Idi Amin's boots were wiped like a mirror, and with each step, the heavy voice echoed in the empty hall, and when Mo Yi was still five meters away, Idi Amin smiled.

He loved to laugh today, and laughed like a child, after all, what a pleasant thing it was to catch a 'cricket' to tease.

"Stand him up, I'm going to hear his screams burst my ears!" Idi Amin poked Mo Yi's swollen face when he was beaten by the prisoner: "You know, you provoked me, I could have spared you, but you are too good at acting, look at me too fiercely, I don't like it, for the sake of a smooth road in the future, I think we should extinguish all the flames of crisis before they arise, Fei Si is right, she can't save you, and no one can save you!"

After his subordinates set Mo Yi up, Idi Amin took out a pair of iron tongs from his waist and gently clamped Mo Yi's tail finger: "Ready, I'm looking forward to your shout!"

Mo Yi gasped, and cold sweat flowed down: "Wait! I can provide you with information about the Dragon Kingdom! Please, don't do it!"

The resistance was fierce, and Mo Yidan begged to kneel, so that Idi Amin could have a lot of adults and let himself go.

It's a pity that he was caught by Idi Amin's men at this moment, and he couldn't even kneel humbly.

Mo Yi is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is that he wants to die, but he can't die.

"I don't need any information about the Dragon Country, and the Haina Kingdom doesn't have the troops to go out to fight across tens of millions of fierce beasts and hundreds of countries, what I want is very simple, just to hear your call!"

There was no blurred scene of flesh and blood in the momentary squeezing, but everyone present saw that Mo Yi's tail finger was completely flattened, and after releasing the iron tongs, Mo Yi snorted loudly, and the tail finger turned from red to purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood also seeped out of the cracked skin and dripped on the floor.

Looking at Mo Yi who was in great pain in front of him, Idi Amin had a smile on his flushed face, and his smile seemed to be still very gentle, but between the opening and closing of his nose, his breathing gradually became a little short, greedily inhaling the faint smell of blood in the air, and his appearance became more and more crazy.

"Ah!! madman!! Idi Amin I'm C your mother D!!" Mo Yi's face turned purple like a tail finger, and he scolded.

"Didn't you still want to beg for mercy just now?, why are you so hard now?" Idi Amin licked his lips and punched Mo Yi in the abdomen, making Mo Yi's stomach acid surge: "But I have to say, this sound is the most moving I have ever heard, and it is about to make me orgasm!!!!!

Idi Amin grabbed Mo Yi's ring finger, and without too much foreplay, snapped and flattened it.

The life of the rich children of Haina is extremely erosive, and Idi Amin is an expert in creating fun in a corrupt life, he has tried to peel the skin, cut in half, Ling Chi, and pour lead and other capital punishments, but these capital punishment cries are not satisfactory, because these capital punishments make people see no hope, and the cries in the face of death are all noise.

On the other hand, the 'dessert' of flattening your fingers with iron tongs, because there is still a glimmer of hope in your heart, the sound of roaring is interesting, and you can hear all kinds of swear words, screams, etc., which is really 'pleasing to the eye'!

It's a pity that Idi Amin didn't appreciate it for long, Mo Yi, who was beaten by the prisoner and had half his life left, fainted not long after being tortured by Idi Amin.

"Wake him up!" said Idi Amin angrily, no one was allowed to leave the game in his game!

"Young man, your life is really bitter. A curling cloud of green smoke appeared in Mo Yi's mind, and soon, a middle-aged man manifested but couldn't see clearly.

"It's you...... It's you who made me sleep every day, and there are scriptures to read in my dreams!" Mo Yi asked, "Who are you?"

"I am God, a fallen God. The middle-aged man said, "After absorbing the remnant souls of the two fierce beasts, as well as the negative thoughts of you, the host, my remnant soul can appear at this time." ”

Mo Yi took a few steps forward, and the middle-aged man also floated back a few steps, Mo Yi was never able to get close to the middle-aged man, so he had to stand still and say: "Save me, save me out, even if you are a wisp of God's remnant soul, you must have the ability to save me, right?"

"Maybe you misunderstand the meaning of 'God,' and I don't have the power to save you, even in my prime. The middle-aged man said helplessly: "The existence of God is indeed to help human beings, but more importantly, it is to let human beings let go of hatred; force is not particularly important to God, and 80% of gods have no force." ”

The difference between gods and human beings lies in their divinity, which is broader and more loving than human nature, and is not simply capable of overwhelming mountains and seas, capable of human beings, and if gods really rely entirely on force, then there will be no birth and existence of human beings at all.

Force is only the bladeless sword they use to defend life and love in the world.

In the 'War of Gods and Demons' back then, the number of demons was only one-tenth of that of the gods, but both sides fell and perished, all of which proved one thing: gods are not good at war.

"You are about to fall into the devil, how can I entrust you with the responsibility of purifying all sentient beings and reviving heaven and earth?" the middle-aged man sighed faintly.

Mo Yi yelled hysterically: "What bullshit, what purifying sentient beings, as long as I don't get tortured by Idi Amin, I want to live, I don't want to die!"

"Whether it's gods, demons, people, or cats, dogs, ants and reptiles, they don't want to die, they don't want to be tortured, they have to rely on themselves. The middle-aged man said: "You are the hope of all the gods, so that this blue star can return to the fire of truth, goodness and beauty, although I can't help you anything, but I am willing to turn into the other half of this half of the book, to guide you in the future, may you turn evil into good fortune." ”

The middle-aged man's ethereal figure suddenly collapsed towards the center, bursting out with a blazing light, illuminating Mo Yi's dark spiritual world...... Mo Yi seems to have had an epiphany.

"Wake up, let's continue the game!" As soon as Mo Yi's eyes opened, he saw Idi Amin sitting on top of him, and he said a little impatiently: "I can't wait, you can actually sleep for ten minutes under the beating of my men." ”

Edie Amin stood up and stood on Mo Yi's chest, the tip of his right military boot running back and forth on Mo Yi's face, rubbing the dirt off the soles of his shoes.

"Needle here!" Idi Amin beckoned, took a box handed by his hand, and couldn't open it for a long time, so he fell to the ground and trampled hard.

The hard work paid off, and the box was ruthlessly trampled by Edi Amin, and the silver needles inside were scattered all over the ground.

The "Acting Warden ....." Idi Amin's men trembled and picked up all the silver needles and handed them to Idi Amin's hands, for fear of being blamed by Idi Amin.

With a smack of his mouth, Idi Amin swallowed and licked his lips again: "I want to drink some water." ”

Smiling at the man who picked up the silver needle, Idie Amin slashed his throat with a dagger, blood spurted out of the major artery in an instant, and with a smile, Idi Amin fell to the ground, his mouth in his mouth, and drank the fresh blood.

"Sorry, digress, I'm very strange, when I eat 'dessert', I have to go with 'red wine' at all, otherwise I won't be able to eat it. Edi Amin picked up a silver needle and inserted it softly and slowly into Mo Yi's fingertips, and then, with a frown, kicked Mo Yi and another of Mo Yi's men to the ground: "Damn! Why don't you call it! Why don't you call !!it?"

Mo Yi snorted twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, and coughed weakly: "Do you like to hear me wail?

"It's useless!" Idi Amin laughed weirdly, and after taking off Mo Yi's shoes, he took a silver needle and continued to pierce Mo Yi's soles of his feet.

During this period, Mo Yi didn't hum, his expression was indifferent, as if it was not his own feet.

At this moment, Idi Amin lost his pleasure, and even had no intention of killing him, so he turned away in disgust, leaving only a faint sentence: Kill him on a certain day.

"Success!" Mo Yi created his own way of life!

The middle-aged man turned into the remaining half of the book and melted into a demigodhead, of course, it can also be called a relic or a Dao fruit.

The role of Godhead is not as powerful as that of film and television dramas, it only has three abilities: condensing beliefs, dialyzing people's hearts, and interpreting rules.

In Buddhist terms, this is the past, the present, and the future.

Everyone's beliefs come from the past, and his thinking constructs his behavior, understanding the past and the present, then the future can also be extrapolated one by one.

In this way, the gods can resolve the danger one by one.

It's a pity that it's just a demigod, and Mo Yi only has the ability to have an epiphany of dialysis, if you want to have all the abilities, you have to become a god.

The conditions for becoming a god are also simple, save thousands of lives, and accept them as believers, with the blessing of the power of faith, a god is worthy of being called a god.

As a person with a demigod godhead, he usually has a title, and that happens to be Mo Yi's current status in the military: apostle!

Thanks to the middle-aged man who never knew his name, Mo Yi finally couldn't hold back the pain and fainted.

With a click, the door to the prison cell opened at the same time.

"Mo Yi, are you okay?" In Chen Bin's soft call, Mo Yi showed a solid smile in his sleep.