When the live broadcast of Kuaichuan is in progress

Chapter 343 Su Daji Who Wants to Subvert ([-])
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With the luck of the family and the country of the entire Great Shang Dynasty for more than 20 years, how could she, a little fox demon, be able to do nothing.

Didn't see it, even Nuwa was deterred, and instead chose such a roundabout way.

Ugh……

If you can't kill Di Xin, why can't you toss and toss?

Who made this little fairy cowardly is engraved in her bones.

"Aifei, you are really ugly."

Di Xin frowned when he saw Sheng Ge floating in front of him, and said solemnly.

"It's really ugly..."

As if afraid that Sheng Ge would not believe it, Di Xin emphasized it again.

"The eyes are still the same eyes, the nose is still the same nose, the mouth is still the same mouth, even the length of the hair has not changed, but..."

"But it's ugly."

Di Xin stretched out his hand to trace Sheng Ge's eyebrows and eyes lightly, and said in detail.

Shengge: "..."

That's enough...

Ugly is ugly, do we need to emphasize it over and over again?
She has self-knowledge, how could she, a cowardly little fairy, be as charming as Su Daji, the thousand-year-old monster.

"Your Majesty, can you shut up?"

Shengge gritted his teeth.

"It's even uglier..."

Hearing this, Sheng Ge let out a long sigh of relief, then stretched out his hand and tapped Di Xin's forehead, a red light flickered on his fingertips.

Those who are not afraid of death should feel the pain of self-immolation.

Tut tut...

Don't say she is vicious, she is a little fairy with a fairy air.

I don't know that there are so many ways to die, why did Di Xin choose to self-immolate?

Swallowed by fire bit by bit, burning, crackling...

Could it still smell like barbecue?
Then let you say that this little fairy is ugly.

Shengge casually threw Di Xin on the soft couch, and when he heard Di Xin's head hit the armrest, he frowned viciously.

Well, it's good to be stupid.

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Lingling Seven Strings: I don't know when the anchor will show her elegant side. She is obviously a thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox who is all over the country and the city. She is as beautiful as a picture, but she holds a rough man with one hand, and then throws it down lightly. emmmmm... the anchor, you are really ruining others.

If you walk too wavy, your waist will flash: Miss Ben basically has no expectations for the anchor.I wouldn't be surprised even if the anchor is now performing a big boulder in the chest.

Jackal with female cat: the one that undresses?
Walking too wavy will flash your waist: Is there any kind of boulder in the chest that does not need to be shirtless?
Beicheng Nansheng: Yoyo, I didn't expect you to be such a big brother...

Dimly lit place: The drinker is not interested in wine.

If you walk too rough, you will flash your waist: emmmmm, what kind of people are these, Miss Ben's 40-meter-long machete hacked you to death.

Lingling Seven Strings: So fierce... So fierce...

Shengge raised his eyebrows, and the glass bastards in the live broadcast room became more and more familiar with speaking colored words.

Daji can be called a confidante who is a disaster, a witch who is a disaster to the country, so naturally she must have good looks and a good figure.

The stars in the sky are shining brightly: anchor, what did you do.Why did Di Xin look so painful, as if he was raped...

Anchor: Civilized speech, happy you and me.

Shengge felt that she had nothing to do, and she should give a lesson in ideological education to the glass bastards in the live broadcast room.

As for the content, let's use the things from the thinking textbook.

Fortunately, this little fairy has a good memory and still remembers some.

Shengge was struggling with the glass bastards in the live broadcast room, but Di Xin was experiencing the burning fire, watching himself being burned into coke.

Di Xin, caught in the illusion created by Shengge, watched the fire that he personally lit devoured him little by little, and all the calmness, calmness, and quietness of waiting for death disappeared.

It must be mentioned that the unscrupulous Shengge enhanced the pain in the illusion.

Heh, she didn't believe that Di Xin could still be a Buddhist king who subjugated the country after being burned.

In the illusion, Di Xin kept howling, hoping that someone would give him a good time.

How stupid is he to choose to die by self-immolation.

Even if you want to set yourself on fire, drink yourself a glass of poisoned wine first.

I finally feel like I'm going to die...

Di Xin had never felt that death was such a liberating thing before.

Well, self-immolation is not an option even if you die.

This was Di Xin's only thought before dying.

However, when he opened his eyes again, there was still a sea of ​​flames all over the sky, and there was still the sound of crackling and burning wood...

This means that he has to experience the feeling of being burned alive...

no, do not want.

Seeing that the towering platform was about to collapse, Di Xin gritted his teeth and jumped down, falling into meatloaf.

woo woo woo...

Why didn't anyone tell him that falling to his death hurts so much, and it's so disgusting.

Opening his eyes again, Di Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he finally didn't have to die anymore.

But, why can't I help but want to drink the wine in the glass?

After pouring it in one gulp, the seven orifices bleed, and every part of the body seemed to be reorganized, creaking, and it took a long, long time before he died.

Opening his eyes again, he was on the guillotine.

Killing is nothing more than nodding the head, isn't it just beheading, he is not afraid.

Uh……

Things seem to be different from what he imagined.

He did a lot of evil, killed countless people, and disregarded human life, and the people unanimously hoped that he would be cut to pieces.

Slices of thick blood, he watched with his own eyes that his thin sliced ​​flesh was sent into the mouths of people who hated him to the bone.

vomit……

Half painful, half disgusting.

He thought it was a pleasure to kill others, but now that his own meat was on the plate, it was not a wonderful thing.

Daji……

Daji, save the widow.

Uh……

Forget, if the Shang Dynasty falls, Daji's end will not be much better than him.

Woohoo, it hurts.

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Di Xin didn't know how many ways to die he had experienced. Just when he thought he would die over and over again, he finally woke up, as if he had been fished out of his hands.

What he just experienced is unbearable.

what did he see...

He thought that Daji, who had a worse fate than him, was eating meat and drinking wine, feeling very comfortable.

Meat……

liquor……

Di Xin couldn't help retching.

He thought of the burnt smell of his own self-immolation, the pieces of his cut flesh, and the poisoned wine he drank.

"Your Majesty, would you like some food?"

"Seeing that you have slept for so long, you must be hungry. Eat something."

Two slender jaspers sandwich a thin piece of meat, the kind that leans on the oily and fragrant.

Di Xin: ...

Daji, you did it on purpose.

Those who share his meat, why don't they know how to roast it, and have to eat it bloody to disgust him.

Uh……

That doesn't seem to be the point.

"Your Majesty, it is very fragrant."

"Every piece is thin, and I specially hired a chef with excellent knife skills to cut it off piece by piece with a sharp knife."

"Your Majesty, try it, in case you like it too."

　I really really want to start a new article...

　　Will you vote for my new article and let me be on the new book list...

　　If you don't vote, I will take it easy.

　　I'm a thick-skinned me anyway.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)