School Flower Forced Marriage, My Writing Wheel Was Exposed

The whole air seemed to be stagnant, and the audience was filled with a chilling air.

The whole group of excited people froze in place, staring at the scene in front of them incredulously.

"Peng~!"

"Peng~!"

"Peng~!"

After a few muffled noises, the heads of those in the crowd who initially responded to Huayang branched the house instantly.

The blood spurted out like a fountain and directly wet the clothes of the people around.

The people around touched own's face and stared straight at the blood on their hands. It took a long time to react and they shouted in horror.

"Killed! Meng Hang, this lunatic, killed!"

The shrill screams exploded from the crowd, and the people who were sluggish and hadn't reacted instantly felt like they were fried.

The dense crowd cluttered in an instant, scrambling to squeeze out.

The faces of the fleeing crowd were pale, their lips trembled, and they were infinitely frightened.

The death of Hua Yang and several people in the crowd was too terrifying, and everyone thought that they kept saying that they were going to kill Meng Hang, which made everyone even more terrified, for fear that Meng Hang, a lunatic, would anger him.

"Run, run, this lunatic is sick again!"

The crowd became more and more chaotic, crowded and pushed.

Some slipped under their feet, fell to the ground, and were instantly engulfed by the crowd.

At this time, Meng Hang was like a flood, an earthquake, and people were terrified.

Ye Fan, who had already thought about how to torture Meng Hang at that time, had already lost the blood on his face, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

"Why? Why can he still use abilities?"

At this moment, Ye Fan's heart was already surging, and he saw this situation for the first time since his awakening ability.

"Yes! Yes! I know, this is a secret technique, not an ability!"

"That's why Huayang can't even take a single move."

Thinking of this, his heart calmed down a little.

"Meng Hang, you...you dare to kill innocent people in the street, don't you really want to put in one's eyes of the Imperial City Defense Team!"

"Innocent people? They know if they are innocent."

"Want to blame me on the moral paramount belt?"

"As long as I kill all those who accuse me, then I will be the one who stands at the highest moral point."

Meng Hang said it was an understatement, but the killing intent of Sen Han made Ye Fan shudder.

"Mad, lunatic, you're a total lunatic!"

Ye Fan pointed at him and cursed loudly, a sense of fear swept through his heart.

He now suddenly regrets wanting to play this cat-and-mouse game with Meng Hang.

Because he found out that Meng Hang is not only impossible to be a mouse, but can also become a mad tiger that has been hungry for more than ten days if he goes crazy, whoever will bite whoever will bite him.

"Meng Hang, die!"

To put it simply, he just wanted Meng Hang to die now.

But when the words in my heart came to my mouth, it turned into "woo woo woo~"

"how so!"

Ye Fan's scalp suddenly exploded, and bloodshot eyes began to appear in the whites of his frightened eyes.

At this moment, a piercing pain came from his lips, and he found that he couldn't open his mouth!

"Master, son, praise me!"

At this time, Luo on Meng Hang's shoulder excitedly asked for the credit.

Meng Hang nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Ye Fan with an inexplicable look, and walked towards him step by step.

Ye Fan was stared at by Meng Hang with such eyes, goose bumps appeared all over his body, and there was a urge to urinate.

Because this look is exactly the same as the look he "trained" him in the Tsukuyomi space at Meng Hang that day!

"Woooooooo~!"

Ye Fan stepped back in horror, then turned his head to run.

"Hey hey hey~"

"Hey hey hey~"

"Run~ You're running~"

"Yes! Run to the house! That way I can just let the entire Ye family be buried with you!"

Countless cold and creepy laughter echoed in his ears, as Tathagata summoned countless evil spirits from the eighteenth floor of The Underworld.

despair!

A despair with no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

The next second, the black robe Meng Hang came directly to Ye Fan like a ghost, and pinched Ye Fan's neck.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

"Run, why don't you run?"

Meng Hang's cold eyes, like Lion Majesty, stared at Ye Fan gloomily.

"Luo, open his mouth."

"But......"

"Nothing but!"

Luo felt a chill all over, he didn't dare to provoke Meng Hang, who had already killed the red eye, and obediently took back the Mental Energy silk thread that sewed Ye Fan's mouth.

"Hey hey, let's make a game, there will be punishment for mistakes~"

Hearing the word "punishment", Ye Fan's pupils shrank instantly, his mouth was tightly closed, and he did not dare to leave a gap.

Seeing him like this, Meng Hang raised his eyebrows.

"Good, that's it."

"I didn't let you talk, so don't talk~"

"Otherwise I'll think you're going to kill me, and you don't want to repeat what happened that day!"

Tears welled up in Ye Fan's eyes, shaking his head desperately.

"very good!"

Meng Hang nodded with satisfaction, and took out a pair of pliers from the Interspatial Ring.

Seeing this pair of pliers, not only Ye Fan, but also Luo, who is known for her tortured pervert, shuddered.

Meng Hang held Ye Fan's neck in his left hand and a huge pliers in his right hand, slowly approaching Ye Fan, and asked softly:

"How much is 1000-7?"

? ? ? ?

Hearing this question, Ye Fan and Luo were both stunned, not understanding why he asked that.

"what!!!!!"

A scream resounded through the sky, and the people who were still fleeing in shock couldn't help but stop and turned around to check.

What kind of injury can make people make such a shrill cry.

Everyone who turned back saw that Meng Hang's mouth was grinning to the base of his ears, his left hand was pinching Ye Fan's neck, and a bloody tooth was caught in the pliers of his right hand.

"Ah! Ah!!!!"

Ye Fan's eyes were red, and blood sprayed from time to time along with the screams.

He twisted frantically, trying to free himself from Meng Hang's clutches.

It's a pity that Meng Hang's left hand is like a pair of iron pliers, motionless.

Regardless of the terrified eyes from the crowd, Meng Hang whispered in Ye Fan's ear:

"If you don't answer, you're wrong, and you'll be punished~"

"How much is 1000-7?"

"Equal to 993!! Equal to 993!"

Ye Fan heard Meng Hang say this, he could no longer ignore the pain in his mouth, and shouted desperately.

Because he was too excited, the blood foam in his mouth sprayed Meng Hang's face directly.

Meng Hang didn't care either, just wiped it a few times.

This wipe not only didn't wipe the Bloodline clean, but got blood all over his face, making him more like a ghost crawling out of The Underworld.

"Hey hey hey~"

"continue!"

Meng Hang smiled happily, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"986!"

"continue!"

"978!"

"It's wrong~"

"Ah~!!!!"

"979! 979!"

"Well, go on."

"971!"

"Wrong again~"

"what!!!!"

"Meng Hang, I..."

"If you dare to say another word, I'll pull your tongue out!"

silence......

"Well, fine, go ahead!"

"Well, go on..."

(Damn, I wrote this chapter in a bad way, and I feel a little pervert. Should I keep some?? Or I'm afraid the book won't be able to keep it...)