Chapter 138 Despair

Wu Da looked happily at the scene in front of him. A lowly woman, a prostitute, finally became a murderer under the immediate pressure and her own inducement, and the means were so cruel that even in the eyes of the bloodthirsty god, there were some chills. Wu Da thought to himself that even now, if a person makes such a pre-death performance under his claws, he may let go of his hand and let the other party die in a more pleasant way, because there is no sound in this performance. Even in the eyes of God, there are some strange appearances.

Only the gods of the world of the dead like this kind of music and dance.

But this woman is still docile in the afternoon, only doing all kinds of pandering movements in her ** and pleasing herself with her soft body. But now, she has taken the mutilated limbs of her companion to kill another ally she had just hugged.

Their breasts were so close just now that it seemed that if they tried harder, the meat would burst. But now, there is only one of the three women held together, and the remaining two people, one has become her weapon and the other has become the sacrifice of her life. Isn't this plot and scene worth playing?

"I won." The woman let out a roar from her throat, which sounded a little disgusting with saliva and phlegm.

"Yes, you won." Wu Da nodded approvingly: "I didn't expect that you could defeat two people before the candle burned out. Of course, although one of them voluntarily gave up. How's it going? Does it hurt there? Wu Da pointed to her bitten breast (harmonious) head and her already bloody chest.

"It hurt a lot just now." When the woman said this, she actually had a little tears, and then tears flowed down. Her face was stained with blood, which caused the tears left to wash out two white paths in the blood, looking like a circus clown, and the blood on her body also lost the majesty of the winner and the horror of killing, and became like the red paint splashed on the raped man, which was similar to her crying. Related. How can a woman who really wins a war organized by God welcome victory with tears? This is really disgusting.

"But I can't feel it now." After the woman said this, tears also stopped flowing, leaving only the crystal tears on her chin flashing back and forth, echoing the distance on her chest - the bitten milk (harmonious) came out, and the blood that was still slowly flowing, which was also shining. It's just that the tears are crystal, and the blood is cloudy. One is pure and the other is dirty.

Wu Da suddenly thought that the real god should not accept blood as a sacrifice, because this sacrifice contains too many impure things. People can bleed for many things, for killing, for protection, for the sake of justice or evil, and even women will shed a little blood every month even if nothing happens. But that blood is undoubtedly the dirtiest. How can it appear as a sacrifice of God?

The real god should use tears as sacrifices. And the best and purest tears should be tears of despair. When people are desperate, they won't have time to wipe it. Only such tears are most willing to accept. As the god of the new world, Wu Da thought that only he could accept such a gift.

Otherwise, try it now. Just take the woman in front of you. Wu Da rubbed his hands excitedly.

Do you know why you can't feel it? This is the glory I gave you as God. Soon the injured part will heal, and even the bitten breast (harmonious) head will grow again. I still remember the taste of that thing. I also tasted it in the afternoon. It's a pity that there is no such a mellow thing. Wu Da shook his head slightly.

"That means..." The woman stared at Wu Da with wide eyes: "I can live, right? My body will be complete, and all of this will be like a nightmare, right? No, no, all this must be a dream. It must be because I left a woodcutter to tell stories to scare us that I had such a horrible dream. As long as I sleep now, everything will be fine, right? The woman's spirit was a little absent-minded, and her blood-stained smile really looked like a unique strange charm.

"If this is a dream." Wu Da raised his hands as if enjoying the worship of believers: "This is the most beautiful dream, a dream belonging to God. Have you ever seen God? Only heard in the story. If there is really a god, there is really a god who can judge everything. He can transform and regulate everything according to his thoughts. How can the world be so chaotic? Whether he represents justice or evil. Now, woman, you used to be a bitch, the most mean prostitute, a bitch who has been fucked by thousands of people, and through your own efforts, you have obtained the qualification to follow me. You will follow the only god in the new world to witness the magic that only God can have and create. Wu Da stretched out a hand and made an invitation. He showed a smile on his face, that kind of sincere smile. Wu Da believes that after watching the bloody room, the woman will definitely feel very kind to this smile. She will not be able to control the weakness in her heart and reach out to accept her invitation.

She can't refuse God's invitation, and no one can.

Sure enough, the woman began to move, and her lips trembled slightly. She must have wanted to say something to thank God but didn't know how to speak. It must be like this. Wu Da saw young women who burned incense and worshipped Buddha in the temple. They also read words like this when burning incense, and their mouths trembled softly. Wu Da wanted to hear what they were talking about more than once, but he couldn't get close to them. The trembling lips became the most beautiful thing in Wu Da's mind. Pan Jinlian never brought him such mystery, but Wu Da saw it today. And this prayer that shakes his lips must be for himself.

This is also the offering that God should have! Wu Da stretched his hand a little more in the direction of the woman, and he made his expression more determined. Yes, expressions are sometimes more vivid than words. Because what is said represents a promise, and God can't lie.

However, the expression is not necessarily made. How can mortals understand the meaning of God's expression? God only acts according to his own will and does not take into account the feelings of mortals.

Finally, the woman couldn't help stretching out Wu Da's hand**, took a step and ran to Wu Da. But Wu Da was still a little far from the bed. The woman stood by the bed and stretched out her hand desperately, and she was still a little close to getting Wu Da. The desire in her eyes is really intoxicating.

Wu Da was moved by this look. He took a slight step in the direction of the woman so that the woman could grab his hand. After seeing Wu Da's movements, the woman did not stop and suddenly grabbed Wu Da's hand, as if holding the last life-saving straw. Wu Da could feel the strength of her fingers, which was strangled on Wu Da's hand like a steel bar, and the strength of this woman's hand was quite strong.

In addition to the little warmth of life and hope, there is also the coldness and tremor with fear and cowardice.

Wu Da looked into the woman's eyes and nodded affirmatively, which should be the best encouragement for her. Then he pulled his hand into his arms slightly, signaling the woman to come down from **. At this time, ** has been soaked with blood. Every time the woman steps down, there will be some blood bubbles in the small hole of the sheet, and it will make an indescribable sound. The sound seems to be the most desperate cry of countless creatures, and also the most hysterical worship of the god in their hearts.

The woman's feet standing by the bed finally began to move. She slowly bent down and stepped out as if to step down from **. That ** is so dirty that Wu Da can clearly see that the woman doesn't want to sit **.

Yes, Wu Daxiang. If the woman sits in **, the hole for people to do will definitely be soaked in the blood, and maybe she will suck a lot of blood. The woman will also feel very disgusting, but she once thought that the blood of ** came from herself and the two women who had just hugged her. They held so tightly just now, without nausea but intimacy, squeezing the most beautiful breasts together, but now, when the other party's blood and her own blood came out, she didn't even want to touch the blood from the body of the martyrs by inserting the dirtiest hole for a hundred people to do.

These foolish people have no love and pity for each other, but only the killing and cruelty disguised under kindness, and the deep disgust between them. And these foolish people's instincts are constantly verifying God's words: blood is dirty, and blood is even dirtier than the dirty hole.

Then, God needs to verify that tears are pure, and desperate tears are the purest. Wu Da couldn't help licking his lips when he thought that he was about to taste the purest and purest sacrifice.

Just as the woman was about to take a step out of bed, Wu Da suddenly squeezed the woman's hand and pulled it down. The pull is not large, but it is very sudden. Just after experiencing the life-and-death struggle, some trance women are getting out of bed with concentration. How can they react to this? So he immediately lost his balance, fell from ** and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

The blood splashed on the ground sprayed on Wu Da, and Wu Da shook his clothes in disgust.

The woman quickly retreated from her trance and turned over on the ground and stood up. Although her movements were fast, it was inevitable that blood still contaminated her whole body. Even her garlic-like toes were immersed in the blood, leaving only the blood-polluted no longer white instep and calves, which were still standing like green onions.

The woman looked flustered and was afraid that she would do something wrong. She looked at Wu Da, and Wu Da gave her a positive expression, to be precise, a smiling face.

The woman's panicked look gradually calmed down. Master, shall we leave now? Can I wear a dress?

Wu Da nodded slightly. Sure enough, he was a cheap embryo, and he didn't wait for himself to say that he was a slave. Yes, I just said that the winner of the duel will become the slave of God, and this little woman will enter the role very quickly. If her body is innocent, not such a dirty prostitute and so sensible, maybe it's really good to make her a slave to God. In this way, I can listen to Liu Lin's report while letting her lick (harmoniously) what's under me and include all the work, so that the boring report will also be more interesting. Wu Da thought happily.

But unfortunately, you are just a prostitute. And it's still a prostitute without a breast (harmonious) head. When I see you, I will only feel nauseous. I don't know if such a disgusting body can condense the purest tears of despair? Wu Da became more and more curious.

The woman opened the cabinet in the room, where there were some clothes. The cabinet was not broken during the fight, so the clothes inside were still shiny. The woman put on her clothes, and it can be seen that she really wants to dress herself decently. After slowly wearing blasphemy clothes, and even the wounds on her body dye the blasphemy clothes red, she will tirelessly change another one. She didn't stop moving until the wound was no longer bleeding so much and the blood spots on the clothes would only be faint. Then there are trousers and coats. Her hair was scattered. She tried to comb her hair again, but the mirror on the dresser had been spilled with blood and was almost invisible, and the comb fell into a pool of blood. The woman took a look and stopped her hand movements.

As for shoes and socks, she didn't look for them. Wu Da didn't know whether it was because there was nothing in the room or whether the woman was used to soaking barefoot in blood and forgetting that it could protect the garlic-like toes.

Finally, after a long wait, the woman finally put on her clothes and walked to Wuhan University: "Master, we can go. The slave has been dressed.

Where are your shoes? Are you going to leave with me barefoot?" Wu Da asked the doubts in his heart.

"This is not my room, no my shoes. They are all wrapped around their feet, but I don't, so I can't wear their shoes. Maybe it's because I didn't wrap my feet that I could live to the end and become the slave of my master. When the woman narrated, she was no longer afraid of just now, but a little complacent.

This pride is based on the death of five people. Five people in the same room died, and only she can live. Although the future will be predictable to live like a dog, what could be worse than that for a prostitute who lives worse than a dog? What can be compared with living, this kind of **?

"So it is." Wu Da nodded. He had heard of this kind of foot-stalking thing. It was only done by girls from rich families, but how could girls from rich families go to such a place? This world is really not good. So it seems that this woman who doesn't tangle her feet also comes from a poor family? Isn't it? Pan Jinlian doesn't have her feet. Is she a poor family? Don't be funny, her previous life was so colorful.

However, Wu Da suddenly thought that although Pan Jinlian's description of girlhood life sounded unreachable and drunk in the past, it seemed to be a little worse than her life after becoming the owner of Guihua Tower. It turns out that the real rich man lives like this. He is a rich man in the true sense and enjoys the richest life.

Wu Da didn't say anything, but stood at the door and stretched out his hand to signal that the woman could go out. This room was full of a strong bloody smell, like hellish blood and fear. When the woman came to the door, Wu Da clearly saw the look of hope from her side face, which was the hope that could continue to live.

Then, the moment the woman raised her leg and stepped over the threshold, part of her foot seemed to have crossed, because a drop of blood dripped from her toes, and the blood fell outside the threshold. However, the expression of hope on the woman's face suddenly stopped. Wu Da jumped up gently, holding the woman's chin with one hand, and the other hand clenched her fist and hit the back of her head. With a crisp sound like smashing walnuts, the woman's body collapsed.

Wu Da heard Wu Song say that if he could hit the back of the enemy's head with one blow, he would die. However, at this moment before death, the deceased's consciousness was still awake. However, the deceased could no longer control his body to do any activity, so he could only collapse and die completely in the next few blinks.

The woman's body did not think outside the door, but fell back into the door, because Wu Da deliberately held her chin. She couldn't sell this hell when she died. Maybe she took a little step. Of course, this is also because she doesn't have feet. The woman's feet are not so long. If this woman can still talk, she will be proud of this.

Then, Wu Da saw that the face of the woman lying in the pool of blood was polluted by blood, and only in the eyes of her left eye were still clean. From there, a tear slowly oozed out.

These are the tears of despair, and Wu Da is a little excited. He climbed on her body, stretched out his tongue, and gently licked this precious tear into his mouth for a long aftertaste, which is the purest sacrifice of God.

Then Wu Da stood up and shook the blood on his body, which also made his clothes a little dirty, but it doesn't matter. As a rich man, he can change into the best silk and satin after arriving at the Osmanthus Building. More importantly, Wu Da knows that he is the unparalleled god of the new world, because he has enjoyed purer sacrifices than other gods.