A handsome young man with his hands tied behind his back, a suit and leather shoes, and a handsome face, was brought up.

What kind of great deed can this polite man do, he can even use Si Demon to come and judge him personally!

Sure enough, people can't be disgraced.

An Xingxin straightened up and waited to watch the play.

"Who is the master?" Red Eagle asked coldly.

The young man raised his head, pursed his lips, and a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, as if I was smiling at the sky from the horizontal knife to save the liver and gallbladder.

"Are you sure you won't say it?" Red Hawk's tone began to be gloomy.

"Without a master, I myself am my own master."

Even the voice is Sven.

"You think too highly of yourself, dare to play tricks on our territory, you alone don't have the ability!" Red Eagle sneered.

"Why can't you bear it, haven't you already played tricks?" Sven Nan still sneered.

"Ok, your mouth is hard enough, I hope your body is hard enough, come on, peel his muscles." The red eagle was overcast, and commanded in a deep voice.

The black-clothed man beside him showed a sharp knife, his hand rose and fell, and without hesitation, a tendon on his thigh was picked out.

Bloody in his hands.

Sven Nan's face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat broke out, but he bit his lips and refused to make a sound.

"Sure enough, if you have a backbone, peel it again." Red Eagle is not a good master, and he will not stop until he reaches his goal.

The blade flashed, and the knife fell again, and the tendon on the other leg was also carried by the man in black.

Sven Nan was so painful that he fell to the ground, his face was gray.

"Peel again!" Red Eagle pressed forward step by step.

With a hiss, the tendons of his left hand were picked out.

Sven Nan was lying on the ground, dead colored, his lips had been bitten out of blood, dripping down drop by drop, but he still refused to let go.

"Peel again." Red Eagle said calmly, word by word.

With another hiss, in the blink of an eye, the tendons of the right hand were also picked out.

Sven Nan was lying on the ground, drenched in blood, his face was gray and hideous.

The black-clothed people in a row didn't blink their eyes, as if these were commonplace things, a piece of cake.

The red eagle and the blue eagle are even more expressions.

Si Demon leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, a pair of ink on his face, an absolute hell rakshasa. The expression hidden behind the sunglasses can be imagined with one toe, and it must be a boring and good show.

This is the rule of the game, in their world, the winner is king, holding the power of life and death, and those who lose can't even hum.

An Xingxin is not a simple person, the rivers and lakes are floating around, and she has seen a lot of dirty, painful and cruel things, and this kind of scene will not be so shocked that she screams.

It's just that saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, her heart is kind, and she can't bear to see such a young life die under the knife like this.

Therefore, in the silence of the audience, she cleared her throat and spoke, "Stay in the green mountains, you are not afraid of no firewood, why should you be so unhappy with your net worth and life!" ”

Her voice is not big or small, mellow and beautiful, in this world of swords and swords, it is a rare compassion and kindness.

The man in black slipped away, and he shot his gaze over.

Is this the newly adopted woman next to the master, but she is bold, and the owner has not yet spoken, but she dares to speak first.

An Xingxin ignored the gazes of others, and stared at the person lying on the ground with burning eyes.

Sven Nan met her gaze, blessed her soul, and was empowered.

That's right, stay in the green mountains, I'm not afraid of no firewood, why are I so persistent? The ant is still stealing his life, and what he did is not betraying the country and stealing his life, why should he end up being cramped and stripped to death.

A man chooses a good king and a minister, and a bird chooses a good tree to perch on, does he need to lose his life for a master who does not care about his life and death?

His heart was tormented again and again.

"No need to judge, throw it down and feed the fish." Sgerson noticed the subtle movements of his face, stood up leisurely, and said something cool

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