C10 Even if it was small it would still be meat

"There's a secret, I don't think you know."

Hearing Han Zi Mo's words, Han Wei revealed a sinister smile. He slowly walked forward, looked at the beautiful room, and clicked his tongue, "Aiya, you only have these few days to enjoy yourself. Han Zi Mo, trash can only forever be a piece of trash. "That will only make you die faster."

"Oh, really?"

Han Zi Mo stood up and rushed towards Han Wei. Suddenly, his legs bent and he crashed into Han Wei suddenly, and then, with a pull of his hand, there was a crisp "Kacha" sound.

Han Wei's miserable cries rang, and Han Zi Mo was already standing to the side with a face full of fear. Looking at his dislocated wrist, he heard the cold and mechanical female voice resounded in his mind, "Congratulations for obtaining a hundred points."

Sure enough, after levelling up, it would be easy to earn points from beatings. If it wasn't for Han Zi Mo's superb acting, the current her would not be able to hold back and laugh out loud.

"You … How are you … How is this possible?"

The enormous pain caused cold sweat to pour out of Han Wei's forehead. At this moment, her wrist was already broken, and the protruding joints were shocking, but she did not dare believe that it was actually a piece of trash who injured her to such an extent.

"No, I didn't do it on purpose."

Han Zi Mo innocently waved his hands with a face full of fear, causing Han Wei to take a deep breath and force himself to calm down. An illusion, this must be an illusion, Han Zi Mo was just a cripple, it was impossible for him to practice martial arts, how could someone with no power possibly hurt him?

As he thought about this, Han Wei laughed coldly: "You just need to rely on your useless appearance to seduce men. Your Lordship will be tricked by you soon enough. Do you really think a man like him would marry you? "

"Yes, big sister. Your Lordship won't marry me. He will only marry you."

Han Zi Mo's words almost made him spit blood in anger, but looking at Han Zi Mo's innocent face, he did not seem to have any malicious intentions.

This guy seemed different from before. In the past, she could only cry when she bullied him, and she couldn't even refute him. Yet now, he actually rebuked her again and again.

"Han Zi Mo, don't be complacent, do you think you can wait for the marriage decree?"

Han Wei endured the pain in his hands and looked at Han Zi Mo sinisterly. Even his voice had purposefully slowed down, becoming incomparably eerie and terrifying:

"You better bounce up and down. My good little sister, it's midnight tonight and there's going to be something very scary. Come into your room, pull out your blanket, and then …" "You won't be able to wake up …"

"Huh?"

Han Zi Mo looked at Han Wei in fear, but deep in his heart, he suddenly remembered Han Qing Hao's strange expression. Something was not right, this home must be hiding some secret.

"What is it? You want me to tell you? "

As Han Wei spoke, he retreated step by step towards the door, with a complacent expression on his face: "I won't even say anything, you will be unable to rest in peace even if you die."

I really want to kill her!

Looking at Han Wei's leaving figure, Han Zi Mo clenched his fists. This fellow must have came over in order to arrogantly say that last sentence, one could imagine, if it was the old Han Zi Mo, she would definitely be scared to death. But this time, her arrival was a warning to Han Zi Mo to be on guard.

"Third Miss, should we report this to Master?"

shook his head: "You can go down first, I'll think of a way myself."

Hearing Han Zi Mo's words, Wang Ma's eyes turned red. She did not know that the young miss was afraid of implicating her, and did not understand why the heavens were so blind, why such a good person like the young miss did not have any innate talent rules.

"I really have nothing to do. Go back to work."

Seeing Wang Ma's teary face, Han Zi Mo actually felt a little uncomfortable. She was not afraid of others being cruel to her, but she was afraid that others would treat her well.

"Miss, you must be careful …"

As he watched Wang Ma leave with tears in her eyes, Han Zi Mo was about to go crazy.

Han Zi Mo thought for a moment before placing the Crimson Fire Draconic Ant on the table. Seeing the ants the size of grains of rice lying motionlessly on the ground, Han Zi Mo felt helpless.

Mu Rong Cheng would not be back until tomorrow. During this time, she had to think of a way to protect herself.

Han Zi Mo bit his lower lip, thinking that he had lost a thousand points for no reason, he unwillingly extended his finger and pushed it into the ant's body. Pet. Yeah, there must be something special about it, right?

"Huh?"

When his fingers came in contact with the carburgher, Han Zi Mo cried out in shock. She retracted her hand as though she was scalding the ground, and looked at the little ant that was still sprawled out on the ground with a curious look on her face. She was very surprised;

"Master, with your strength, you won't be able to kill me."

A buzzing sound came out from the ant's mouth, causing Han Zi Mo to become even more shocked: "You can still speak? God, High Spirit. Pet. Can you speak? "

"…"

The carburgher felt depressed, being looked down on from the very beginning, the feeling was really sour.

"Little ant, what abilities do you have?"

Han Zi Mo, who quickly forced himself to calm down, thought that there might be a turning point.

"No matter where I go, my body will be unobstructed. I can spray out formic acid, and anyone who comes into contact with me will either die or be injured. At the same time, I can order the ant tribe of the world."

The carburgher said, and arrogantly raised her head: "I, am the king of the ant race."

"Sounds good."

Han Zi Mo stretched out his hand, allowing the ant to climb onto her palm, he humbly asked: "Tonight, there might be danger, but I only have a hundred points."

"Master, if that's the case, I recommend that you upgrade the spiritual asthenia migration in your support skill, and then place me by your side to observe the situation." The tentacles on the head of the carburgher swayed, dutifully giving Han Zi Mo advice.

"Good idea. Even if we can't kill the enemy, we can still escape."

Han Zi Mo listened to the carburgher's suggestion and upgraded all one hundred points to spiritual asthenia migration. After clicking and confirming, he suddenly felt his body becoming lighter, and his lower abdomen became hot, giving him a strange feeling that he couldn't say it out loud.

Deep into the night, Han Zi Mo was anxiously hiding in a corner of the cabinet. The blanket on the bed was rolled up into a ball, and looking through the mosquito net, it really looked like a person was sleeping soundly.

"It's already the middle of the night, why isn't there any movement?"

After a few hours, Han Zi Mo was standing till his feet were numb, but it was still quiet outside, and not a single movement could be heard. Suddenly, a strange fragrance floated into his nose, Han Zi Mo frowned, and immediately covered his nose, because she saw a small fire flickering on the window.