The shadower knelt in front of me, tears kept flowing out of his eyes, dripping to the ground, as if there was a local rainstorm.

For some reason, I was a little surprised at the color of his tears.

It's not black.

"I was wrong, please, if you really have a way to return my hands to me..." He leaned his head to the ground and begged humbly, completely no longer as violent and arrogant as before.

Xinghuan slowly walked to him and looked at the killer in front of him who was like a defeated dog.

"Longye, give me your hand." He looked back at me, stretched out his right hand at me, and signaled me to give him his hand.

I nodded and threw the broken arm in my hand towards the Star Ring.

The star ring steadily caught the brown broken arm, and at the neatly cut section, the blood was condensed on the wound due to the time stop.

"It seems that this right arm is the source of your strength." Xinghuan held the arm and shook it above Shadowman's head.

The shadow master nodded fiercely, "Yes, yes, so please give it back to me. I am willing to do whatever I want me to do!"

"Are you willing to do anything you really want to do?" Xinghuan's tone was filled with evil, and even his eyes were not serious.

It turns out that my uncle is actually an old hooligan? And he is an old hooligan who is only interested in men?

"Really! As long as you can restore me!" Shadow Master even kowtowed and smashed a small hole on the ground.

"So, is this OK?" Xinghuan smiled and stepped on Shadowman's head to the ground.

The shadow man cried, looking extremely pitiful, "No problem, as long as you want!"

After all, if he loses his ability, he looks just an ordinary elf young man.

However, his current appearance is really hard for people to associate him with his previous arrogance and domineering nature.

"What about this?!" Xinghuan laughed wildly, pressed his heel against the back of his head, and then rubbed his heel violently left and right.

As a bystander, I can even see the shadower's face twisted into a ball due to pain.

But for some reason, I felt that I couldn't feel any pity for him.

It was obvious that he was in such pain, but it was unreasonable what Xinghuan was doing now.

"Okay." Xinghuan put him on the shadow master's right foot, and the shadow master leaned on the ground and sobbed quietly.

Seeing his crying look, I probably finally understood why I couldn't feel any pity for him.

Because of disgust.

Yes, I felt his appearance was disgusting.

He was obviously a person who had abandoned his integrity and principles for money, a person who could do anything for his own benefit, and a person who was as hysterical as a gas tank. Why could he still act like such a pity?

Ah, because this pretending to be pitiful is also a part of his methods.

Everything he does now is to get his broken arm back, right?

Goujian stayed in the pigpen for three years before he regained his freedom, but Shadow Master was only humiliated to get his abilities back. The price... isn't it a bit too low?

Moreover, what if he gets back his abilities and starts to fight against us again?

Yes, he is not a trustworthy person.

Why is a person who can even turn against each other for the sake of profit, worthy of our belief?

"Uncle Master." I put my hand on Xingring's shoulder.

He looked back at me, "What's wrong?"

"Do you still remember what I said to you when you cut off his hand?" I looked at Star Rings seriously and said word by word.

Starring's eyes were staring at me, as if thinking about something.

"Wait, you mean..." His eyes were a little weird, "You really want to use his hand to slap him in the mouth?"

I nodded.

"Okay." Xinghuan handed his broken hand back to my hands, "I really lost to you. I thought you were joking."

"Maybe." I took the broken arm and shrugged, "but I suddenly changed my mind."

Then, I squatted down, grabbed Yingzhe's hair, and lifted his head up.

His face was twisted by the pain, but he didn't scream.

"You can bear it?" I looked at him jokingly, holding his broken arm in his right hand, shaking in front of his eyes.

"Do you want it?" I gently patted his side with my broken hand, and a crisp sound came.

He endured the pain and nodded, his eyes full of desire for the brown arm.

"I really want it?" I smiled, "Then I will give you more!"

‘Bang!’ I waved the broken arm in my hand heavily, and then slapped the shadow writer hard.

Slap yourself in the face with your own hands.

"Do you still want it?" I asked softly in his ear by pressing my face close to me.

Although his face was so painful and hissing sounds kept coming from his mouth, he still nodded.

"Okay!" Such an answer was just right. I immediately waved the broken arm in my hand and left a red mark on his handsome face again.

"Oh, what's going on? Why does it have a slap mark on your face?" I looked at the red spots on his face and asked with a pretentious concern, "Who is it? It left such a dazzling slap mark on such a beautiful face."

Then, I looked at the palm with the broken arm, compared it on the palm prints on his face, and said in a pretentious manner, "Oh my God, why is this palm print the same as the one on your face? You must have made it yourself."

"Come on, tell me, are you the one who beats yourself?" I asked maliciously as I looked at his tearful eyes with laughter.

He endured the severe pain and nodded.

"Speak, how do I know if you didn't say anything? "I smiled strangely and looked into his eyes.

"I..." He sobbed, crying, "It's me..."

"I... beat it."

"What?!" I said in shock, "You actually hit yourself?"

"You are such a bad boy." Then I returned to my previous smirk again, "I have to punish bad boys."

"How to punish?" I pretended to think.

The shadowman's eyes were filled with horror, and he kept avoiding my gaze.

"Ah, just punish yourself with a hundred slaps, be sure to make a sound." I said happily, like a child who got a new toy.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that you have no hands." I giggled, "But it doesn't matter, I can help you."

Then, I raised his brown broken arm again.
Chapter completed!