Quick Wear: The villain is a heartthrob, and the boss can't stand it

Chapter 366 When the Doll Becomes a Heartthrob (4)

The soft snake that was lying on the ground just now suddenly coiled up like a mosquito coil and jumped towards Sheng Wuming. Its long back revealed fear and criticism of his words.

How can there be such cruel human beings in the world?

No wonder Lian Sui Xiaoyu slept so obediently in his palm, only daring to wink at him secretly.

I don’t know whether the owner can chop him up or not. When the time comes, he will be the first to taste the blood and flesh of the evildoer.

Wait until the soul of this evil man is stuffed into a doll, and then thrown to Sui Xiaoyu to enslave.

Simply perfect!

Qi Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at the little black snake, which had suddenly become so majestic for some reason. He felt itchy on his fingertips and wanted to pinch the snake's head and start rubbing it.

It’s best to rub it until it’s dizzy.

The scales on the back of the black snake coiled around Sheng Wuming's wrist felt cold, and its pointed head turned back to stare at Qi Zhao, its tongue spitting out continuously.

Ignoring its threat, Qi Zhao's gaze darted around the scene where everyone had strangely stopped, "Detoxify, or I'll turn this puppet festival of yours into a flop."

Sheng Wuming's eyes, without any emotion, were fixed on his face, and his downcast brows seemed to be filled with a storm.

The next second, the little doll lying in Qi Zhao's palm suddenly stopped holding his fingers tightly, rolled around twice, and fell into a sound sleep.

Stretch out your arms and legs, and cover your belly with your hair.

Remember his words well.

The corners of his straight mouth subconsciously rose, and Sheng Wuming's murderous intent disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his eyes and took two drops of blood from the belly of the black snake. With a flick of his finger, they split into countless tiny droplets that merged into the tasker's brow.

After he turned and left, the disappeared village chief reappeared, clapping his hands as if nothing had happened, "The puppet festival has begun, everyone should enjoy it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the neatly arranged dolls suddenly seemed to be injected with some kind of vitality, and the eyelids made of thinly shaved wood were blinking realistically.

“Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka”

There was a sound of wood rubbing against each other, and before they could react, the scene before them turned into a bustling scene of stalls selling goods.

What was placed there was nothing else but pieces of human tissue.

A broken finger, a freshly plucked ear from someone's head, an almost transparent eyeball...

And so on.

The villagers saw them and waved and shouted at them.

"Come and take a look. This is a new product in our village. Buy one and take it back as a backup. You never know when something breaks!"

This is really confusing to hear.

Suri took two steps back, moving closer to the tasker, and felt a little safer.

"No," she forced a smile, "we don't have any money at the moment."

"Hey, why do you need money? You are our guests when you come to the Puppet Village. You can take whatever you want."

The enthusiastic lady picked up an eyeball, which was covered with dense blood vessels, as if it had just been taken out of someone's eye socket.

A large, bony hand casually took it, pinched the eyeball and tossed it up and down, "Thanks, give me another one of each."

It’s Qi Zhao.

His short, slightly curly black hair covered his forehead. His previous reckless look seemed to be just an illusion. Now he looked particularly amiable.

The saleswoman paused and looked him up and down with sidelong glances.

I don't know if she was intimidated by the way he negotiated with the strange man just now, or if she was just so enthusiastic, but she actually gave him a copy.

I put it in a bag and tied a pink bow with gold powder on it.

Qi Zhao slightly bent his fingertips and calmly pushed the bow towards his palm, then he felt a slight pulling force coming from the bottom of his fingertips.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the "Hey woo" and "Hey woo" sounds of people trying to tear the bow apart.