Chapter 3: A Thousand Cuts (2)

The two executioners looked indifferent, as if it was not their own kind that was being tortured under them, but only a lifeless piece of wood, and without hesitation, they swung one knife after another with precision......

Night Seventeen bit her lip stubbornly, the anger and resentment in her eyes were even stronger, her tied hands were clenched into fists, directly white, and her bones were raised, she was in extreme pain, but she still refused to make a sound, only a faint muffled snort, cold sweat on her forehead kept coming out, and there was a lot of blood on the ground where she was hanged, and the blood stained her body red, and the flesh and blood on her body were blurred, and Bai Sensen's bones had been seen, which was the most cruel punishment of a thousand cuts......

Black Eagle stared coldly at the dying Night Seventeen, "Force Lao Tzu out the whereabouts of the candle dragon bracelet, don't let her die, if you die without a thousand cuts, you will be the one who will be tortured." ”

"Phew...... Candle Dragon Bracelet, even if you kill me, don't think about getting a Candle Dragon Bracelet. "Because she will bring the candle dragon bracelet to the funeral, the candle dragon bracelet, it is an antique from ancient times, and it gathers more aura, only those who have been recognized by the candle dragon bracelet can see the true body of the candle dragon bracelet, and this candle dragon bracelet is one of the ultimate tasks that Night Seventeen has just completed, and it was caught by Black Hawk.

Night Seventeen watched his blood stain the almost transparent candle dragon bracelet on his hand, evoking a bleak smile.

Black Eagle smiled darkly, "Don't worry, Night Seventeen, Lao Tzu won't kill you, because Lao Tzu will make your life worse than death." ”

"Don't ......" A scream broke the cruel scene, a woman rushed out, she was dressed in fiery red, with a red whip tied around her waist, her eyes were full of unbearable, Ye Seventeen looked at it, and immediately shouted, "Huoyan, what are you doing?" Come on. ”

Huo Yan, the best sister of Night Seventeen, has been the best partner since her debut, and she is a good comrade-in-arms who fights side by side.

It's just that Huo Yan didn't listen to her, but walked in front of Black Hawk, "Black Hawk, Seventeen, you have already caught her, but she is my sister after all, you can give her a good look at my face!" ”

What the?

Night Seventeen suddenly felt like a thunderbolt in the sky, his eyes suddenly widened as big as a copper bell, and he shouted, "Huoyan, what are you talking about?" "In vain, she is still worried about her safety?

"Seventeen ......"

Smart as night seventeen, how could she not guess the reason, without waiting for Huo Yan to say more, she scolded and interrupted, and asked word by word through gritted teeth, "Huo Yan, tell me, why-what?" ”

Night Seventeen has always been well disguised, her information is the top secret of the organization, but it was easily obtained by the opponent, as well as her habits and residence, except for the most familiar people, no one will know so well, she should have thought of it a long time ago, but she didn't dare to think about it.

Huo Yan pursed his lips and said hatefully for a long time, "You shouldn't be stronger than me." ”

I see, I see! Although this reason is ridiculous, it is enough, she has always known that Huo Yan is an excellent killer, but because of her, she is pressed below, because of her, Huo Yan can only be willing to be second, and everything today is all due to Huo Yan's unwillingness.

Night Seventeen laughed wildly, and the tears of laughter fell.

Needless to say anything, she understands everything? The only partner who really treats her betrays her? Ten years after her debut, the dark life of licking blood on the knife edge for ten years made her think that she would not die well, maybe she would die in the hands of the enemy, maybe she would die in the mission, but she didn't expect that she would die in the hands of her most trusted comrades, how ridiculous, how ironic, Night Seventeen looked up to the sky and roared, and then laughed out loud.

The rampant and poignant laughter is a little hairy.