"If I knew it, I wouldn't have broken through. I can't get Dior at all!" Killer J lay on the chair with a look of lovelessness.
In the past few days, killer J hangs around in front of various brothels and then immediately retreats, not because he has no sexual interest, but because he has no sexual interest in those people.
At a glance, there are leftovers in the teeth, mites on the body, stool in the intestines, artificial fillings in the body, deformed skeletons, blackened internal organs, and some of the products of the previous customer still remain in the body.
"Fairy tales are all deceitful. Aren't the ladies and sisters all pooping rainbows?"
"The place you're going to is not a fairy tale. There are some powerful women who have transformed their bodies to your satisfaction." Zhu Ping knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.
Some people with high perception ability do have this kind of trouble.
The improvement of extraordinary power drives the improvement of life forms. Those A-level and S-level extraordinary ability users are simply two species from human beings.
Therefore, things like the domineering president falling in love with me in the past were completely cut off after moving to the extraordinary world.
The domineering president may be able to fall in love with an ordinary girl, but it is absolutely impossible for him to fall in love with the maggots in the cesspit.
And the gap between those powerful superpowers and ordinary human girls is similar to that of a domineering president and a maggot.
"The question is whether those superpowers are prostitutes?" Killer J: "If the relationship between men and women is not purely whoring and being prostituted, is there still room for purity between men and women?"
"Is there something wrong with your understanding of the purity between men and women?" Zhu Ping only felt a pain in his head. Why can this kind of top-notch strength reach such a height? Does it mean that a master must be a pervert
For the first time, Zhu Ping had doubts about his character, whether his character would be too ordinary, and whether it would delay his becoming a strong man.
But soon Zhu Ping shook his head and shook off that horrible thought.
I was almost infected by killer J's perverted thoughts. If I stay with this bastard, I will become perverted sooner or later, and I must find a way to stay away from him in the future.
Of course, I still have to ask him for help with my own problems.
"Respected, great, beautiful and intelligent killer Mr. J, I want to ask you some knowledge about how to cover up the flames of the burning soul. I wonder if you have anything to teach?"
After staying with Killer J for a while, Zhu Ping has a general understanding of this guy's character, which can be described in one word.
"cheap!"
If you want to ask him to do something, you must flatter him in all kinds of ways. Only when you feel comfortable flattering him, will this guy do things happily.
"Why do you have to cover it up?" Killer J chuckled: "Those puppies look a bit fierce, but they are easy to kill if they know how to do it. As for how to do it, everyone is different."
"You need to experience this for yourself." The killer said as he pulled out a scarlet blade from the void, like a thin blade with a layer of flame wrapped around it.
The turbulent flame seemed to be able to directly burn people's hearts. Zhu Ping wanted to say something more, when he saw Killer J lit a cigarette, waved to him with a smile on his face.
Before Zhu Ping could figure it out, he felt his head go dizzy, and he felt himself split in two.
Just like the time in the library, several black smoke holes opened up, and the familiar stench reappeared, and those dream hounds, a combination of crocodiles and dogs, crawled out of the black smoke holes.
They opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, and several tentacle tongues spit out from them. A pair of scarlet eyes stared at Zhu Ping greedily, and the faceted crystals on their backs looked like red-hot irons.
Zhu Ping's frantically struggling body, he knows that this is a dream, if he can't break free, his soul will be swallowed by these dream hounds, and he will become a vegetable in reality.
Zhu Ping struggled constantly, feeling that his two halves were rapidly joining together. Perhaps after the fusion of the two himself, he would be able to move around in the dream and fight back against these dream hounds, but it seemed that he had no such chance at present.
The speed of the dream hound was extremely fast, and it crouched down and swarmed up. Before it arrived, the tentacle tongue in its mouth had spit out like a sharp arrow.
This time, Chen Lan didn't come to rescue him, and judging from the previous killer J's performance, he wouldn't do anything to save him. If he wanted to survive, he could only save himself.
When he realized this, Zhu Ping let go of his last luck and revoked the secret method of concealment given by Chen Lan, and the flame of the burning soul blazed.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Killer J opened a door with the Unreachable Door, and stepped out.
Where Killer J arrived, there were screams one after another, and black figures fell to the ground without any resistance.
A dozen or so people in suits and white smiling masks turned into the scariest butchers, harvesting the lives of those people mercilessly in a small dim building.
When the last black-skinned special race died, more than a dozen people gathered together, and one of the people with a < mark on the mask said in a hoarse voice: "Are you sure it's cleaned up? That name is absolutely cannot be widely disseminated."
"All have been checked. For this group of 289 people, we collected their information in the name of relief and gathered them together. The identity information has been checked, which is absolutely correct."
"Then it's the Mage Guild group."