"Would you like to eat something? Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't have a tooth. Seeing the guy staring at me with a knife-like gaze, I smiled faintly, picked up a piece of mutton with the tip of the knife and shook it in front of his eyes, then shrugged and put it in my mouth.

"Woo......" He struggled a few times like crazy, eager to eat me in one bite.

"Don't worry, I'll play with you slowly when I'm full, we have time tonight." I picked up the saber placed in the fire and flipped over, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the guy's body was visibly shaking, and it seemed that he was not as hard as I thought.

The goddess was not in the mood to play with him, so she filled her stomach and went back to the car to rest, leaving me alone to enjoy the barbecue, wine, and the pleasure of abuse.

After eating and drinking, I burped and stood up slowly, pulled the red-hot saber out of the fire, the heat scorched all the gloves, I pinched the handle of the knife with two fingers like holding a piece of red-hot charcoal, came to the guy's side, chuckled and asked, "Is there anything you want to say?" ”

He looked at me viciously, his body writhing wildly, and his face covered in blood looked a little mad in the wilderness.

I shook my head helplessly: "Okay, the game is on, don't let me down!" ”

As I spoke, I grabbed him by the back collar and shoved my red-hot saber into my clothes.

"Ah......h The terrible screams resounded through the wilderness, the skin and flesh were scorched and made a sizzling sound, the grease stuck to the knife body and the hot air floated down the back of my neck, I grinned and took a step back, shook my head and said, "It hurts to look at, why bother." ”

"Bastard, the true god Allah will not let you go, I curse you not to die well." He scolded a bunch of vague curses, which was probably what he meant.

"I didn't need you to curse, I never expected myself to end well." As I spoke, I walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, rummaged through it for a long time, took out a large wrench, put it in my hand and padded it, and nodded with satisfaction.

"You...... What do you want to do? He looked at me vigilantly, his body curled up unconsciously, the saber was still sticking to his back, and he moved like this, which involved burns, and a heart-rending pain.

"This is for smashing joints, I originally had a special hammer, but unfortunately I couldn't bring it this time, but it doesn't matter, the weight of this wrench is about the same, I'll try it first, you bear with it!" I told him about the purpose of the wrench as if I were chatting, but the words that made him shiver in his heart and gasp.

"Don't move, if you smash your left hand, it's useless." I kindly reminded him, then pressed his left hand against the bumper, picked up the wrench and aimed it at his thumb and smashed it down.

There was a crisp click, the second bone of the thumb was smashed, only a layer of skin was left connected to the fingertips, and the intense pain invaded the whole body, the guy's whole body was tense instantly, his fingers were twisted and deformed like chicken paws, and only after a few seconds did he let out a terrible howl.

The sweat on the top of his head mixed with the blood on his face made him look extremely weak, and the distorted face had a painful expression as if to say, "Kill me, kill me......"

"What a howl, let you stop moving, smash it, I wanted to smash my fingertips." I glared at him in annoyance, my face full of displeasure.

After he slowed down a bit, I picked up my index finger again, "Don't move this time!" ”

His body trembled, his eyes glazed over, as if he hadn't recovered from the pain, and my wrench slammed down with another crunch, this time right on his nails, smashing his fingertips into a patty.

"Perfect, that's what I want." I snapped my fingers triumphantly, but my laughter was interrupted by his screams, the hoarse wail was terrifying, the pain made his muscles spasm all over, I suddenly smelled a scorch, turned my head to see that the guy's crotch was wet, and he was incontinent with painful urine.

With a look of disgust, I reached out and fanned the front of my nose, then let go of my hand and squatted in front of him and chuckled, "Did you think of something?" ”

He was silent for two seconds, then suddenly raised his head and moved the corners of his mouth, and said weakly: "You come here, I will tell you." ”

"If you have something to say, I can hear it clearly, you want to bite my ear, that's all Lao Tzu's playful things, don't play tricks in front of me, you're still tender!" The way I smiled was even more terrifying than a demon in his eyes.

"Phew!" After listening to this, he was silent for a while, and I thought he was thinking about whether to say it, but unexpectedly, he suddenly raised his head and spit a mouthful of blood on my face, and then looked up like crazy and laughed.

"Hehe, that's good, that's how fun the game is!" I reached out to wipe the blood from my face, and the sneer was eerie enough to make me feel horrible.

"Is that all you have to do? Come on, smash it, see if I can say it? "Maybe it was the true God Allah who gave him the courage to shout at me, but in my eyes, I prefer to understand it as a return to the light, the sharp pain stimulates the nerves and produces a short-term pleasure, if it continues, when the pleasure disappears, the pain will multiply, these are what the devil told me, this phenomenon does not occur in everyone, only in a few people.

"Don't worry, I'll satisfy you." As I spoke, I pulled out the knife Artemis had given me, its shiny blade reflecting the cold light.

I came up to him and kicked him to the ground, then flipped over and put him on the ground, I rode his thigh and pulled his left foot over and ripped off his shoes and socks, and the foul smell of my feet made me frown.

He hesitated for a moment with the knife, but finally put it back in the scabbard, and if Artemis knew that I was using her knife to shave people's feet, she would definitely fight with me.

Reaching out and tearing the Jungle King's saber off his back, a piece of charred flesh was still stuck to it, and rubbed the saber against his pants, wiping off the bits and pieces, and then took a deep breath and began to serve the torture.

Clamping his left foot with both legs to make it unable to move, I pulled a knife and began to cut the flesh of his foot, my movements were very slow, because I had to cut the meat thinly, like a membrane, and it was best to make each piece transparent, but the Jungle King Saber was a bit big, and it couldn't cut the degree of transparency.

The devil has said that a real master can cut up to 200 knives without revealing it, and my skills are not so good, at most I can cut 100 knives, but I haven't seen anyone who can survive 100 knives.

The slices of meat mixed with this blood were cut off by me layer by layer, just like a knife cutting noodles, at first the guy stiffened and didn't make a sound, after three knives he began to hum, after five knives he began to scream, after ten knives he didn't even have the strength to shout, his voice was hoarse and there was no voice, and his whole body was throbbing in pain, leaving only Shen Moan in pain.