Six Hundred and Sixty-Three, Let You Laugh

An Ran realized that she was already very, very low-key. In this rich man, during the entire massacre, An Ran behaved no differently from ordinary women. Yang Ziyi and the other men didn't like her at all. Can't die?

"Because only when you die, the real An Ran will disappear!"

As soon as Yang Zi walked in front of An Ran, he raised the sharp knife in his hand, and when he was about to stab it, the knife in his hand stopped in the air. ~~щww~suimеng~lā..

Behind him, the companion felt that something was wrong, and walked a few steps forward, but An Ran, who should have been kneeling and begging for mercy, suddenly spoke again:

"I didn't hear it very well. Look, you are all pretty good. There are two of you in military uniforms. They are all soldiers, right? Let me ask you again. You helped Chen Chaofa to kill me. Why?"

"You are stupid!!!" Zhao Ru on the side ran over with a few pursuers, walked around a few low tables, and shouted at An Ran: "If you die, Chen Chaofa can change into your appearance , order Fatty to let all of them out!!!"

"Oh." An Ran suddenly realized, "I see, I am so famous, but since you have already inquired so clearly, why don't you know how powerful I am?"

There are only a few mortal bodies, none of them are gold-type superpowers. Who gave them the confidence to run out and die safely?

"Your plants are no longer under your control."

It was another man who spoke, who came forward with a face full of confidence. Then, he looked at Yang Ziyi beside him, and found that his officer was still holding a sharp knife, motionless, so the man Looking back at An Ran again, he said:

"Our investigation of you is very clear. Apart from your husband, what else can you rely on now? This woman beside you? How is it?"

He smiled, and pointed at Zhao Ru who had already run to An Ran's side. To be honest, even if Zhao Ru had two or three hits, he was only trained in the society, and it was nothing compared to those who were beaten by iron in the army. Zhao Ru paid attention to it.

Smiling and laughing, the man was speechless. Occasionally, he glanced sideways and saw Yang Ziyi beside him holding a sharp knife, his mouth suddenly opened unnaturally, and his gray temples stretched out. , unexpectedly opened a white flower.

The flowers are very white, just like the snow falling from the sky, the white is almost transparent, and there is a faint feeling of an orchid in an empty valley. However, the more beautiful the flower, the bloodier the place where it grows, and soon, the mouth The man who grew flowers in the garden began to sprout all over his body, and the skin on his face was like dry and cracked land, covered with tender green buds.

"I think you guys still forgot one thing. Although I have lost control over normal plants, mutated plants have never been under my control."

An Ran smiled happily. Behind her back, a fat tongue suddenly knocked open the floor tiles, rushed up, dripping mucus, on the top of An Ran's head, stretched out its claws like an octopus to those men. Flesh flower petals.

A whistle sounded, echoing in the hall on the first floor for a long time.

"Let me introduce, it's called meat flower."

An Ran tilted her head, towards those men who looked almost in a daze, and solemnly gestured to the meat flower behind her,

"Because the food is relatively scarce, it grows a bit slowly. It took two or three days to grow here from the east of the river. Sorry, I made you laugh!"