Goblins: Starting from a bad simulation

Zhidano Forest.

Zheng Shuang looked at Sean who had regained his strength in front of him, feeling the connection that still existed, with a complicated expression.

The experiment was successful.

As long as the slave collar takes effect, no matter how the slave's strength changes, he will not be able to escape the control of the collar.

Although this result was a good thing for Zheng Shuang, he still felt a little unreal.

After all, compared to his yet-to-be-implemented Warcraft upgrade plan, this improvised and shoddy plan is not a plan at all, and is theoretically unlikely to succeed.

At least Zheng Shuang doesn’t think he can succeed

"I feel inexplicably frustrated. The slave collar that is so easy to draw is actually so maneuverable."

Zheng Shuang touched his nose.

However, the success of this idea was a good thing after all. Zheng Shuang did not hesitate anymore and immediately asked Wiegand to declare himself a magic power.

"Okay, dear sir, Little Wiegand will do it right away!"

Wiegand only hesitated for less than a second, and a slightly flattering smile appeared on his old face.

Sean couldn't believe it when he saw it, but he noticed the wound on Wiegand's cheek and the floating head on his head. When he touched the Red Sword, he suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that the ray of light that appeared before was this sword.

As the eighth-level magic power of Wiegand was completely sealed, the slave collar was successfully put on his neck.

Zheng Shuang is not surprised by this.

There is no difference between fighting spirit and magic power for slave collars. Since Sean can successfully wear it after sealing his strength, Wiegand will be no exception.

As Master Wiegand completed the oath, Zheng Shuang's strongest subordinate also became this eighth-level wind mage.

When Zheng Shuang brought Sean and Wiegand to Teshapi, the face of the son of the Marquis instantly turned pale as paper.

"I...I am Shapi Teshapi, the son of Marquis Shapi. You can't kill me, and you can't put that collar on me!"

Perhaps the family pride in his heart suddenly overshadowed the desire to survive. Teshapi did not kneel down and beg Zheng Shuang to surrender. Instead, like a standard retarded person, Teshapi started making weightless threats.

"Shut up, I ask, you answer.

Say one more unnecessary word and I will cut off one of your fingers. Nod if you understand, or you will die now."

Zheng Shuang frowned slightly and said calmly.

As he spoke, the Red Sword had already flown over, and the sharp sword energy stung Teshapi.

The courage in his heart suddenly dissipated without a trace, and he covered his mouth and nodded. Nodding.

At this time, the son of the Marquis suddenly realized with great clarity that the Zheng Shuang standing in front of him was different from everyone he had come into contact with before.

He really didn't care about his identity, and he didn't take human life seriously..

No matter how many earth-shattering things Zheng Shuang did in front of Te Shapi, the effect was not as direct as putting the sword directly on his neck.

Xiong on the side was even more at a loss, not knowing what to do, but she didn't know what to do. Dare to do anything casually.

Zheng Shuang has never shown any special emotions towards her. What if Zheng Shuang does something rashly and Zheng Shuang kills her with a sword?

Xiong doesn't want to die so worthless, so he can only stand still. She remained silent.

However, Zheng Shuang's first question directly involved her.

"What is her relationship to you and what is her identity?"

Xiong looked at Zheng Shuang pointing his finger, and his heart suddenly beat so fast that it was about to burst out of his chest. Are you asking him?

This is obviously asking me!

A feeling of humiliation appeared in Teshapi's heart , but he hesitated, his lips trembled slightly, and he answered the question honestly.

"Xiong is my fiancée, Earl White's eldest daughter."

Zheng Shuang waited for a few seconds, but did not receive more detailed information. He immediately curled his fingers with a cold face. The red sword instantly turned into a sword light and passed through Te Shapi's hand without any hindrance.

The index finger of his right hand was completely broken off, and a heartbreaking pain instantly shot straight to his forehead, and he let out a miserable cry.

"ah!!!"

Whoops!

This time the middle finger is gone too.

Teshapi covered his right hand and fell to the ground rolling in pain. He screamed louder and became more miserable.

"Keep asking and cutting again. Where will you cut after cutting your finger? I don't think you want to know."

In extreme pain, Zheng Shuang's voice reached Teshapi's ears as clearly as a demon, frightening him to the point of losing all other thoughts. He hurriedly endured the pain and covered his mouth. While nodding his head, he Tears can't help but flow from my eyes

"This is right. Now let me tell you what was wrong just now.

You told me you were going to tell me her identity, but you didn't even tell me basic information like strength level and profession. Is this the end of the story?

Originally I just wanted to cut off a finger to give you a long memory, but I didn't expect that just this small injury would make you scream. Then wouldn't I have to cut off another finger of yours?

After all, I promised you before. I still mean what I say. Son of the Marquis, do you think I am right?"

Zheng Shuang's smiling look fell into Teshapi's eyes, but it was indescribably terrifying. He could only nod his head in pain.

"Goddess of Light, this must be a dream, right? When I wake up from the dream, will I be able to return to my normal life? Teshapi prayed with great despair.