsed. The progress of things should not be like this. As a semi-finished product, he has successfully overwhelmed the mother under his body and controlled the other party's life. This is revolutionary and even more subversive, proving that he can kill the mother and proving that he is stronger than the mother.

But why is the other party not afraid, begging for mercy, or fearing?

The answer to the ruling was not words, but Zhao Ziyang's right hand. His right hand was clawed and he suddenly raised upwards and grabbed his face. What followed was the power that Zhao Ziyang completely burst out.

"Wow!"

Zhao Ziyang, who suddenly broke out, pressed Judg's head into the mud pool, sinking deep into the mud, causing the other party's mouth and nose to be wrapped in the mud, and pressed to the end and stuck tightly.

"Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!..."

He fell into a state of suffocation, and the judge danced his hands and feet frantically, struggling desperately. The saber of his hands kept cutting again and again on Zhao Ziyang, trying to get out of the predicament. Unfortunately, Zhao Ziyang's palm was too strong. No matter how many knife he cut on the other party, he could not let the hand pressed on his head loosen at all.

Blood kept flowing out of Zhao Ziyang's body, completely dyeing the small mud pool with dark red. His eyes were emitting hideousness and bloodthirst, and he endured the severe pain and maintained his only pressing action.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The ruling slowed down and finally slowly fell down, losing the last bit of strength. At this time, Zhao Ziyang was covered in wounds, his skin and flesh were rolled up, shocking.

"call……"

Zhao Ziyang exhaled a heavy breath of turbid air, slowly crawled out of the mud pool and walked into the bushes, and used the rainwater on the bushes to clarify his body. By the time he limped out, the wounds had already been put together and healed at a speed that humans could not imagine.

The judgment's head was still in the mud, and the body exposed outside was still struggling and attacking. Unfortunately, it was useless. It took many tricks for him to kill Zhao Ziyang, but Zhao Ziyang only needed one trick to kill him.

"Poor guy, I finally know how inferior you are." Zhao Ziyang looked at the ruling's corpse and shook his head and said, "But it's not your fault. After all, I am the only one, and you are just a defective product. I'm just to kill you as soon as possible. Unfortunately, I haven't asked what I want to ask yet, it's a pity..."

Zhao Ziyang squatted down, grabbed Judicial's right leg and pulled him out of the mud, and dragged him to the grass next to him.

At this time, the ruling was full of mouth and nostrils and was blocked by mud, and even the ear holes were full of mud. He was dead, and the standard brain was dead. The ruling knew how to kill Zhao Ziyang, and of course Zhao Ziyang knew how to kill the ruling. Kill in the water, then the effect of killing in the mud would only be better.

In a short time, Zhao Ziyang stripped the ruling clothes cleanly, pulled off a soldier sign hanging on the other party's chest and looked carefully.

This is a normal soldier card. The only difference between it and other soldier cards is that there is only the main card and no deck. As we all know, in countries that adopt the soldier card system, after the soldier dies, the corpse collector will take down the deck card and take it away, and then let the main card and the master stay with the master forever. This means that the soldiers who only wear the main card are actually dead because their deck card is gone.

There is no troops or numbers on the soldier card, and there is no unit to serve, only one line of letters and number: shadow--no.3.

Ghost, No. 3.

After staring at the soldier card for a while, Zhao Ziyang smiled at the ruling body and said, "Do you think you can become the only one by killing me? No, you can never become the only one, you are just No. 3."

After saying that, Zhao Ziyang reached out and threw the soldier's card into the mud pool, raised his left foot and pointed it at the judge's head and stepped down hard.

"Bang!"

The sound of watermelon bursting sounded, and the head wrapped in mud instantly faded, and blood mixed with brain mass splashed out in all directions under a strong squeeze. His head was shattered, and when his head was shattered, there was no hope of living anymore.

Staring at the red all over the ground, Zhao Ziyang sat down dejectedly, lying heavily on the ground, his eyes were looking at the sky through the gaps in the dense forest, not knowing what he was thinking. Maybe he could see a strong exhaustion in his eyes. He killed the Judgment and Ghost No. 3. There was no saying of being happy or not, but only being tired. Because this was not the end at all, what he wanted to ask the Judgment at that time was related to this.

How wonderful it would be if it could be completely quiet. How wonderful it would be to stand in the window facing the sea with the spirit fox in the living room with a stupid golden retriever, and occasionally run to Alexandra to have a secret relationship.

Unfortunately, all this is a dream, and maybe it will never be achieved in this life.

This is the strong, this is the dream of the strong.

Normal people always want to stand at the highest point, but never understand what it means to be too cold at the height. They work hard, but when they are really standing at the highest point, they think about returning to nature and picking up the simplest life again.
Chapter completed!