Hidden Assassin: Section 33 Torture

With a "pop", the bamboo knife fell heavily on Jia Ming. On the opposite side, rustle screamed, struggling **** the chair.

　　 "Haha, our classmate Jia Ming is really able to stand up, so he can hold back no sound." Cao Dongfeng triumphantly carried the bamboo knife on his shoulder, "What is your name, sister Huaisha? Jia Ming, he If you don’t call out, it obviously doesn’t hurt."

　　 With a smile on his face, the bamboo knife swung harder and slapped to Jiaming’s body: "You don’t hurt! You don’t hurt! You don’t hurt! I know I’m very light! Light!"

　　He fought fiercely and desperately, and the old Japanese man next to him waved a bamboo knife, and a crisp sound came from the Japanese girl named Kaoru Tsukiike. Except for the sound of the bamboo sword hitting, everything else seemed quiet. Kaoru Tsukichi sat there as if he had lost his soul, hitting, tilting, and then sitting upright, tied to the pillar. Jia Ming also said nothing, gritted his teeth, and endured hard.

　　 After a while, Jia Ming noticed that Tsuki Chi Kaoru's icy gaze shifted for a moment, thinking that he was surprised that he could bear so much, so he couldn't help but smile inwardly.

　　If you really want to endure, of course, it’s not impossible to be completely unresponsive like her. However, I am playing a child now, barely exceeding a little limit is enough, and the expression of gritted teeth is still to be made.

　　 The two people who were beaten here are silent, but the sand trachoma who was tied to the chair watched Jia Ming's beating, as if hitting himself one by one. They struggled harder and harder. She yelled loudly, and the four legs of the chair jumped on the ground as she struggled, banging desperately, finally, the chair fell to the ground, and fell to the ground together with the rustle, holding it. She raised her head in the kneeling posture, the girl's eyes widened, tears were already streaming down, and I don't know whether it was because she just took it down and her forehead hurt or she was heartbroken for Jia Ming.

　　 heard the sound of rustling falling to the ground, Cao Dongfeng finally gasped and stopped, his eyes full of surprise when he looked at Jiaming: "I can't imagine that you can really bear it...Is it immune because you are always beaten by forbearance? ?"

　　 He made this joke and looked back at the sand underground: "However, your girlfriend just got down on his knees. What is the cousin Huaisha wanting to do? I want to beg for mercy. Come here and help her mouth. Let go and listen to what she says."

　　's subordinates took out the cloth ball from Sha Sha’s mouth, only to hear her say: "Cao Dongfeng, what are you going to come at me! If there is a kind, you will single it out with me!"

　　"One-on-one?" Cao Dongfeng raised his eyebrows: "How can it work, I can't beat you, this sentence is not pleasing at all."

　　 He said, turning around and hit Jiaming again.

　　 When I took all my energy to hit someone, I was beaten like a piece of wood, and it was definitely a very depressing thing to have no response at all. It was as if no one applauded a singer singing and no one laughed when a crosstalk performer performed a performance. However, although Jia Ming had no voice at this time, the scolding rustling behind him continued, and Cao Dongfeng became more vigorous.

　　 "Cao Dongfeng, you bastard......"

　　 "You are not a man, you are a booby..."

　　 "I don't dare to fight a woman, you have to beat me..."

　　 such curses gradually turned into crying, begging for mercy...

　　"Stop calling..."

　　"Please, stop fighting, you will kill him..."

　　 "Ah--"

　　 looked at Sha Sha's stubborn and strong face with tears, crying hoarsely, Jia Ming sighed in his heart. If it is an ordinary child, he would have been unable to bear such torture. However, Cao Dongfeng doesn't seem to want to kill him directly, so the place to start is not critical. Now, as long as the timing is good, there should be no big problem. , But shouldn't you shoot in front of her? How to explain later. He sighed inwardly, feeling a slight headache.

　　 At this moment, the torture has been going on for more than an hour, and Shasha’s throat is already crying hoarse, she knelt on the ground with the chair on her back, her tied knees can only move forward in small steps, dragging on the ground. There was a crawling trace that was more than one meter long. This scene was just seen as a lively scene and ignored. Cao Dongfeng was raising the bamboo knife and snapped, the old Japanese man beside him was holding his bamboo knife and frowned and said something.

　　, a Japanese translator came over and said: "Brother Feng, Mr. Yuechi said he can't stand it anymore. The so-called torture is to make others suffer the most. If the limbs are injured prematurely, they will only go to the other party. The painful time is reduced, and he lets you see how he fights."

　　 Cao Dongfeng’s eyes lit up, and then respectfully said, "Master, please advise, please Master." He knew that the Japanese was quite powerful, and at this time he hurried up with a snake stick. The old man Yuechi waved the bamboo knife in his hand, and immediately caused a deep bone marrow pain on Jiaming's arm.

　　The old man Yuechi explained this method of exerting force slowly in Japanese, how to stop it, how to stabilize the wrist, how to lift the weight lightly, Cao Dongfeng nodded and listened. After a long time, the old man suddenly looked at the sky and said in Japanese: "Time is up."

　　He walked back to Kaoru Tsukichi and asked, "Three days have come. If you don't say it yet, don't blame me for doing things that embarrass you!"

　　 The old man walked back. Cao Dongfeng looked excited and wanted to apply what he learned. Shasha moved forward again. At this time, he cried softly: "No, no more..." This cry, but Adding to the excitement of Cao Dongfeng, he breathed a few breaths on his hands, he looked back at Shasha triumphantly, and then shouted "Ah" and struck the bamboo knife.

　　 "Slap——"

　　 This sound was louder than any previous swing of the knife. Jia Ming's small body shook, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. Then, his head drooped. Cao Dongfeng checked excitedly: "Haha, fainted, fainted..."

　　 Sha Sha settled on the ground in an instant, and there was a gap between his eyes. Then, he cried in a low voice: "Jia Ming, Jia Ming..." Both knees moved here at a faster speed.

　　 Cao Dongfeng turned his head and was about to ask someone to take water to pour Jia Ming to wake up. Suddenly, he was stopped by the old Japanese man: "Mr. Yuechi said, let you take off the clothes of the Japanese girl here. Then he **** her..." The translator smiled obscenely.

　　"Here, let everyone watch?" Cao Dongfeng was taken aback, but he saw Cao Jinghao, who was always watching the excitement, had already called out: "Whatever Mr. Yuechi asks you to do! Why do you say so much! ?"

　　"Oh." Cao Dongfeng rubbed his hands. Although he thought it was ridiculous, but regardless of him, this girl is too beautiful, not inferior to Lingjing, except that this is brought by Mr. Yuechi. The woman who came, that's why he tried to let himself cut off all thoughts about this woman. At this time, even if there were people watching, he was still some acquaintances and didn't suffer.

　　 Thinking like this, he walked up to the girl and glanced at the old man Yuechi. After getting the affirmative answer, he stretched out his hands. However, just about to touch the collar of the kimono, a white light suddenly lit up. Right now!

　　 With a sound of "pop--" Kaoru Tsukiji's left hand retracted, but Cao Dongfeng was so frightened by the incident that he stepped back several steps and almost fell to the ground. Seeing a few drops of blood dripping from the sleeve of the large robe on the left of Kaoru Tsukichi, I knew that it was this little girl who looked like a porcelain doll who had acted. If it weren’t for Mr. Tsukichi to beat her, I’m afraid His neck has been cut.

　　What is it... Since Mr. Yuechi is going to hit her, she will definitely not allow her to carry any murder weapon on her body, so... it's nails.

　　 Thinking like this in his mind, the old man Yuechi patted him on the back with a bamboo knife and urged him to go up immediately. The translator said to the side: "Mr. ."

　　 "Hehe, then I can rest assured."

　　 This time, Cao Dongfeng walked directly over and wanted to shoot, but saw that Yuechi Kaoru jumped up suddenly, and he wanted to run to the side. The old man next to his body moved, and suddenly there was a "pop" again, and the girl seemed to be folded. Winged butterflies generally fall to the ground, and the wide kimono spreads out, and the black hair is draped like a waterfall. However, on the calf exposed under the kimono, there are shocking scars. The old man made him wear a big red dress, and he beats every day. On the surface, it looks beautiful and attractive, but under this kimono, the girl's body is probably already bruised all over.

　　 Cao Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, and still reached out to the girl underground. At that moment, the girl's body moved again, and her right hand pierced out suddenly. Cao Dongfeng's figure retreated, followed by a bamboo knife, and another fierce one. , This time Cao Dongfeng could see, lying on his side on the ground, among his sleeves, the slender fingers were blood-red, shaking slightly.

　　 subconsciously looked at the old man next to him, took a breath, and leaned down again.

　　 At this time, Shasha on the side has slowly moved to a place less than one meter away from Jiaming. As she moved, she looked at the knocked out boy, and her heart hurt... Never had it hurt like this... Why...

　　 Suddenly, she saw Jia Ming raise her head, and then opened her eyes.

　　 hadn't yelled out the cry in her mouth, she suddenly froze, because at this moment Jia Ming's eyes were filled with a dead person's blankness, and then it turned into a **** red.

　　 "Jia Ming…………………………"

　　The voice in the throat~IndoMTL.com~ turns into unknown fear and confusion.

　　 On the other side, Cao Dongfeng was grabbing Kaoru Tsukichi's kimono collar and slowly pulling it apart, tearing out the shocking scars from the inside. The astonishing scene came into view, and there was a sudden cry of exclamation around him. On his side, the old Japanese man shook his hand, and the shell of the bamboo knife shattered directly. Then, a bit of cold light sprang out, but this time, he failed. catch up.

　　 Cao Dongfeng was lifted up.

　　 The collar was gripped tightly, and only a sharp spike could be felt against him behind him. In front of him, the katana pierced by the old man stopped in front of him, with the tip of the knife. A bit of sharpness has almost clung to his throat.

　　 "Don't move around--"

　　 "Let go!"

　　 "Jia Ming..."

　　 Amidst various voices, the Japanese girl lying sideways on the ground quietly raised her head, looking at the young man standing next to him, the dagger in his hand pressed tightly against Cao Dongfeng’s back waist, and the corner of his mouth His blood slowly descended, in his clothes, is it already bruised like himself...

　　 Then, she saw the boy smile.

　　"Old man...you are not enough..."

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　　 I signed the contract yesterday, and the graphics card broke down early this morning. Sure enough, God began to test my RP again... However, this is all an illusion, I can't scare me!

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