The transparent parasitic thread hung up every inch of Bucky's flesh.
Just like the cuts of meat waiting to be sold at the meat stall.
"Maybe I should thank you."
Dover pulled his hand, and hundreds of pieces of minced meat were barely pieced together into half a human form in front of him.
The white thread binding it together makes it impossible to hold it together.
"My life is so boring and boring, and you gave yourself up to be my toy."
Dover's development of online fruits definitely does not just stop at cutting.
The parasitic string that can manipulate human limbs like a puppet is one example.
It is also the move that best targets Bucky's abilities.
The white thread returns to its original position, not cutting, but binding.
His index and ring fingers twitched slightly.
He hung Bucky, who was barely able to hold himself up like a human, upside down and moved him to the top of the sea water.
"If you fell into the sea this way, would you still be alive?"
The grin on Dover's face softened considerably.
Turned into a look of indifference.
He never gets angry with dead people.
"Where's the pain? Where's the pain you promised to give me?"
There was no fear in Bucky's eyes, but disappointment.
Disappointedly, he asked, where was the painful death promised by the other party?
"It seems that you are no different from those pigs in the Holy Land."
"What's that called? What kind of saint is Char?"
"When he mentioned you and your father to me, he had a look of disgust on his face... Well, he forgot to mention that I am his grandfather."
He kept chattering in despair.
"Ah, the Celestial Dragon who foolishly abandoned his noble status."
"Take your two children and wife to live alone in the human world."
"What ended up happening in the end?"
Bucky still managed to shake his head while being wrapped in thin threads, his blue hair hanging down.
The act of telling stories seemed to bring him great pleasure.
"My wife died of illness, and my two sons were living like beggars, trying hard to find even a little food in the garbage at dusk or early morning, and even risking the money they originally had. Being whipped by slaves who are crawling on your crotch."
"Do you think I'm mocking you?"
"No, no, no, I respect everyone who lives seriously. Only by living can you be happy, right?"
Dover's fingers twitched.
The parasitic thread that hung Bucky upside down invisibly tightened a lot.
He tried to keep a calm expression on his face to prove that he didn't care.
But the look on his face that seemed to break his teeth showed how much he cared.
He hated these humiliating years extremely!
Suffering makes him grow, but this does not mean that Dover will be grateful for this suffering and pain.
He will only hate it more!
"My fat pig-like grandson even told me their ending."
Bucky's disappointed expression finally disappeared, and instead became a bit cheerful.
Does telling stories bring him pleasure?
No, no, no, how is that possible? He is not a kindergarten teacher.
The source of his pleasure was those who listened to the stories.
Especially this look on Dover's face.
Oh, how bad I am!
Bucky continued to laugh, but this act of mocking and exposing scars in front of his face made Dover reluctant to kill him just like that.
His temples twitched as he tried to think of a way to die that would make Bucky more painful.
"The kid who liked wearing sunglasses ended up taking off his father's head with his own hands."
"I want to use my father's head to knock on the door of the Holy Land again."
"Well, do you guess what Saint Charmaine said?"
He tilted his head, trying hard to imitate the posture of Charmaine among the tightening white lines.
"He said, even if we are a group of pigs, we cannot accept the pigs who jumped out of the pigsty and come back."
"Even if it's his seed, hahahaha!"
Bucky’s unbridled laughter seemed to reveal all of Dover’s humiliating past.
Would Saint Charmaine really say that?
Of course it's impossible.
Apparently it was just the clown's last lie before he died.
But the sad thing is that all the lies he told were reality.
"I can't bear to have you die like this."
Dover's facial features were uncontrollably distorted.
With a curl of his fingers, the parasitic thread lifted Bucky from the sea to him.
He took off his pink sunglasses, his eyes filled with extreme cruelty.
"I will keep you hanging and let the vultures take away every piece of your body. I will make your life more uncomfortable than death!"
"Pfft hahahaha!"
Bucky's laughter grew heartier.
"You still don't know what I want to say?"
"I mean....."
His crazy laughter turned into extreme coldness in the blink of an eye.
The way he looked at Dover was like looking at a clown who wasn't funny.
"You shouldn't thank me."
"You should be afraid of me."
.......
Dover was startled.
There was a popping sound, the sound of flesh and blood being penetrated by some kind of blunt instrument.
Then he lowered his head slightly and saw a dark bamboo passing through his chest, with fine pieces of meat coming out of the bamboo joints.
Vergo was standing behind him, covered in jet-black armed domineering energy.
One hand held a ghost bamboo that was also as black as ink.
There was no trace of emotion in his cold expression.
Why?
Why did Vergo sneak attack him?
No, this wasn't even a sneak attack. Dover had already known that Vergo was behind him, but he was his subordinate like a family member.
Dover paid no attention to his state.
Instead, he couldn't contain his anger during the Joker's story.
"What did you do?"
Dover raised his head, vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth, and the hole in his chest made his voice sound a little hoarse.
He didn't question Virgo.
It is absolutely impossible for the other party to betray, it can only be this clown!
"Pirates...."
Virgo just said coldly, and the ghost bamboo in his hand was about to spin.
"Foot shave line!"
Dover whirled angrily, with eight almost transparent thin threads on his toes.
Real kick to Vergo.
The eight extremely sharp thin threads even cut through the armor's defense, oozing bright red blood.
In the blink of an eye, Virgo was kicked from bow to stern, crushing several layers of iron plates.
White lines spread across Dover's broken chest, like a bandage growing from the skin, gripping and stopping the blood gushing from the hollow in his chest.
"What did you do!!"
His expression was extremely ferocious, and he almost roared at Bucky who was hanging upside down.
Compared with the humiliation in the past, being betrayed by his current family was even more unacceptable to Dover!
"Uh hahahahahaha..."
Bucky's smile became even brighter, and the tightening parasitic thread was about to cut him from hundreds to thousands of pieces.
But this does not affect his good mood.
"I just want him to be a little simpler."
"It's not tiring to live like this."
