After all, although White Christ is a pervert, no matter how terrible the pervert is, he is still a human being. The pair of blue eyes in front of him are so weird that they completely fall into the scope that human common sense and three views can understand.

This is - non-human!

"You... the damn thing... is... cough cough... what... thing?" Fandy's mouth was filled with blood foam, and every word he said was extremely painful. The fear in his heart made him unable to help but squirm backwards. Even with every move, the wound was heartbroken.

"Me?" The snow-white cat seemed to be stained with a lot of gray. The originally gorgeous fur still had many burnt places at this moment, but it did not detract from its beauty and momentum. Especially its blue eyes, as deep as midnight, but also had a cold and cold light.

"You don't have to worry about who I am. I just ask you, do you want the people you care about to live?"

The cat standing on his chest did not speak, but Vander clearly "heard" it was talking.

It was a man's voice, without any emotion, but it was extremely pleasant, like a piano sound, traveling through the long river of time and space, passing through the long years, echoing quietly in his ears, deep and tempting.

Fande has always been a smart man. At such a strange and gloomy moment, he did not waste time on fear or collapse rationally. Instead, he squeezed out a sentence from his burning throat by devils: "I... want... my mother, and Anne... to live, what price should I pay?"

If this cat can speak, it must have come from a scientific explanation.

Is there really a demon in this world who trades with others?

...

"After all, it is a descendant with evil blood, and his mind always turns faster than others, haha." The beautiful ragdoll cat chuckled, and slowly stretched out its claws and rested it on the cracked wound of Vander, and said word by word: "I want, you, my life."

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"amazing—d, that—saved—a—retch—1ike—me….” The man slowly pushed the dining cart and hummed "amazing—grace" softly, which was extremely pleasant and calm, reminding people of the priest's chanting at the funeral.

It forms a sharp contrast with the two bloody female bodies in the car.

Or in other words, these two trembling female bodies only have bloody faces, while their clothes are still luxurious and delicate, and they are almost not stained with blood.

One of the female bodies had no eyes and lips and tongue, so she could not speak, while the other one had no skin. The eyeballs that had lost their upper eyelids could still turn slightly, but they looked not only neurotic, but also very ferocious. It seemed as if it was about to fall off at any time, and there was a trembling and fearful vague sound from her mouth—: "Forgive—me—pLZ...Forgive—me—pLZ!"

Forgive me, forgive me...please.

"God will forgive all sins, children." White Christ looked down at the woman, chuckled softly, with compassion and satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He likes his masterpiece, look at how cleverly every inch of skin peels off the muscles, and never tear a single bit of muscle fibers.

"Woooooooo..." Another female body made a depressing whimper, and tears seemed to flow out from her empty blood-red eyes.

White Christ hummed a song and pushed the dining cart forward, chatting happily, saying to himself: "This dining cart is used to pile up roasted deer or roasted lamb. Today, the diners at the table become the new main dish. A family of three, you will definitely be satisfied with my arrangement. Christ feeds the twelve disciples with flesh and blood, and you can become a new holy painting."

"You know, a priest who doesn't like to make big meals is not a good chef, hehe."

...

He likes to taste human fear, human anger, and he likes to taste everything interesting and can give him wonderful inspiration.

...

However, his pleasant humming came to an abrupt end when he opened the original restaurant door again.

White Christ looked at the weak prey who was supposed to be lying on the table and couldn't move. He was standing by the dining table, holding a meal and slowly wiping a silver fork.

And White Christ noticed that more than a dozen forks had been piled up in front of him.

"Are you... preparing for me before the meal?" White Christ narrowed his silver-gray pupils and smiled.

Unexpectedly, Fande was stronger than he thought, which increased the fun of making this big meal. When he saw him, he saw a crab ready to put it in the pot lifting a fruit knife towards the chef with tongs.

But the next moment, he overturned his thoughts.

Because Vander raised his eyes, he was not like a person with several broken ribs and broken old wounds. He looked at White Christ for a moment, and looked at White Christ's delicate and deep and gorgeous face indifferently, as if looking for something familiar but disgusting to him: "Some days when you don't touch a knife, you don't know what the correct head is. How many do you think you can escape?"

White Christ vaguely felt that the Brahma in front of him had changed, and his aura became quiet, and his every move had an extremely classical flavor.

He no longer speaks English, and his Chinese accent has also changed. His elegant and classic accent seems to be native Chinese, no, not even the impetuous Chinese of this era can have it.

"You..." White Christ's slender eye feathers moved slightly, and a dark light flashed in his silver-gray eyes. He was an extremely sensitive person. He smelled the dangerous aura of Fandra, just like himself, and was even more unpredictable and hard to figure out.

"You want to compete with me, but I don't know when Vice President Vander learned to cook with knife and fork?" Bai Christ chuckled, raised his hand and shook it gently. Five surgical lancets appeared on his fingertips, and then suddenly raised his foot and kicked the cart he was originally pushing.

With a loud "bang!", the whole car instantly crashed into the cabinet on one side. The huge impact almost instantly made the car embedded in the entire cabinet containing the red wine bottle and wine glass.

The two female bodies in the car instantly screamed or muffled: "Woooooooooooooooo--!"

However, the next one, the female body, which was originally supposed to be squeezed into a human form by a stainless steel dining car and a wine cabinet, suddenly sat at the dining table. Behind them was Vander. He held a man's collar in one hand, put the two female bodies on it, and said lightly: "The first one."

Then, his fingertips moved slightly.

Before he finished speaking, White Christ suddenly narrowed his silver eyes, jumped lightly into the air, and his hands suddenly waved.

I could only hear "Ding Ding Ding!" and several crisp sounds of metallic attacks, and several knives, a special lancet and a silver table knife fell on the ground.

This round, it seemed like a tie, but the smile on the corner of White Christ's lips rose further, while the muscles on his shoulders suddenly became tense - ready to go.

He chuckled, his silver-gray eyes unblocked with excitement: "Interesting, are you hiding your potential? I've stimulated it?"

Fantasy looked at White Christ indifferently and suddenly answered the question irrelevantly: "You are really disgusting and unpleasant to say that you are interesting."

The excitement in the eyes of the person in front of him and the badly interesting tone of speaking reminded him of the man who had been destroyed for hundreds of years and had made him feel murderous. It was a very disgusting blood inheritance.

Even killing cannot be completely killed.

Fan De raised his eyebrows and suddenly took action.

"Huh?" White Christ narrowed his eyes and was about to say something, but suddenly jumped again, twisting his whole body into an incredible arc, and then suddenly turned in mid-air, and jumped directly to an oak cabinet.

But in mid-air it fell down like a bird hit by an arrow.

"Um--!" He rolled and fell down the table, took a few steps back a little embarrassedly, looked down at his shoulder, which was deeply inserted into a silver blade.

The table knife is originally not as good as an ordinary knife. Its blunt and moist blade is blunt and moist, and its blunt tip penetrates into the flesh. It is more difficult to cut muscle fibers, which leads to several times the pain.

A trace of surprise flashed across the delicate face of White Christ, who was so handsome that he looked like he had no pain. He suddenly laughed, and touched the handle of the knife on his shoulder as if he felt it was very interesting: "No one could hurt me for a long time. I almost forgot what the pain in my skin looks like. It was a very nostalgic smell."

White Christ closed his beautiful eyes almost enjoyed and took a deep breath of the air.

If he remembered correctly, the lancet he ejected just now was shot down by the Sui Kidney with huge impact in an instant. This degree and power he had never seen before, was really interesting.

The bloody excitement aroused by White Christ made Fand twitch his eyebrows slightly, and he said lightly: "The second left shoulder, the third right shoulder."

As soon as he finished speaking, White Christ suddenly rolled again. In addition to an instant, a knife appeared in his hand, a sound-silenced pistol also appeared.

"Bang bang bang!"

He shot towards "Vander".

But the next moment, he saw the movie-like scenes - whether it was a bullet or a knife, they were dodged by the other party in an instant, and the knife fell on the other party's hands.

He only heard a soft sneer from Fante-

Then he instantly felt a severe pain coming from his right shoulder.

Another knife stabbed into the muscles simply.

He staggered a few steps, narrowed his silver-gray eyes and looked at Fande, and suddenly said, "Who are you?"

...

Chu Yu hid on the hillside not far away, holding a telescope, staring at the villa garden under the hillside anxiously.

"Oh, where did this damn smelly cat go?"

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Next week is over. I thought I could do this week, but I still haven't done it~
Chapter completed!