Xiang Lan couldn't bear to look at everything in front of him, Ye Que stood, letting the other party string around him, every time he misturned, he could see Ye Que's body bending and arching involuntarily. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, with the movement of Ye Que, I could see a wound appear on my body every time, and the more times I did, the wound began to increase. After a long time, the wounds all over the body could not tell which one had just appeared, each one was turned out, and each one was bloody.

I am appreciating the cruel scene in the world, but I can't do anything about it. His movements were completely in the hands of the other party, and he could only watch and watch.

Blood drippeds on the ground, forming a large area of blood stall under Ye Que's body, Ye Que's face was pale, and his body swayed with the attack, but he just didn't fall.

Xiang Lan's throat let out a cry of pain, the sound was not loud, but it burst out with tears.

The forked tongue rolled up the falling tears, "Hehe, yes, are you afraid?" Say it, or try to persuade him to say it, or you'll be next. Xiang Lan shook his head with his mouth and tightened the girl in his arms.

"Oh, no, it's not you, it's her." After speaking, he grabbed the girl in Xiang Lan's arms and threw it to the ground.

"No, don't." The sound was like a cuckoo crying blood, Xiang Lan fell to the ground with his strength pinched, and his hands stretched out in the direction of the girl, but he couldn't move a step.

"Stop playing, take a breath, he hasn't answered my question yet." With the command of the man with the forked tongue, the attack on Ye Que suddenly stopped, and he stood aside and licked the blood remaining on the sharp claws with a grin.

"Let's make a game, I'll ask you to answer, and if any of you answer slowly, there's a punishment." At the signal of the man with his tongue split, the man with sharp claws walked behind Ye Que, grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him straight up from the ground, and the sharp claws also quietly climbed up Ye Que's shoulder.

The other let go of Xiang Lan and walked to the girl's side, one of his arms turning into a sharp claw, and he kept comparing with the girl. Xiang Lan got rid of the restraints and crawled over on his knees, but was kicked out of the way.

The man with a forked tongue walked up to Xiang Lan and squatted down, gently hooked her chin with his fingers, looked at Pear Blossom's rainy face and smiled, "How about it, let's start this game now, I haven't finished it for a long time, I miss it very much." ”

Xiang Lan was startled, and suddenly wanted to grab the other party's arm and beg, but was pushed to the ground by the other party, and could only murmur uncontrollably, "Please, don't, please, don't do this." ”

The man stood up and stretched out his arms, "So, I declare, the game starts now." First of all.... ”

A scream rang out, attracting everyone's attention.

The man who grabbed the night was pierced by the night shortage's punch, and hung weakly on the night short's arm, the force claw he was proud of had been broken, and was firmly grasped by the night short. The broken wounds were jagged, and it was obvious that they had been pulled alive from the body by a strong force.

Ye Que just lowered his head and threw the corpse hanging on his arm to the ground very carelessly, and the broken claw was also thrown together with the corpse.

He didn't stop, he staggered towards the others, dragging his bloody body, his pale face was already red with blood, and he walked slowly, slowly.

"Bastard." The man with the forked tongue scolded angrily, and when he opened his mouth, a black shadow popped out.

The black shadow brushed his cheek like a whip, leaving a deep trail of blood before quickly retracting it.

Opening his mouth again, the black shadow reappeared, this time targeting the eyebrows of the night short, fast like a flying bullet.

Two centimeters near his forehead, Ye Que reached out and grabbed the black shadow in his hand.

It's the tongue, and it's his tongue that the man catapults from his mouth. There is a distance of more than ten meters from the location of the night shortage, and the tongue can come in an instant.

The tongue was grasped in the hand, and as expected, the forked tips were mixed together, shaped like a drill, covered with tiny, hard scales, and if it was hit with that speed and force, the stone would also be pierced, as if it had been easy to make a hole in the arm of the night missing at the beginning

Ye Que's hand grasping his tongue slowly tightened, the man seemed to feel pain, secretly exerted, and the scales on his tongue all stood upside down in an instant, although small, but extremely sharp, densely like an erect thin blade.

Immediately, there were countless small wounds on his hand, the wounds were very deep, and they were stuck in the wounds by the tiny scales.

I didn't let go, and I couldn't let go. The man laughed, this is a trick to prevent the tongue from being caught, the sharp scales, the tongue that turns freely, will cruce the hand that wants to grab it.

Without any words, Ye Que, whose face was covered with blood, raised his head and looked at everyone quietly.

Without the slightest emotion, he looked at them as if they were dead things.

The slightest glance at the other two members of the Punishment Force was shocked.

That kind of look, there is a familiar feeling, the same coldness, the same empty eyes, just a simple glance, it seems to make people feel the existence of despair. This feeling has only been felt in that person, and now it has reappeared, which is strange.

Without any movement, the muscles in Ye Que's hands began to vibrate inexplicably, faster and faster, faster and faster, at first it was only a faint vibration, and finally the amplitude of the vibration actually made the whole arm tremble.

The scales were reduced to fragments by strong vibrations, completely detached from the tongue, and the parts of the tongue with scales became jagged and bloody.

Ye Que still didn't let go, and then tightened his fist, and with a violent downward movement, a scream sounded, and his tongue was pulled down. Long, slippery, clutching in the hand like a dead snake.

Not interested in taking another look, Ye Que dropped his tongue on the ground with his hand, still shaking towards everyone.

Everything happened like a dream, everyone stayed for a while, and the man didn't cover his mouth that couldn't stop bleeding until he felt the pain, and pointed at the night without a vague finger.

Xiang Lan took advantage of the man's gap and quickly got up from the ground, wanting to pounce on the girl, but was slapped out by the angry man covering his mouth, falling to the ground for a long time and unable to get up, while his beautiful face was red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The man beside the girl, seeing this scene, didn't need to be commanded, and rushed towards the night with a huge claw.

Overhead, there was a crumbling of glass, and a large glass roof shattered into splinters.

Letting the splinter splinter spill on his body and bounce to the ground, the man spread his claws and still pounced on the night.

Along with the debris, there was a large mess of muddy mud, like overly thin flour or meat puree.

Impartially, the large puddle of mud was all poured on the running man's body, and the heavy impact threw the man to the ground, so many that it almost covered up the man, leaving only the terrifying claws dancing wildly in the air.

It's like a long time of lack of maintenance, and the sedimented soil has overwhelmed the glass, and today, it suddenly erupts, almost a very accidental emergency.

Ye Que stopped, his blood-covered eyes staring emotionlessly. Everyone else was stunned, and even Xiang Lan felt a little incredible.

But the big mess of mud is wriggling autonomously, the amplitude is not large, but it can be clearly seen with the naked eye.

As if with a clear purpose, after attaching the man's body to the ground, he kept pouring it into all his gaps, such as his mouth, nose, and ears.

While attacking inward, he slowly covered his entire body. After only a few moments, the person was buried inside, and only the sharp claws were still resting in the air, trembling weakly a few times.

A large protrusion on the ground was conspicuous, and in a very short time it had calmed down. The junction between the claw and the mud seemed to have been cut off by something, falling into the mud, and in the blink of an eye, it was engulfed.

It's a very weird scene, but what's even more weird is that after a violent shake, the big mud-like existence actually stood upright, and there was a fierce churn, slowly revealing the shape of Ren.

Constant change, constant forming, only in a very short time to complete, a short man formed from that puddle of mud.

With his arms outstretched, he didn't mind his sashimi nakedness, and he tilted his head and couldn't help but sigh, "It's good to finally come back to life." ”

The night was gone, swaying forward as before.

Sensing the strangeness behind him, the naked man turned around in confusion.

Imprinted in Ye Quan's eyes is a familiar face, participating in the selection together, the life and death spent together, the endless gushing in front of him, and the sky when pleasing himself, the scenes suddenly took shape in Ye Quan's mind. The emotionless eyes stared at him quietly like this, just like the original, whenever the night was short and couldn't bear the nagging, they would stare at him quietly like this first.

The other party also looked at himself stupidly, and it only took a short time to scold, "Bastard boy, what do you see, I haven't seen a handsome pot, look again, be careful... ”

In the eyes of the other party, it can be clearly seen that Ye Que raised his hand, high, and then... Swing down.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the naked man was slapped on the ground very well-behaved.

It's a familiar sound, it's a familiar action, it's a familiar feeling.

"Oops" The naked man with grinning teeth in pain got up from the ground, rubbed his bald head vigorously, and looked at the figure that passed over him, the man snorted softly, "Night shortage?" ”

The figure stopped, glanced back, and moved on.

Despite the change in his face and body shape, the man had a particularly familiar feeling, and those eyes, although covered in blood, were exactly the same as when they first saw him.

The man was excited, pointing at himself and shouting, "It's me, the night is missing, it's me... Ball.... ”