"Whoosh!"

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Su Lin stretched out his hand lightly.

As if it had been calculated by a sophisticated instrument, his hand just blocked the old witch's attack route.

Stretching out his hand, Su Lin clasped the old witch's arm in the palm of his hand.

"You all deserve to die. Su Lin said coldly.

He really hates this scumbag garbage.

"Click!"

Su Lin's arm was violently forced, and he directly pinched off one of the old woman's arms.

The first sound of a broken wrist bone.

It's like using the palm of your hand to crush the shell of a peanut in the palm of your hand.

Su Lin didn't stop there, the hand he held the old witch's arm was still straining.

His expression was grim, and his eyes were murderous, like a vengeful demon king who had fallen into a state of extreme madness.

"You people -- always provoke me again and again. Su Lin said in a cold voice. "Since you don't know what a lesson is, I'll let you know what wildness is. ”

"There shouldn't be many masters like you in your organization, right? If they all die in Huaxia this time, will it be more painful for them?"

As Su Lin spoke, his left hand kept kneading, and a surging force also erupted.

This is a coincidence, although there is a clever word in the name, but this power is the most terrifying one.

Under the effect of this terrifying ingenious force, the old witch's bones began to be constantly tightened and compressed.

"Click, click!"

The sound of bones shattering kept ringing, as if they were constantly pinching peanut shells in the palm of their hands.

Su Lin locked the old witch with his hand and prevented her from breaking free.

And the old witch was in a strange state at this time.

As Surin's ingenuity continued to break the bones in her arm, she didn't feel the slightest pain now, except for the beginning.

That's right, just without the slightest pain.

Because she found that she had suddenly lost contact with the arm holding the spike.

It was as if someone had cut off his arm, and for a moment, it just hurt, and then it didn't feel any more pain.

The old witch's face finally changed at this moment.

Su Lin sneered and looked at the old witch's frightened and increasingly violent and vicious eyes, and said, "What is the most painful pain in the world? You can't feel the pain, but you know that something is leaving you!"

This is the best way to torture the enemy.

Because this kind of pain corrodes people's will the most, and it is also the most difficult to get rid of.

At this time, the old witch's combat power had lost most of it.

One arm was scrapped, and the other arm was torn off by Surin. However, she still has legs and feet, and she can still attack.

"Kill!"

The old witch drank violently, and one foot attacked Su Lin's temple at a strange angle.

As if he hadn't seen it, Su Lin waved the military thorn in his hand fiercely.

Immediately after, the old witch watched as her leg slowly separated from her body.

"Bang!"

As Su Lin let go of his arm, the old witch's body fell heavily to the ground.

Her eyes were full of fear, hatred, helplessness, and other emotions that were difficult to speak, but her mouth said with disdain: "This is the wildness you call wild? If that's all there is, it would be too disappointing -- I have to say, you are really far inferior to us when it comes to punishment and interrogation." Surin, don't you say?"

"Really?" asked Surin rhetorically.

"Yes!" the old witch looked at Surin, "compared to the death games we played, compared to the things you're doing now - it's a lot more high-end. ”

"I don't know if you've ever heard of art!"

Su Lin said: "Scalp painting, legend has it, there is an art called scalp painting in the Western Regions, I have always admired it for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to see it. However, an old friend of mine told me that he saw a monk draw a bloody peony on his scalp. ”

"He liked it very much, so he often used this method to punish his enemies. It's a feeling like life is worse than death. The painting is finished, and the person is still alive. That blood is the most natural pigment, have you ever seen a painting like this?"

Surin said, a demonic smile on his face.

Compared with doing evil, Su Lin did not necessarily see less than the old witch.

Su Lin grabbed the old witch's hair and asked in a cold voice, "Say, where is your headquarters?"

"Don't want to know a word from my mouth!" the old witch felt her scalp tingle, as if she was about to be torn off by Su Lin.

"Good. Hopefully you can stick to it. Su Lin said with a smile. He held the thorn in his right hand, and with a "swish" he cut off the hair in his hand.

"Whew!"

Su Lin was like a barber who was getting a barber, his right hand was waving a military thorn indiscriminately, and the old witch's long hair soon became a hedgehog head. It's like a kitchen knife cutting leeks, sloppy and disorganized.

The old witch clenched her gums, but she was powerless to escape.

Su Lin looked at the old witch, "I know you're not afraid of death, and I know that you people are also very courageous." However, you should also know that there are many kinds of death. Moreover, there is also a feeling that life is worse than death. ”

"It's harder to live than to die, what kind of pain is that?"

Su Lin was not a cruel person, but the old witch's behavior angered him.

In addition, he was in a state of rage at this time, and the ruthless side of his heart was also infinitely magnified.

Su Lin wasn't a bad guy in nature, but he didn't mind being a bad guy at this point, provided that the old witch kept refusing to answer his questions.

"Tell me—where is your headquarters?"

Surin roared loudly.

"Hmph!" the old witch had fear in her eyes, but her mouth said: "Come, there is a kind of you coming? I have really never seen this kind of art, and I am deeply honored to be able to dedicate myself to art!"

"In that case, then I will fulfill you!"

After Su Lin finished speaking, he slashed the old witch's bare head with a military thorn.

Suddenly, with Su Lin's movements, a wisp of bright red blood slowly oozed from the top of the old witch's head.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the white-gauze woman, and then her figure flashed and came to Yan Dong'er's side, blocking the eyes of Xia Yuan in her arms.

This scene was too bloody, and the woman in the white gauze didn't want her to see such a terrifying scene from Su Lin.