Everyone gasped, looking at the harmless little girl on the side, it was so terrifying and even more unbelievable at this moment.

As if knowing that everyone was looking at her, the little girl no longer squatted on the ground, but stood up and giggled, pointed at Ran Xiong and said, "Big brother, are you afraid of pain?" ”

"Jasmine, squat!" Dahan started to get nervous for the first time, but he stood up directly and scolded the little girl named Jasmine.

But the death squad members who surrounded Dahan, especially the monks, were used to him, the submachine gun in his hand was raised, and the butt of the rifle smashed on the back of Dahan's head, and the big man who smashed it was bleeding and fell to the ground.

This sudden violent scene also frightened the nine beauties squatting next to them screamed and crawled far away.

Ran Xiong didn't care about the big man, he just laughed to himself, the head of his Tulang clan, he actually let a little girl bully? Actually let a little girl lose an arm?

Walking over to the little girl Jasmine, Ran Xiong squatted down in front of her and said, "It doesn't matter if the big brother is afraid of pain, what I'm afraid of is that the cute little Jasmine doesn't hurt." ”

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed, and little Jasmine's small knife arrived in front of Ran Xiong's eyes, and it could pierce Ran Xiong's forehead at close range, this inch was very short, but it was difficult to get closer.

"Big brother, you hurt me!" Little Jasmine shouted.

Ran Xiong turned a deaf ear to the little girl's words, just smiled and took away the little jasmine's knife, and played with it, this knife should be specially customized, the jasmine print on the knife body is beautiful, and the word "jasmine" is more remarkable everyone's demeanor.

"Big brother, you continue to hurt me, Jasmine promises not to scream. Then, will you give Jasmine back the knife knife? This knife knife is Jasmine's treasure. Little Jasmine said that tears were about to fall, her eyes stared directly at her small knife, and she took the initiative to stretch out her right hand to hold the knife.

"Is Jasmine afraid of pain?" Ran Xiong stared at little Jasmine and continued, "How about if Little Jasmine asks the eldest brother to cut off his left arm as well, and the eldest brother returns the knife to Jasmine?" ”

"In that case, Jasmine will scream." Little Jasmine actually thought about it seriously, and began to giggle as if she had figured out something.

Little Jasmine said: "That big brother, Jasmine wants to use a knife to cut it herself, okay?" ”

"Yes." Ran Xiong looked at the little girl in front of him seriously, deep in thought.

"That's good, don't deceive people, we won't change for a hundred years when we pull the hook and hang ourselves!" Saying that, Jasmine stretched out the little finger of her right hand to make an appointment with Ran Xiong.

Ran Xiong nodded, and also stretched out his right little thumb.

Then, Ran Xiong handed the knife back to little Jasmine and stared at her with indifference from beginning to end in his eyes.

Little Jasmine laughed, her hand was still trembling, but she still didn't pause, and pulled it directly.

No one stopped it, and no one dared to stop it, just watching the demonic little girl cut her arm, slashing and slashing, blood flowing.

Little Jasmine cried, but instead of crying, it was that kind of pleasure, and even she laughed out loud, her bright smiling face exuding the warmth that belonged to her age.

As if she had forgotten something, looking at the blood that fell, Xiao Jasmine quickly sped up her pace, and when she still had a little skin, she directly ripped off her left arm regardless of it.

Then I saw her lying down and directly began to lick the blood on the ground, but before she finished licking, she still couldn't hold on and fainted.

"Find Wu Liang and treat this little girl well, but don't let her die." Ran Xiong gave the order, so he stopped paying attention to Xiao Jasmine and turned his head to look at Huang Xiaoming next to him.

There, there was only a pool of blood, and a small arm that had no place to rest.

"Which hand fired the gun?" Ran Xiong walked up to Huang Xiaoming, condescendingly, and asked the yellow-haired boy who knelt down.

"Brother, leader, my dad is Huang Wanqian! It's very powerful in Rentong City, there are many subordinates, there are guns, there are cannons, you let me go, I will ask my father to thank you when the time comes, is it okay to send guns and cannons? Huang Xiaoming trembled, his face turned pale, and he had lost the vigor he had started.

"People are in the same city, I will go after a while, don't worry." Ran Xiong patted Huang Xiaoming's yellow hair and said with a smile, "So, which hand fired the gun?" It can't be two hands, right? ”

Looking at Ran Xiong standing in front of him, Huang Xiaoming cried sadly, this time he was really frightened, peed his pants, and felt that he was completely hopeless.

"We are different from ordinary people, Huang Gongzi! You must remember that in the last days, we have our own bottom line, our own principles, and our own rules, right? It can't really be two hands, it may not be able to keep it! "It's a joke, but it doesn't smell like a joke at all.

Huang Xiaoming was still crying, his body trembling more and more, as if he didn't hear Ran Xiong's words at all.

"Pin both hands to the wall!" Ran Xiong shook his head, give your son-in-law a face, you don't cherish it!

So, where did the monk of the death squad still grind with you Huang Gongzi, and beckoned the two brothers to set him up.

Then, somewhere, the monk found two large iron nails and a small hammer.

Just as he was about to make a move, Huang Gongzi actually came out of the feces and urine and fainted, glanced at it with disgust, looked at the better position, and hammered it down.

"Ahh This cry was heartbreaking, reverberated the entire struggle area, and caused a response from those who were living and mourning.

"Whew! Oh! Oh! ”

"Hey, hey." The monk laughed, this thing really has a feel, and a few sledgehammers go down, giving people a different taste and feeling.

Huang Gongzi's scream was even more like a heavenly sound, and he began to tremble when he screamed, which felt a hundred times more exciting than cutting zombies.

"Ahh

This cry makes the listener sad, and the scalp of the listener is numb.

also woke up the fainting big man, but he was uncomfortable at the moment, and he didn't know how many spines and ribs he had broken.

Not far away, an arm wrapped in lace was thrown in a pool of blood, his heart was disturbed, his heart hurt, his tears couldn't be stopped, and his teeth couldn't stop biting out blood.

Look at Huang Xiaoming with his hands nailed to the wall, as always, useless, he hates, he is angry, but he can only grit his teeth tighter.

"Hahahaha, you will know how powerful Master Huang Wanqian is, you will definitely experience everything today a thousand times and a hundred times, I promise!" The big man was crazy, with blood spurting from his mouth, but he was still screaming wildly.

"Oh? A thousand times a hundred? Ran Xiong motioned to the monk to give him the hammer in his hand, and then quietly walked behind Huang Xiaoming.

"What is it?" The corners of Ran Xiong's mouth lifted and he smiled at the big man.

Huang Xiaoming trembled, trembled, raised his head, lowered his head, his teeth chattered, dada, dada, and the sound of teeth fighting couldn't be stifled.

The panic behind this feeling made him dare not breathe, his body trembled unconsciously, and he was full of feces and urine.

"Brother~Brother." Huang Xiaoming said tremblingly.

"Brother! Brothers! you M brother! ”

"Bang! Boom! "One hammer and two hammers down, Huang Gongzi's head exploded like a watermelon, and I don't know how high his intracranial pressure is, and the sound is too loud.

"Brother! Brothers! "Always hammer after hammer, from the neck to the head cover, Huang Xiaoming's head is gone, and even a yellow hair is not left after being smashed.

Because, all red with blood.

"Is it a thousandfold hundredfold?" Even if his face was full of brains and bones, Ran Xiong didn't wipe it, but gasped and sweated profusely and asked Dahan with a smile.