A piece of white and tender tofu was kicked twice from the side, brutally destroying a woman's life. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's a pity, I should be able to do something for her." Zhao Jiayan couldn't bear it in her heart, and the idea of how to help her was turning in her mind.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, Zhao Jiayan looked back, it was Li Mei who brought someone over.

There are five people in total, and the eldest sister is also inside.

Turning his head, he said softly to the female soldier, "You sit here first, don't move, I'll come when I go." ”

The moment Zhao Jiayan got up, her body was about to fall down, and when the female soldier reached out to help, Zhao Jiayan's fingers swept across the back of her hand.

Standing up again, Zhao Jiayan thanked the other party first, and then greeted the next few people, he said directly to the eldest sister, "Eldest sister, you come with me." ”

The eldest sister's face was not very good, and Li Mei wanted to say something but was stopped by Zhao Jiayan, "It's okay, I just want to ask the eldest sister for a favor." You may not be able to help with this, so I asked my eldest sister to come. ”

"Mr. Zhao, please tell me something." The eldest sister said solemnly.

"Bring your knife and come to the fire over here."

Zhao Jiayan was in front and led the eldest sister to sit down by the fire on the side.

Ordering the female soldiers to leave first for the time being, Zhao Jiayan and the eldest sister sat down with their backs to everyone.

"Eldest sister, I'm going to do an experiment, but I can't do it myself, so I ask my eldest sister to help."

"It's okay, Mr. Zhao, please speak." The eldest sister said politely.

If you can learn gossip patterns and do a little favor, as long as it's not kissed or hugged, it's still okay.

What if it's too much to ask? She didn't know for a while whether she would choose to kill him directly or agree to come down first, and then kill him after learning the gossip pattern.

This heart is churning up and down, but there is still a protective and polite smile on his face.

Zhao Jiayan didn't know that the eldest sister wanted to be crooked, so he said to the eldest sister according to his own thoughts, "Eldest sister, you put the short knife in the fire and burned red." ”

Zhao Jiayan looked at the burned red short knife, gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves, and said something that surprised the eldest sister, "Imprint the short knife on my arm, don't move if I don't tell you to take it away." ”

"Are you sure?" The eldest sister exclaimed.

"Well, let's start now."

Zhao Jiayan said calmly.

He watched as the eldest sister picked up the hot red short knife with an iron clip and slowly moved it towards his arm.

The high temperature of the short knife first scalded the hairs, and then scorched the hairs.

Seeing that the eldest sister's hand stopped, the short knife stopped in front of the skin, and he suddenly stretched his arm forward and took the initiative to lean on the knife.

"Whoosh", a cold voice sounded, followed by a puff of green smoke rising from between the two, and a stench of burnt protein.

The eldest sister's eyebrows twitched a few times, she was also trained in anti-torture training to extract confessions, but that was the need of the mission, and no one would normally want to come a second time.

But it was the first time she had seen her on the initiative to be punished.

Directly roasting the flesh, the kind of pain that makes people face a life-and-death dilemma, the eldest sister shuddered when she thought about it.

And the young man only saw sweat on his head, that is, he did not scream and did not feel trembling. His eyes looked calmly at his arm, as if to observe the effect of the burning.

"Is this a human?"

Zhao Jiayan was in pain, and he wanted to cut off his hand.

But he was still holding on, and preventing the vitality in his body from repairing the wound.

He wanted to simulate the wound on the female soldier's face and see if his ideas could help her regain her former beauty.

"Fortunately, I called my eldest sister to come, otherwise I would definitely not be able to do it." Zhao Jiayan was happy in his heart.

The constant frequency of his heart kept him awake and calm, and his hand removed the short knife as the body image in his brain showed that the injury was similar to that of the female soldier.

The smoke and sound suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Jiayan gasped loudly.

The louder pant was the female soldier who had fallen to the ground. The sound of sizzling and the smell of burning flesh had tormented her for countless nights and awakened her.

There was a knife-shaped scorch mark on his hand that had penetrated nearly one centimeter into the flesh, and all the skin tissue of that centimeter had turned to ashes, and the muscles were half-baked.

The liquid tissue of the human body lowers the temperature of the short knife.

The wound was not bleeding, only the sharp pain rushed to the brain.

The movement of the two was not small, and several women surrounded them.

Tianxian's heart regained calm after a beat, and Li Mei and several female soldiers covered their mouths with a look of shock.

Zhao Jiayan took a few deep breaths to calm his mood. No matter how calm he is, he is also a human being, and he also needs to get used to the pain of burning a piece of meat in this life.

The next step is to slowly put some vitality into the wound.

The wound began to scab over with a small amount of vigorous treatment, and the pain gradually diminished to none.

The hand caressed the wound, wiped the blood scab on the surface, and a hideous scar appeared in the eyes of the women.

The burned wound healed, but left a terrible scar.

The scar was like a grimace, and Li Mei felt a chill in her heart when she looked at it.

Zhao Jiayan looked at the scar on his arm with satisfaction, and his appearance was basically the same as the scar on the female soldier's face.

Let go of the restraint on the vitality of the body, and let the vitality repair the wounds that are not good.

The vitality only dissipated after a circle, and the scar remained.

When the wound is healed, it completes its task, and the scar is not in its area of responsibility.

The eldest sister watched this strange man recover after a few seconds after self-injury, and she didn't understand why he did this?

Do you want to show what you're capable of? But he had behaved magically enough before, and no one dared to ignore his words and deeds, and no one would despise all his requests.

There's no need to add to it.

"Mr. Zhao, why are you doing this?" She couldn't help but ask.

This is also the doubt in the hearts of several women.

Only Tianxian has felt the vitality and magic, and then looked at the scar on his arm, he had already guessed something, and looked at Zhao Jiayan with admiration in his eyes.

Zhao Jiayan smiled at the eldest sister while wiping her sweat, "I was idle just now, I just wanted to see if I could make the female soldier's face return to normal." ”

The eldest sister followed Zhao Jiayan's finger and saw the female soldier fall to the ground. Who the long hair belongs to, the eldest sister is clear.

The hair was allowed to be left behind, and it was the first time she had used her power to change the rules.

"Can Chu Ke's face be cured?" The eldest sister screamed in surprise, and grabbed Zhao Jiayan's hand with both hands, "Mr. Zhao, I'm here to beg you, please cure Chu Ke's face." ”

"I'm doing my best, I've got to see what looks like here." Zhao Jiayan said lightly.

The hand was grabbed by the eldest sister, and he was a little uncomfortable with the fleshy feeling coming from the other party's hand, and his hand retracted unnaturally.

The eldest sister noticed her gaffe and let go of her hand.

Her eyes turned red with this, "Mr. Zhao, as long as you heal Chu Ke's face, you will agree to whatever you ask me Tu Shiyue." ”

Zhao Jiayan felt that this eldest sister still had merit at this time, and it was more pleasing to the eye.

"Well, I'm going to try again, you'll have to wait a minute."

After he finished speaking, he gestured at the wound with the drawing knife and put the knife down again.

Tianxian squatted down at this time, and said with concern, "Master, if you can't do it, then let me come." ”

"Forget it, let's do it yourself. I believe that injuries are inevitable in the future, so you should adapt to it first. ”

"Are you sure?"

"It's okay, you have to help me fix it."

"Okay."

The strange conversation between the two ended, and Tianxian moved behind Zhao Jiayan, squatting down to stabilize his arm from behind.

"Alright."

Under the strange gaze of the eldest sister, Zhao Jiayan's drawing knife cut a black light and swept back at the scar on his left arm.