Goblins: Starting from a bad simulation

Esubno Forest.

Zheng Shuang looked at Sean, who had recovered his strength in front of him, sensing the connection that still existed, and his expression was complicated.

The experiment was a success.

As long as the slave collar is in effect, no matter how the slave's strength changes, he will not get rid of the collar's control.

Although this result is a good thing for Zheng Shuang, he still feels a little unreal.

After all, compared to the Warcraft promotion plan that he hadn't implemented yet, this improvised and shoddy plan was not a planned plan at all, and it was unlikely to succeed in theory.

At least Zheng Shuang didn't think he could succeed.

"There is an inexplicable sense of frustration that the slave collar that is so easy to draw is so operable. "

Zheng Shuang touched his nose.

However, the success of this idea is still a good thing after all, Zheng Shuang did not dwell on it anymore, and immediately let Wiegand also claim to be magical.

"Yes, your Excellency, little Wiegand will do it right away!"

Wiegand hesitated for less than a second, and a slightly flattering smile appeared on his old face.

Sean couldn't believe it, but when he noticed the wound on Wiggan's cheek and the red sword floating above his head, he suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that the glimmer of light that appeared before was this sword.

As Wiegand's eighth-level magic was completely sealed, the slave collar was successfully worn around his neck.

Zheng Shuang was not surprised by this.

There is no difference between vindictiveness and magic power for slave collars, and since Sean can successfully wear it after sealing his strength, then Wiegand will not be an exception.

As Master Wiegand completed his oath, Zheng Shuang's strongest subordinate also became this eighth-order wind mage.

When Zheng Shuang brought Sean and Wiegand to Teshapi, the face of the marquis's son was instantly as pale as paper.

"I ...... I'm Shapi Teshapi, son of the Marquis of Shapi, and you can't kill me, and you can't put that collar on me!"

Perhaps it was the family pride in his heart that suddenly overshadowed the desire to survive, and Te Shapi did not kneel down and beg Zheng Shuang to accept him, but began to threaten without weight like a standard mentally retarded.

"Shut up, I ask, you answer.

Say one more unnecessary word, and I'll cut off one of your fingers, and if you understand, you will nod, or you will die now. "

Zheng Shuang's brows furrowed slightly, and he said lightly.

Between the words, the Red Death Sword had already flown over, and the sharp sword qi stabbed Te Shapi in pain.

The courage in his heart suddenly dissipated without a trace, and he covered his mouth and nodded.

At this time, the son of the marquis suddenly reacted very clearly, Zheng Shuang, who was standing in front of him, was different from everyone he had been in contact with before.

He really doesn't care about his identity, and he doesn't take human life seriously.

No matter how many earth-shattering things Zheng Shuang did in front of Teshapi, the effect was not as direct as putting the sword directly on his neck.

Xiong on the side was even more at a loss, not knowing what to do, but she didn't dare to do anything casually.

Zheng Shuang has never shown any special emotions to her, what if she rashly makes any moves and lets Zheng Shuang cut her off with a sword?

Xiong didn't want to die so worthless, so he could only stand silent.

However, Zheng Shuang's first question directly involved her.

"What is her relationship with you, and what is her identity?".

Xiong looked at Zheng Shuang pointing at his fingers, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Are you asking him?

This is obviously asking me!

A premonition of humiliation came to Teshapi's mind, but he hesitated, his mouth twitched slightly, and answered the question honestly.

"Xiong is my fiancée, the eldest daughter of the Earl of White. "

Zheng Shuang waited for a few seconds, but did not wait for more detailed information, and immediately hooked his fingers with a cold face.

The Red Death Sword instantly turned into a sword light, and slashed through Teshapi's hand without hindrance.

The index finger of his right hand was severed at the root, and a piercing pain instantly rushed straight to his head, and he let out a miserable cry.

"Ah!!h

Whew!

This time, the middle finger is gone.

Tessapi clutched his right hand and rolled on the ground in pain, screaming louder and more miserable.

"Again, where will the finger be cut after cutting? I don't think you want to know. "

In the extreme pain, Zheng Shuang's voice came into Teshapi's ears as clearly as a demon, and he was so frightened that he lost the slightest other thought, and hurriedly endured the pain and covered his mouth.

While nodding his head, tears flowed from his eyes.

"That's right, now I'll tell you what was wrong.

I said I wanted to tell me her identity, but you didn't even tell me the basic information about the strength level and career, which is also the end of it?

Originally, I just wanted to cut a finger to give you a long memory, but I didn't expect that just this little injury would make you can't help but shout, so I can't only cut your finger again?

After all, I promised you before, I still count, son of the Marquis, do you think I am right?"

Zheng Shuang's smiling appearance fell into the eyes of Teshapi, but it was terrifying and indescribable, and he could only nod his head in pain.

"Goddess of Light, this must be a dream, and when I wake up, will I be able to return to my normal life?"

Tishapi prayed in despair.