The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi sneered and put the remaining spar into the storage ring. The remaining spar left only about three million yuan, and Zhang Dezhong actually lost two million in two days.

Because the spirit was hypnotized, Zhang Dezhong was lying in the same place, the whole person seemed to be stupid, and the corner of his mouth was still drowning. Because of the extreme fear, the urine that was pulled out was stinking, making him look more like the street. Still miserable.

Tunxi looked at him without any disgust in his eyes, but it was like a hard-toned blade, and it was shining with purple eyes.

The palm of the hand was lightly attached to the back of Zhang Dezhong. The internal force rushed and vomited. The shadowless needle that was originally stuck in Zhang Dezhong’s brain flew back into her hands.

Almost at the same moment, she had a dagger in her hand, speeding up and down quickly across Zhang Dezhong's body meridians and throat.

Time, blood squirting, mourning the sky.

Yes, Zhang Dezhong woke up, and he looked at Tunxi with horror. There was no bitterness in his eyes, only despair and prayer.

Tunxi will also hold the **** dagger in front of his eyes, gently touch the blood beads above, and smile indiscriminately: "General Manager Zhang, are you not interested in selling people as slaves? Today, I am Let you taste it for yourself."

"Ah-! ah--!" General Manager Zhang wants to scream for mercy, but he finds that he can't make any sound at all, and the body whose muscles are cut off is completely unable to move.

The smile of Tunxi is even more splendid, even if she still has a sallow camouflage on her face, it looks so bright and beautiful. "Is it scared to see the blood of this place? Don't worry, you are a repairer, the body has spiritual power. Nourish, this little injury will not make you fatal at all. However, your meridians have been cut off by me. I don’t want to move in this life, don’t want to talk.”

Zhang’s eyes are as violent as a dead fisheye. The whole person is twitching because of frightening despair. His eyes are full of prayers, as if to say: Kill me! kill me!

"General Manager Zhang is not in a hurry. You didn't kill me at the beginning. How can I be willing to kill you? Are you worried that you will become a waste person? If you go to the hog market, you can't sell it? Oh, how come?"

Tunxi smiled and walked in front of the two steps. He looked at him with a condescending look. He spoke out words that drove him into the abyss. "There are many people in the piglet market who want to use the body of the military to do various experiments. Some people need it. Support such a 'hog' as a carrier to remove impurities and toxins from spar and sap in yourself. Mr. Zhang will only need to be raised in bed for the rest of your life, and someone will wait for it. Shouldn't you thank me for finding a place for you? Is such a good home?"

Because the aura in the air is thin, the warriors need to use the spar and the spiritual plant to improve the repair, but most of the spar and the sapling contain impurities and toxins, so they cannot be used without restriction. They must absorb and remove the impurities in the body. Of course, it will affect the body of the warrior and slow down the pace of cultivation.

Therefore, some rich people have come up with the concept of "hog", let the "hog" absorb the aura in the spar, take the poisonous plant with the toxin, and the owner will directly absorb the aura from the "hog". There is no trouble and speed up the practice.

As for the "hog" slaves who have accumulated a lot of impurities and toxins in the body, how painful and miserable they are, they are not considered by the host.

Zhang Dezhong grew up with a squeaking noise in his mouth, leaving murky blood and tears in his eyes, but it was already gray.

He didn't think of it, just a moment of greed, let him fall to the end! I knew early... I knew...