Chapter 56: Chapter 55: Giant Food Mountain Chaleon
The night is deep and dark.
Clouds in the sky cover the moonlight.
The skyscrapers of West State City are all shrouded in pitch-black shadows.
A giant chaleon adheres its claws to the walls, climbing up the exterior of the apartnt building, stopping at the tenth floor by the window.
It opens its mouth, and the head of a gaunt man peeks out, quietly looking inside the window.
The light is dim, but it seems that only the little rich woman is on the bed.
Where did the pretty boy go?
Did he really just hit it and quit it?
The gaunt man smirked.
He’s already planned to use the chaleon’s poison to control the little rich woman, from then on secretly living in her ho, letting her go to work and earn money to support him and the chaleon.
He grinned, the more he thought about it, the more he felt this plan was quite nice.
From now on, every day, he wouldn’t need to be on the run anymore, just stay in this small apartnt, surf the internet, watch so videos.
Every night from now on, he wouldn’t need to sleep inside the chaleon’s stomach anymore, but could sleep with the little rich woman in bed.
Every al from now on, he wouldn’t need to worry about feeding the chaleon. Since the little rich woman could afford a rcedes, feeding the chaleon would be more than easy enough.
...
Inside the room.
Bai Mo lay on the yoga mat at the foot of Fang Xiaoyu’s bed.
He furrowed his brows, "Is there really a pervert here?"
A mist of white fog rose by his hand, Black Gloves strapped with a small dicine box, holding a bronze short knife, erged from it.
This guy, with a fox-like face full of pride, showed his master how he could wield the knife with one paw, gently swinging it twice, actually holding it quite firmly!
Bai Mo nodded.
"Not bad."
"Go wait by the window, soon there will be an enemy coming in."
...
Outside the window, the gaunt man crawled back into the chaleon’s belly, softly telling the chaleon.
"Do it now, open the window, and feed the poison to the person on the bed."
The chaleon’s tongue extended out, sticking to the glass window, starting to push...
...
Inside the window, behind the curtain.
Black Gloves held the bronze short knife in one paw, and from the small dicine box, took out a bottle of anesthetic powder, dipping the short knife in it, poisoning the knife.
Then took out a bottle of fierce oil, dipping the short knife in it, poisoning the knife.
Then took out a bottle of Immortal Essence, dipping the short knife in it, poisoning the knife...
These poisons were piled in the corner of the storeroom, not worth much. Fortunately, they didn’t conflict with each other.
...
Crack!
The glass window was locked, the chaleon couldn’t push it open.
The chaleon continued to exert force.
Conk!
The lock on the glass window was wrangled until the screws flew off, burst open!
The noise was quite big, but the chaleon and the gaunt man didn’t care much.
Although it might wake the person inside, what could they do about it?
The chaleon’s wet tongue shot through the window, "whizzing" into the room...
At this mont!
Behind the curtain, Black Gloves, with one paw, reversed the grip on the short knife, suddenly swung out, fiercely stabbed down, with a muffled thud, nailing the chaleon’s tongue to the windowsill!
Spurt! Blood sprayed!
Hiss ah! The chaleon scread!
This poisoned short knife pierced through the chaleon’s tongue, instantly various toxins invaded its flesh! The chaleon itself was poisonous, but its poison was insignificant compared to the toxins on the short knife!
In that instant, the chaleon instinctively feared, imdiately went berserk, tearing its tongue into a large piece of bloody flesh, retreating into its mouth, instantly turned to escape, climbing downwards frantically!
Black Gloves stood on the windowsill, pulled out the bronze short knife, wagged its tail, slightly raised its head, a fox-like face full of pride.
Already considering what flavor of fried chicken to eat today.
It was completely unconcerned about the enemy escaping.
After all, the bronze short knife was poisoned.
It considered itself a cold-blooded assassin, at this mont picked up the short knife, seeing the sharp bronze blade, wanted to lick it... Uh, brought it to its mouth, didn’t lick.
A few seconds later, from downstairs ca a "thud
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