When Zhizhi heard this, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hands and feet instantly became cold.
Diderot's plan was very destructive and ruthless - he understood that no matter how decisive and resolute Nangong Jue was, as long as it was about her, no matter how hard-hearted he was, he would still be confused, and he might even do it for her.
Abandon the siege and let Diderot do whatever he wants to Nangong.
From what Nangong Jue did at that meeting on Nangong's main island, she understood that the only person who could make Nangong Jue care about her so much that he would not hesitate to trade his life for it, besides herself, was Stone.
Diderot was so restless and unmoved because he knew very confidently that he was grasping the two most fatal weaknesses of Master Nangong.
Zhizhi stared at Diderot cautiously, clenching her hands into fists, her heart was anxious and dry, beating wildly and worried. She was really afraid that because of herself, Nangong Jue would suffer some shortcomings, and she was also afraid that because of the stone, the entire Nangong family would suffer disaster.
Diderot saw the glint in her eyes, smiled with satisfaction, and said sarcastically: "Did you see it? Just now you were so beautiful, but now you are weak because of love, lackluster, and unable to arouse any interest."
"It seems that I have overestimated you," Zhizhi said in a contemptuous tone, "You have seized Mrs. Meng and insulted Lu Lan. There is no trace of Michelle in your heart!"
"Now that you know it's gone, there's no need to try to use her name to arouse my guilt." Diderot saw through her trick, adjusted the angle of the camera, stood in front of her, and smiled coldly, "
Later, there will be live projections on the four walls above the entire church, Miss Song, please devote yourself to your performance."
When Zhizhi was angry, he saw the red light under the camera light up, and he was about to start taking pictures...
"Go," Diderot ordered, "go and take off her clothes."
Zhizhi's expression changed, and he glared at the old man who walked towards him silently, and said angrily: "How on earth are you being loyal!"
Du knelt down in front of her and answered seriously, "I am the young master's family."
Stubborn.
At this moment, Zhizhi no longer cared about respecting the elderly and caring for the young. When Du stretched out his hand to reach his chest, he raised his foot and gave him a sharp horizontal kick on his shoulder. Du was staggered by the kick.
I took a few big steps back, and my neat black suit had footprints that were not too big or too small...
After coughing, Du apologized to Diderot, stood up, and continued to move forward, continuing to carry out Diderot's orders.
He walked up to Zhizhi and raised his hands to restrain her feet, but she was not as dexterous as Zhizhi. Even though she was tied up, the female killer's leg skills should not be underestimated. She kicked her up again and crossed the line.
He was kicked hard in the chest again and took a big step back.
Get up and come again.
Zhizhi became angry when he looked at the old man who never gave up and walked towards him again and again, obeying Diderot's instructions to take off his clothes.
If such a foolish person comes, she will kick him once, and he will show no mercy.
After coming down again and again, Du always ended in failure, leaving footprints all over his body in a mess, and it was difficult to even get up after being kicked by Zhi Zhi.
Diderot looked on with cold eyes. Looking at Du's appearance, a question suddenly overflowed in his heart. Why would he keep this kind of trash?
No matter how novel the game is, it will become boring after waiting for a long time.
The little lion splayed its teeth and claws and turned into a desperate and submissive kitten. This was the scene he expected, but Du's extremely embarrassed appearance ruined his mood.
"Go and change your clothes," he ordered Duxia, unable to see the dirt, "Don't appear in front of me today."
Du nodded and stepped back.
He understood that this was the young master's warning to him that if he behaved like this again, he would be executed by the young master himself without waiting for others to take action.
The young master doesn't like the stain of failure.
After the ferry departed, Diderot leaned against the camera stand and glanced at Zhi Zhi, who was half lying on the ground with his struggling wrist bleeding and still refusing to give up. He stroked his chin and murmured, "I know how to use my legs very well...
You can break it first without affecting any shooting."
I don't know if he said this to himself or if he said it to Zhizhi on purpose, but she heard it very clearly.
His movements stagnated for a moment, Zhizhi curled up his legs, stared angrily at the snow-white man who was eyeing him eagerly, bit his lip and remained stubbornly silent.
The corners of Diderot's lips moved and he laughed softly.
To be honest, he really didn't hate her look in her eyes. She was stubborn and refused to admit defeat. Even if there was severe pain in her body, she would bite the corner of her lip and endure it, just like a woman. Who is that woman? Oh.
By the way, it's Michelle.
Like the woman he loves, Michelle, even though he can no longer remember what love feels like, he is still happy to see such an expression.
Diderot walked around from behind the camera, walked forward slowly, walked up to Zhizhi, looked down at her, and cast his gaze on her right leg, "You always feel sorry for Nangong Mo.
What is the right leg of the clone? Now, how about I make you equal to him and experience the feeling of being disabled?"
"Didero!" Zhizhi said these three words from between her teeth. She was very angry at the way he mentioned Nangong Mo. When she saw him bending down and stretching out his hand like her right leg, she shouted angrily, "Get out of here."
!Don’t touch me!”
Crunch!
As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp sound was heard in the room...
Zhizhi and Diderot turned their heads at the same time and looked at the source of the sound. One was startled, the other displeased.
"Mask", Diderot frowned and stood up, "Why are you here?"
Mask looked at the scene in front of him and quickly understood what Diderot was doing. He also saw that Zhizhi was locked up and smiled slightly, "I heard that you caught the woman who shot me five times, so I came here specially to have a look.
."
Diderot naturally knew about the first love relationship between Zhizhi and the mask. He frowned and looked at the mask, his tone still displeased, "Remember to knock on the door next time you come in."
Mask entered the room, closed the door, and said with a smile: "Sorry, you are usually sleeping when I come here, and you have not developed the habit of knocking on the door."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Zhizhi. When he saw Zhizhi, who was locked in handcuffs, his clothes were slightly messy, and the camera driving opposite him, he seemed to understand something. His face suddenly flickered unnaturally, and his smile froze.
on the face.
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