Don’t come over here, my meat doesn’t taste good!”

He heard Zhang Xiaozu say that he really wanted to eat meat, and then he stood up and walked towards him, with a sinister smile on his face. He was confused, thinking that Zhang Xiaozu wanted to eat his meat.

"Don't be afraid. I don't want to eat your flesh. I just want to borrow your blood." Zhang Xiaozu waved his hand to comfort him.

The man retreated to the wall, unable to retreat. He could only watch with fear and trepidation as Zhang Xiaopou approached step by step, and then bent down in front of him.

He was a little confused. Zhang Xiaozu did not do anything excessive to him. He just reached out and wiped a little blood on his face. Then he watched in confusion as Zhang Xiaozu wiped the blood on his clothes.

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Zhang Xiaozhu wiped off all the blood on the man's face, and then smeared it on his clothes. He looked at it, frowned slightly, and felt dissatisfied. Then he looked at the man, cupped his hands and said, "The blood is not enough.

Please bring some more, brother."

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Before the man could understand what he meant, Zhang Xiaozu's fist hit his face, and blood suddenly gushed out from his two twisted nostrils.

Zhang Xiaozu hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, and then wiped it on himself. After a while, he turned into a bloody man. Then he walked to the middle of the hall, walked to the ground, and suddenly shouted in pain: "Here, come!

Help, it’s killing people! It’s killing people. The rich kids are bullying others and taking human life lightly! Someone come and help me.”
Chapter completed!