Group Pet Little Fat Baby: I Have Four Big Daddies

Chapter 651： Forced infusion of internal energy

"Little baby, if you are unwilling, I can help you. I can help you with anyone you want to kill." The old man saw what he was thinking.

Sang stopped moving in the corner and sat up slightly, his eyes were cloudy and scary.

The old man was startled when he met his gaze, but then he was a little happy: "Whatever hatred you have, I will help you."

“I want to learn martial arts. I want to learn the most powerful martial arts in the world, the kind that can kill people.” Sang Zhi got up from the ground, his voice was gloomy.

“Okay, cough…little baby, I have a hundred years of inner strength in my body. As long as you are willing to listen to me, I will pass on all my inner strength to you.”

"I do." Sang Zhi didn't hesitate at all.

The old man stared at him intently, his eyes turned, he reached into his arms and took out a white porcelain bottle, throwing it at Sang Zhi's feet: "As long as you take the pills in the porcelain bottle, I will pass on my inner power to you."

Sang Zhi bent down to pick up the porcelain bottle, opened it, poured it into his mouth and swallowed it.

 “Little baby, why don’t you ask what’s in the bottle?” The old man was shocked by such cheerfulness.

"So what if the poison penetrates the intestines, as long as I can do what I want, I'm not afraid of anything." Death is not scary to him at all. If he dies, maybe he can see her.

 While they were still alive, he dragged everyone into the oil pan and simmered slowly.

 “Hahahaha, good, good, good, good, little baby has courage.” The old man laughed.

He never misjudges people. This kid is a martial arts prodigy. He has no inner strength but is so murderous that he has been honed into a good tool for killing people.

 The sharper the knife, of course, the more valuable it is.

 “Now you can teach me **** people.”

“Okay, little baby, you have to remember that your life now belongs to me, and someone will ask you for it in the future.” The old man waved his hand towards him: “Little baby, come over here.”

Sang Zhi walked over.

“Sit down cross-legged. The process will be very painful. Whether the baby can survive it depends on you.”

Sang Zhi sat down, his eyes hard. The old man turned his head and looked at the rising black mist on his arm. He raised his hand to open the acupuncture points in his body. The black mist spread instantly in his body. He forced all his internal strength into the palm of his hand.

 Suddenly he soared into the sky, and the wind from his palm hit Sang Zhi's Tianling Cap.

"ah…"

 A heart-rending cry echoed across the sky.

Sang Zhi's whole body seemed to be wrapped in a fireball, and powerful internal force was continuously transmitted into his body. The internal force spread and impacted his skin, as if his whole body was about to explode in the next second.

"No, I can't hold it in anymore." The old man's face was ferocious. He was seriously injured and couldn't control the breath in his body. It looked like the whole body of the little baby was about to explode.

 He wanted to take it but couldn't.

 It’s over, this child won’t survive.

His hundred years of internal strength poured into his body, and no one could bear the pressure and pain.

Sang Zhi was trembling all over, and the air flowed under his skin. Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes: "Ah..."

A sharp sound came out, and the old man was instantly bounced away and hit the wall. He raised his eyes to look at the little baby, his eyes were shocked, and the air was still rushing inside the child's body.

 The old man could almost see that under his skin, his bones were being entangled and twisted by the airflow.

 “It’s hopeless. It’s a pity that all my efforts will be wasted in a hundred years...”

　　　Unfortunately, the old man is not a little doll about to explode in front of him, but his own life-long internal strength.

I thought that this child had strong perseverance and could become the carrier of his inner strength, so that even if his inner strength was exhausted, he could still hold a murderous weapon.

Why!

 What a pity, what a pity.