Chapter 850: My dad is half-holy

Zheng Jian panicked... subconsciously swallowing a spit, the body's sense of amplitude became stronger and stronger.
No one can calmly face death.
Not to mention the young and big like Zheng Jian...
Don’t look like you’re pretending to be like a person on weekdays. In fact, you are really going to be violently attacked.
It is appropriate to counsel at this moment.
"Huh... Didn't Zheng Dashao touch the porcelain just now?"
"Right, seems to hurt your brain? Not easy to use?"
"You talk about what is bad to learn, you have to learn how to touch porcelain...and it's still not so good..."
"At least you are professional in touch porcelain... like this, get some real blood..."
Qi Tian said while holding a long sword directly and stabbed the sword fiercely in the chest.
The guy just squeezed the blood bag here just now and released the blood of the black dog.
"what……"
"Ahhh... Qitian! You're crazy! How dare you... you dare to stab me! I... I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
Zheng Jian was covered with cold sweat on his forehead. While talking, he stared fiercely at Qitian, his eyes showing endless resentment.
"Huh...I'm teaching you the correct way to touch porcelain!"
"When you touch porcelain, you must be professional and professional!"
"Unprofessionals like you, looking awkward!"
"Listening to your tone, it seems that you have a good spirit? Then another sword!"
Ting...
The long sword pierced Zheng Jian's left leg directly and cut the leg bone.
The bellows of Hestry came again...
"Aooo..."
"Ah..."
"Don't...don't..."
"Let me go! Qitian! My dad is half-holy! You... you dare to treat me like this, you won't live long! All of you have to die! You have to count one, you have to die..."
Zheng Jian's scalp was tingling, but his mouth was still stubborn.
auzw.com Qi Tian's face showed a touch of sarcasm.
Still looking for death?
It's just that Qi Tian at the moment doesn't have much patience...
Qi Tian then put the long sword directly on Zheng Jian's neck...
The cold blade touch made Zheng Jian frightened...
Then there was a lot of sweat on his forehead...
"You...what do you want to do..."
"I... I advise you not to be impulsive!"
"Dare you kill me, you can't live!"
Zheng Jian gritted his teeth, the double strands were already trembling.
The sword in Qi Tian's hand slowly began to penetrate... A ray of blood slowly flowed out, flowing along Zheng Jian's neck to his chest and even his legs and soles.
The warm blood mixed with the cold sweat on the body, there is an indescribable sticky feeling.
Goo...
Zheng Jian swallowed, and his body softened completely...
"Don't kill me...please! I'm wrong! I'm really wrong! I don't dare anymore! You just treat me as a fart... treat me as a fart!"
Zheng Jian's head knocked on the ground, and his head was like pounding garlic.
Qi Tian's sword is just placed on Zheng Jian's neck...
"So, did you learn the correct way to touch porcelain?"
Qi Tian spoke quietly, with a sense of humor.
"Learn...learned...ah...no...no...no, I will never dare..."
Zheng Jian was sweating at the moment, his clothes were soaked completely, a pool of deep yellow liquid appeared on the ground, and there was a smelly smell in the air.
Qi Tian frowned, kicking Zheng Jian to the ground with one foot.
What's special... so intimidating?
Where is this? Just pee?
Can it be more disgusting? Qi Tian speechless.
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