Manual tearing system: I only want to kill people

The poisonous spider responded, inaudibly.

What does not match such a cruel name is her face, which is ordinary and ordinary, without any memory points, with thin eyelids raised, and her eyes are numb and empty. She has a very low sense of existence when she stands aside. If she were not mentioned by the eunuch, she would Remain silent until the end of this meeting.

In fact, she would attend every meeting or dinner party.

It's just that few people notice it. This is related to the skills practiced by Poisonous Spider. Only those with strength comparable to or better than her will not be affected by this.

If sweet and sour is Jun You's invincible knife on the surface, then the poisonous spider is Jun You's sting hidden in the dark and difficult to guard against.She has no contact with the outside world and is only responsible for internal rectification. Once she finds that someone has signs of betrayal, she will strangle the signs in the cradle.

The eunuch was stung by Tang Cu's words. Even though he knew that this was a master who had no control over his words, he was still angry. However, as a senior executive and at a young age, in order to maintain his dignity, he would laugh loudly from time to time. After a few blows, my back molars were almost broken.

Jun You seemed to have something else to tell the poisonous spider. Everyone except Sang Biao left. Everyone's faces were heavy and seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. Realizing the seriousness of this matter, they all stepped up their vigilance and started to pay attention to Yi Cao Yi. Mudu pays special attention to it.

Only Tang Cu looked happy. After returning to her residence, she asked her men to tie up a few men who could produce milk. She was curious about how men could produce milk. With a wave of her hand, she ordered people to take off the tops of these men. To open everyone's eyes, Tang Cu went over to take a look, then pinched and poked, and several men stepped back with shy faces.

Once or twice, Tang Cu thought that they were trying to resist but still wanted to welcome them, and that they were playing hard to get. But as soon as they happened more than once, he lost interest.

Tang Cu pouted:

"What are you pretending to be? I'm a master who usually shows off her breasts. Why are you starting to behave like a man now?"

"Sister Sweet and Sour, we are all grown men. It is embarrassing enough to produce milk like a woman, but you also sent people to capture us and play with us..." There was a strong man with a dark and red face. Shi lowered his eyes, a little shy: "We are really embarrassed."

"Hey, do you still have a sense of shame?"

Tang Cu sneered and said in a loud voice: "After giving birth to milk, I will let you know how to put on your clothes. This can be considered a good thing."

For Tang Cu, a happy person, this was a good thing, but for Ming Tan, it was not.

The former also asked a few people to play with milking and forced them to drink it themselves. These unlucky ones cried for a long time before swallowing. They all said that it was sour and greasy and was not breast milk, so Tang Cu was relieved. She was satisfied with her doubts.

The latter drew the curtains, and the door was closed during the day.

It was the most ordinary morning. Ming Tan woke up from the bed. He opened his sleepy eyes and washed up as usual until he was ready to go to the toilet. The moment he stood up straight, he touched an organ that shouldn't be on his body. , at that moment, Mingtan seemed to be frozen, his whole body was so stiff that it was extremely difficult to breathe.

He stood there for a long time.

After that, he went crazy and kicked everyone out.

Ming Tan took off his clothes and stood in front of the mirror. He looked at it intently, then grabbed the vase out of control and smashed the entire mirror.

He didn't know why it was like this.

He found the most powerful doctor on the island, who looked at him, shook his head with a wry smile, and left with a small medicine box on his back.Mingtan contacted the healing power user again, but the power user tried hard, but it still didn't help. When he was frustrated, Mingtan's body was trembling.

Overnight, he turned into this.

Mingtan definitely had to hide it. He couldn't be the laughingstock of others. Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn't have uncontrollable milk production like other men. He just had to wrap himself tightly and not take off his pants. , others will not know the disaster that happened to Mingtan.

He wanted to become the same as before, so he found Wu Huaiyu as soon as possible.

When he saw Wu Huaiyu, Mingtan suddenly found a channel to vent his grievances and depression. He stood upright and obedient in front of Xian'er, like an obedient dog, because that was the person he loved, and he didn't want to. Dare to be presumptuous, but Wu Huaiyu is different. Although Wu Huaiyu also occupies an important position in his heart, Wu Huaiyu loves him.

A person who is loved will feel confident.

Wu Huaiyu was tying wishing sticks on the locust tree in her small courtyard. Mingtan called her. She turned back and took two steps forward. The leaves touched her head. Mingtan took three steps and took two steps at a time. Holding Wu Huaiyu in his arms, he urgently needed warmth as support.

But when the wind blew up, I accidentally saw Wu Huaiyu’s wishing lotus floating:

'——I hope Atan will always be happy. ——'

At that moment, it was like being hit in the heart by a gun. Mingtan realized that he was a bastard. He had dealt such a heavy blow to Wu Huaiyu before, and he deserved to die.

Ming Tan's voice was choked. When she leaned on Wu Huaiyu's neck, her hair was as soft as tentacles tickling her. In the sight that Wu Huaiyu couldn't see, Ming Tan's eyes were slightly red, and her eyes were full of the feeling that she hadn't slept in the past two days. The red bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared, and the usually strong man now looked as weak as a well-behaved child:

"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry. I won't hit you again. You know I have bipolar disorder. I can't control myself. Don't blame me."

"If I treat you badly again in the future, you will kill me."

"OK?"

When he hits someone, he is furious and his facial features are distorted, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. Every time he waves his hand, you can clearly feel the killing intent in his eyes, and his uncontrollable emotions are like a monster that has run away from reason. , and Mingtan is the monster itself.

But at this time, he apologized with guilt, and made the most vicious oaths regardless of what he wanted to do to please others.

This isn't the first time he's done this.

He always does.

But this time, Wu Huaiyu was still the same as before. After receiving Mingtan's assurance, Naqiao succeeded in less than a minute. Instead, he held his hand with eyes filled with joy and satisfaction, as if he had saved a life. A flower blooming in the mud.

"Atan, I know everything."

Wu Huaiyu suddenly spoke, her drooped eyelids hiding the look in her eyes. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she hugged Mingtan. Her voice was soft. When she raised her head again, her eyes were full of heartache for Mingtan: "You don't have to Apologize, and you don’t have to apologize.”

Wu Huaiyu's voice was obviously gentle, but it made Mingtan frown subconsciously, and he could only catch the strange feeling in his heart.

Have you been nervous lately?

So much so that when facing Wu Huaiyu, everyone started to fight.

Mingtan ignored the discomfort in his heart and leaned on Wu Huaiyu's shoulder. Even though he deliberately lowered himself and acted out a painful scene, he could not hide the pride in his eyes.

Voila.

As long as he sheds a few tears, shows weakness and pretends to be pitiful, even if he loses control of his emotions several times and almost beats Wu Huaiyu to death, he will be forgiven.

Thanks to those few sayings.

A man bleeds but does not shed tears. A man is a good man. A man has gold under his knees. A man sheds tears but does not shed tears. It is just that he has not reached the point of sadness...

This kind of deified strength gives men a divine halo, as if they are indestructible and would rather break than bend, so their fragility is particularly precious. And the women who make them vulnerable begin to feel complacent that they are like chickens and dogs ascending to heaven.