Chapter 52: There Are Masters Again
Peach crawled forward with difficulty, enduring the pain in her body, and walked with difficulty.
With every step forward, her chest tingled like a pinprick, and she couldn't help but gasp.
Gradually getting closer and closer to Zhang Ming, she slowly smiled, thinking in her heart that she could finally be freed.
She didn't know where she had so much strength, and snatched Zhang Ming's butcher knife. I put my neck on the blade with all my might.
Zhang Ming didn't expect that the woman in front of him wanted to make a decision on her own. He had made great efforts to catch up with her for now. How could he just let her die so happily, he had to torture her and drain all the blood on her body before he stopped.
Zhang Ming didn't give Tao'er a chance, he raised one foot viciously and kicked Tao'er hard.
Tao'er was so close to the knife, it was like a hundred and eight thousand miles in her eyes, and the person in front of her was insulting her. She wanted to die a happy death, and I was afraid that her wish would be disappointed. Although this foot did not carry internal force, it weighed a thousand catties for Tao'er.
She sat on her knees clutching her stomach, tears shining in her eyes. Her eyes were staring at Zhang Ming, as if she was begging him to give her a good time.
Zhang Ming smiled, showed a lewd expression, and said, "You want to die happily, I think you are looking for the wrong person." The people who provoked my Jinyi Wei were all cut by a thousand knives, and their corpses were separated. I'm going to drain your blood today, and I'm going to get you cheap!" ”
After speaking, he carried the butcher knife and walked towards Tao'er step by step.
Tao'er's eyes were hollow, and she was desperate at the moment. I can't exert my strength, and I can't resist it. Now she is a stay-at-home lamb, surrounded by a vicious pack of jackals. In the forest, there was a miserable cry like a ghost crying wolf, as if the black and white impermanence, a thousand pounds of shackles had been prepared, and she came here to pick her up.
Zhang Ming took a step forward, and she took a step back. But it is not because of timidity, walking in the rivers and lakes, it is necessary to make all preparations every day. She has long looked down on life and death, and she is still a little unwilling. Unexpectedly, it was Zhang Ming who gave her the last ride.
The more she hid back, the stronger Zhang Ming's desire to slaughter. Men are like this, the desire for conquest and possession rushes to their hearts, and the more the woman in front of them does not resist, the more they fear him. The more he felt excited, the more he felt like he couldn't wait to stab her in the face first. Although she couldn't make a sound and couldn't hear the screams she should have, the weak and pleading appearance now really aroused his desire.
The three-foot-long knife was getting closer and closer to her cheek, and the subtle hairs already felt the tip of the knife close at hand.
She still has a way to go, to the point where she is now, she can only accept her fate.
She closed her eyes slightly, quietly waiting for the atrocity to begin.
With the knife in her hand, a layer of sweat appeared on Tao'er's forehead, and she opened her eyes slightly, only to find that Zhang Ming's butcher knife was not scratched on her face. But for some reason, he was trapped, flew out more than two feet, and stuck it in a tree.
Zhang Ming was very stunned, and when he was about to lift the butcher knife, it was not something, and it was entangled in the back of the knife. The thing happened suddenly, and with great force, and inadvertently, the handle of the knife was taken out of his hand, and the whole knife flew out and stuck in a tree.
He scolded secretly: "Who did the good thing about Lao Tzu? Where the hell is sacred, don't hide, come out quickly! ”
Several of his subordinates were also taken aback when they saw this scene. All of them raised their long knives and stared around carefully, alert.