As he spoke, Yang Jia looked at another person beside him, who quickly understood what he meant, and quickly took out a tablet from the car.

An old man sitting on the couch appeared on the computer screen, and he gave the impression that he was not angry.

Yang Jia respectfully shouted: "Grandpa......"

"Okay, let's start!" The old man on the screen nodded slightly, and then the screen turned to Xia Xing.

Seeing that Xia Xing was still standing there, Yang Jia snorted coldly: "It seems that in your heart, dignity is more important than your own woman's life! If this is the case, you can leave now, don't care about this woman's life or death." ”

"Xia Xing, please, don't kneel, leave me alone. Yang Weiwei shouted loudly, shaking her head vigorously, tears sliding down her cheeks like beads of broken thread.

You must know that a man's knees have gold, and she herself would rather die than Xia Xing give up her dignity and kneel in front of others.

Xia Xing has paid too much for her, and she can't bear to see him become so humble for herself, and Xia Xing's front is full of wine bottle glass shards, if she kneels, it is estimated that her legs will be wasted.

Yang Weiwei can't wait that she is dead now, what a proud man Xia Xing is, if he really kneels down like this, then where is his dignity.

Xia Xing didn't speak, and stood there quietly, his face becoming more and more pale.

At the same time, Yang Weiwei had already wiped her neck towards the blade of the knife in Yang Jia's hand, blood flowed down her white neck, and a trace of panic flashed in Yang Jia's eyes.

"Touching !!"

At this moment, Xia Xing knelt down.

He had already felt Yang Weiwei's determination to commit suicide, and seeing the blood on her neck, he couldn't hesitate anymore.

Although a man has gold under his knees, as a man, he should be more affectionate and righteous, for the sake of his relatives and lovers, not to mention losing his pride and dignity, he will not have the slightest hesitation even if he gives his life.

"Weiwei, don't do stupid things, I want you to live!" After kneeling, Xia Xing stared at Yang Weiwei and said word by word.

"Xia Xing......" Yang Weiwei felt a severe pain in her heart, her eyes stared at Xia Xing, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.

At this moment, Xia Xing's knees were already dripping with blood, and the ground around him was stained red with blood, and you can imagine what kind of pain it was.

The expression on Xia Xing's face was still calm, but his eyes became extremely cold.

Yang Weiwei's tears were about to dry up, seeing that Xia Xing's knees were bleeding and bloody, and she was already in pain and couldn't breathe.

"Hahaha...... Yes, you've passed the first hurdle. Yang Jia was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little excited, and he laughed.

Suddenly, Yang Jia said, "Xia Xing, let's continue." ”

"It is said that your fists and kicks are very powerful, so the second level is that you stretch out a hand and put it on ......the ground," Yang Jia laughed jokingly.

Xia Xing's face was expressionless and he did as he said.

He knew that in order for Yang Weiwei to live, no matter what Yang Ang asked him to do, he would not refuse.

"Even if you pay with your life, I will save you!" Xia Xing secretly swore in his heart, staring at Yang Weiwei with extremely firm eyes.

Yang Jia glanced at a person next to him and said, "Break his hand!"

The man standing not far in front of Xia Xing nodded, and immediately stepped forward with an iron rod in his hand, staring at Xia Xing condescendingly.

"No!! don't!" Yang Weiwei shouted with all her might, her voice filled with endless pain and despair.

She would rather have her hand broken than watch that person break Xia Xing's hand, but she can't do anything now.

She thought about committing suicide several times, but Xia Xing's sentence 'I want you to live' hit her heart hard, and she couldn't let Xia Xing's efforts go to waste.

"Xia Xing, I want to remind you, in the process of making the game, you can't make a sound even if it's painful, let alone resist, otherwise, even if the game fails, then Yang Weiwei will die. Yang Jia stared at Xia Xing and said quietly.

At the same time, the man snorted coldly and smashed the iron rod towards Xia Xing's right hand.

"Click......"

A stick was smashed, and the sound of bone cracking was extremely crisp.

At this moment, Xia Xing's right hand was blurred with flesh and blood, and it was miserable.

What shocked Yang Jia was that Xia Xing really didn't say a word, and even the expression on his face didn't change, he was still so calm.

"Endurance, it's really amazing!" Yang Jia thought of being smashed off a hand in life, this kind of pain is simply worse than death!

Xia Xing's face didn't change and he didn't say a word, which was really intimidating, but Yang Weiwei's life and death were in his hands, and he didn't have much fear of Xia Xing.

"Yes, you passed the second level. Yang Jia let go of the rope in his hand.

At this moment, Yang Weiwei has been silent and has been silent, with blood and tears in her eyes.

After a while, Yang Jia said again: "Let's continue the game, the third level is about to begin."

Yang Jia said, took out a dagger from his arms, and threw it in front of Xia Xing.

"In the third level of the game, stab this dagger into your thigh, fast, I don't have too much patience to wait for you, otherwise, you know the consequences. Yang Jia shrugged.

Seeing Xia Xing pick up the dagger, Yang Jia felt very good, and his heart was secretly fragrant: "Xia Xing, you fool, do you really think that Lao Tzu will let you and Yang Weiwei go? It's just a dream, you all have to die." ”

"Hurry up!" Yang Jia urged.

Xia Xing held the dagger and slowly walked towards his thigh, Yang Jia staring at him tightly and deadly.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

......

Seeing that the dagger was about to touch the thigh.

But at this moment, in the blink of an eye,

Xia Xing stood up abruptly, and the whole person rushed towards Yang Jia like a wind, his speed was too fast, too fast, too fast......

"You ......" Yang Jia was shocked, just wanted to say something, it was too late, and at this moment Xia Xing was already standing in front of him.

"Touching !!"

Xia Xing used all his strength and slammed a punch into Yang Jia's head.

In an instant, Xia Xing hugged Yang Weiwei.

But his back was indeed slashed twice, and the blood was blurred and extremely dazzling.

However, now Yang Weiwei's life is no longer threatened.

The reason why Xia Xing just listened to Yang Jia's words and let them go was because Yang Weiwei's life was in Yang Jia's hands, and if he didn't do it, Yang Weiwei would definitely die.

However, it is not Xia Xing's character to be at the mercy of others, during this period, he has been looking for opportunities, and only by letting Yang Weiwei out of danger will he have full confidence that he will be able to escape from here.

"Give me death!" At the moment when he was slashed to the back by two martial artists, Xia Xing used his other intact hand, clenched it into a fist, and suddenly blasted out.

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