Chapter 1431

In my words, I almost sentenced the bald head to death.

The bald head is like crazy. He cries for his father and mother. He doesn't even care when the soil comes to his mouth.

I've been begging for mercy.

"OK, stop." I smiled and asked Yijiao to stop them. Then several people went over with flashlights and squatted on the side.

"Bald, will you spare your life and let you do anything?" I said.

Baldheaded, thinking that things had turned for the better, nodded madly: "brother Wen, as long as you can spare my life, I'll do whatever you want me to do!"

"Whose mobile phone can record videos?" I asked back.

Brother Yijiao gave me his mobile phone first: "brother Wen, use mine."

I took my cell phone and said, "from now on, you scold boss Wang as much as it sounds."

"What..." he thought he had heard wrong.

"Damn, brother Wen made you scold the boss, you don't understand!" Wang Peng threw shovel in and hit him.

He nodded vigorously: "I understand, I understand."

Now as long as he doesn't kill his bald head, he is willing to let him and men do that kind of thing.

"But just scolding is not fun. You have to be real, or boss Wang can't believe it!" I thought and said.

The bald head nodded like a fool.

I asked Wang Peng to pull him up. Then I found a place with relatively good light and switched my mobile phone to video mode.

"Well, let's start. Don't let me down, or I may change my mind," I said.

The bald head and cold sweat are about to fall down. Let him scold boss Wang. This is the most difficult thing for him to say in his life.

"Boss Wang, I'm Cao NIMA..." baldheaded and reluctantly began to scold.

"Grass! Let you speak more seriously. You don't understand! Who is perfunctory here!" Wang Peng scolded.

The bald man was so frightened that he quickly changed the opening: "boss Wang, although I'm your little brother, I'm not convinced. I want to grass you..."

"Well, it's interesting, but not yet! It's not real enough!" Wang Peng commanded nearby.

At the moment, the bald head has used everything he has learned in his life. His head is turning rapidly. He is thinking about how to please me and Wang Peng and how to keep his life!

Under Wang Peng's cold eyes, he spoke slowly again: "Boss Wang, I'm going to tell you a secret today. When you didn't go home that night, I played with your woman, the one in Tianshui villa. That woman is so exciting. I'm not satisfied with it after twice. She also played with her mouth. The woman also told me that you like to play in the back. I'm Cao NIMA B. your taste is OK, but I can play more than you, old man Zi also played behind her and spent the whole night... "

Baldheaded, it's really used what I've learned in my life.

Now the bald head itself is nervous. When we say this, we are worried that we will be beaten. The expression we want and dare not want makes us feel funny.

But the bald acting is OK. If you go to a funny talent show, you should win a prize.

After a while, his bald face turned blue.

If boss Wang hears these words, he must not peel off his skin!

But he can't help it. Now in order to save his life, he can only make up stories.

These are all his fantasies. He hasn't stopped fantasizing since he met his little lover with boss Wang last time.

I think the bald man said almost. Put away the mobile phone.

Wang Peng and his colleagues took over the phone and enjoyed it with a smile.

"Brother Wen, can you spare me now?" the bald head asked warily at this time.

I looked at him, and all I could see from his face was fear.

"Throw him in ~" I said faintly.

Baldheaded, I couldn't believe what I heard. He shouted at me like crazy: "Zhang Wen, how can you not keep your word! Did you come out to mix!"

I smiled: "don't worry, of course I mean what I say. I said to spare your life, but I didn't say to let you go. Don't worry, I won't kill you!"

"..." bald and speechless.

I told them to bury their bald bodies and expose their heads.

Soon, the bald head was like a budding flower bud, which was' planted 'on the ground by us.

The body was deeply buried in the soil.

I think it's almost done. I winked at Wang Peng and went to smoke by myself.

The smile on Wang Peng's face slowly condensed, squatted down and took out the knife.

The tip of the knife scratched on the bald head: "I heard that when people are buried in the soil, their blood is compressed. As long as I prick the blood vessels on your head now, your blood will spray out! It looks like a fountain. It's very beautiful."

The bald head must have peed and turned pale.

"Brother Peng, please let me go."

Shua~

Wang Peng didn't want to listen to his nonsense at all. He directly scratched a knife on his head.

But only blood flowed down the bald head and didn't gush out at all.

Wang Peng scratched his head: "grass, it must be the wrong place."

Then he began to look for it on his bald head with the tip of his knife. After a while, it was another knife.

The bald man screamed, his voice was hoarse, and he was still howling hard.

It feels like going to the hospital for infusion. The needle was picked on your skin, but I didn't go in for a long time. After going in, I said it was wrong and pulled it out again.

This feeling is worse than being stabbed twice.

Now every moment is painful for the bald head.

In the twinkling of an eye, Wang Peng had made several cuts in his head, and the blood gurgled down his head. The whole head was like a blood gourd.

He was already numb, and he was still begging for mercy.

Wang Peng seems a little unhappy. Looking at his eyes, I know he wants to kill his bald head again.

I waved to him to leave.

Wang Peng just glanced at his bald head and was unwilling to come over.

Behind him came the scream of bald head: "brother Wen, don't leave me here! Help!"

I leaned against the door, found a number from my mobile phone, gave it to brother Yijiao, told him to tell boss Wang the location of the bald head tomorrow morning, asked him to receive it, and then sent the video to him.

Brother Yijiao happily agreed.

If you want to defeat a person, it is not enough to use fists. Psychological attack is the biggest blow to him.

Like a bald head, he will remember it all his life.

He spent a night alone on the mountain like a stump. He must be able to write a novel when he goes back.

This feeling must be quite exciting.