Legend of Ling Tian Chapter 55: Ling Jian Interrogation

　　

　　 There was a flash of blood, and the white-clothed man's left arm fell shoulder-to-shoulder, and blood shot from the broken arm like a fountain of blood, sprayed on the face of the white-clothed man next to him, and suddenly blurred his eyes. A strong feeling of vomiting arose, but the man beside the white-clothed man with the broken arm did not dare to say a word, and Qiang Zi swallowed the vomit that had poured into his throat again. The eyes of Ling Jian's thin figure were suddenly filled with fear.

　　 There is dead silence all around.

　　 Even the Iron Blood Guards watching by the side never expected that this eighty or nine-year-old kid would be so harsh! Without reaching the goal in one sentence, he lifted the knife and slashed without hesitation. Moreover, the attack was extremely vicious, and the person was crippled by a single blow!

　　 Some of the guards of the Ling Mansion all around have turned pale, their throats are gurgling, and their apples are moving vigorously, seeming to be swallowing something...

　　The Iron Blood Guards involuntarily looked at Ling Tian who was sitting steadily on the cowl, but saw that his face was indifferent, and he looked at this side coldly, as if they were commonplace and didn't care. A cloud is light and wind is light. I can't help but admire in my heart: these two little guys are not simple things.

　　 Ling Jian's complexion did not change. On the surface of the steel blade in his hand, drips of blood slowly slipped off and landed on the snow, making a slight "puff" sound.

　　 Looking at the white-clothed man who had passed out in pain with cold eyes, Ling Jian's tone was still calm and said: "I don't have much time, I don't want to use torture, it's too troublesome; now, can you tell me?"

　　 I don’t want to use punishment! Hearing these words, the Jagged Guard next to him suddenly felt like grabbing the ground with his head. How would you like to use punishment? Cut off an arm with a single knife, but still don't want to use punishment? This is too classic, right?

　　 Ling Jian lowered his head and carried the knife. Waiting quietly, waiting for the man in white in front of him to speak. I had counted ten in my mind, but I still didn't hear any voice.

　　 Ling Jian hummed coldly in his heart, raised the long knife, and slashed it again without even looking.

　　 "No... forgive me... I say! Ah-" Another screaming screamed, and another white-clothed man's arm ran away from home and landed on the snow. The finger above seemed to move.

　　A few drops of splattered blood splashed on Ling Jian's face, and then slowly slid off, drawing a coquettish trace on his pale little face. Ling Jian stood upright as before, and didn't even try it.

　　Ling Jian looked at the man in white who was begging for mercy under his sword a moment ago, and seemed to apologize: "Sorry, you said it was late. I confiscated the knife."

　　 The blood stains on his face are still there, and his voice is calm, he seems to be chatting at home, his tone is relaxed as if he is a guest at a neighbor’s house, but he accidentally broke the teacup, sorry, I broke the teacup unexpectedly. That's normal.

　　The Iron Blood Guards looked at the small and thin child, a coldness rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they all shuddered. Thinking of what I was doing when I was seven or eight years old, look at the little guy in front of me now that he wields a knife and hacks people as a commonplace meal, without blinking his brows. Can't help but Jun said in his heart: Is this really a child? Do not! This is definitely a little devil!

　　 The white-clothed man’s arms were cut off, his face twisted, and he didn't faint; he covered the place with his broken arm with one hand, and his body was rolling violently on the snow; wherever he rolled, there was a bright red. There was a **** ho sound in my mouth, and in the severe pain, I couldn't even speak. From time to time, he let out a short, low painful cry that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. The intense pain made him seem to have no power to groan.

　　 Ling Jian just glanced at him faintly, then turned his face calmly, continued to look at the third person, and simply asked: "Where are you? Would you like to tell me?" tender. It seems to be asking the playmate next door: What is your family eating tonight? Can you tell me?

　　 The white-clothed man's eyes widened, and he looked at the murderous child in front of him, his mouth wide open. Seeing that he was actually asking himself, anxious and frightened, there was a short sound in his throat, his eyes turned white for a while, and he fainted alive!

　　 Ling Jian was furious, and shouted: "Fuck you, pretending to be dead!" It seemed to be furious, the steel knife in his hand smashed, and the blood spattered, lifted, smashed, and then mentioned... blood Continuously splashing out, Ling Jian has become a blood man!

　　 "I said! I said!"

　　 "No, I said, I am willing to say...please let me say..."

　　 A group of people in white draped back desperately, their faces were already terrified to the extreme~IndoMTL.com~ They screamed out, lest the next target of the demon in front of them would be aimed at themselves, with loud voices, It's utterly deafening.

　　 Ling Jian snorted, and pointed at a slightly fat man in white with a portable knife, "You, say!"

　　 On the tip of the knife, the sticky blood is still gathering little by little, slowly becoming round and dripping...

　　 The man in white was almost frightened to incontinence together, and knelt softly on the ground: "Little master... Grandpa, what do you want to ask... The villain must know everything, if... there is a falsehood, let the villain The whole family can't die!" In extreme fear, he even swears.

　　 Ling Jian's face was a little slow, and he said, "Tell all you know!"

　　"Yes! The villain's name is Zhang Dehu, he is a disciple of the violent wind gang dark night, this time he was ordered by the gang master, saying that he was entrusted by others to take on a big deal; he came to intercept and kill a person, Xiao People only know that the target of the interception was a five or six-year-old child, and helped us kill the child along with all his entourage.... Well, and... and..." The more I couldn't remember what to say, I couldn't help sweating profusely.

　　"Who ordered you to come? Who was the one who entrusted you?"

　　 "Huh? This villain really doesn't know!" Seeing Ling Jian's face cooled down again, Zhang Dehu in white could not help begging for mercy, knocking his head like garlic.

　　 "What is the name of your gang leader? How many people are there in the gang? Where is the main rudder? Where are the branches? How many people are there in your dark night hall?..." Ling Jian doesn't care about that many, as long as he thinks of it. The question was asked in a rush.