Without saying a word, the young man kicked the subordinate just now to the wall, dented, and then fell to the ground, and the whole person fell apart with the sound of bones breaking.

Even though he was in a lot of pain, he didn't dare to snort, because he knew that the young man was ruthless, and he would die even worse.

Only then did the young man's gaze slowly look at him: "Didn't you say... Is there no one here? ”

The subordinates didn't dare to move, for fear of affecting the wounds everywhere and couldn't help screaming in pain, glanced at the face of Zhizhitian, and shook his head: "Villain... I don't know... I don't know at all..."

"Waste, get out."

The young man had no interest in him, and looked at Zhizhitian with an evil smile: "Who are you?" What did you do? ”

Without waiting for Zhizhitian to speak, his subordinates said, "Don't you kneel down to worship when you see Regret Shao?" Are you tired of being crooked? Do you know who this is? ”

Zhitian shook his head: "I don't know, why do I want to know?" ”

The subordinate straightened his collar and said proudly: "I regret less, I am the prince of the lord of the Xihai Dozi Pavilion, I regret it in the fog, are I afraid?" ”

Wise Heaven looked at the bald people and sneered.

Wu Li regretted slapping the past, and directly beat his subordinates all over the ground to find teeth: "Grab my words, you talk a lot?" Yes? ”

Toothless subordinate: "Hmm... Few... I'm sorry..."

Misty regret just asked casually, not interested in how Zhizhitian came here, anyway, almost every person here has been tortured by him, just a toy.

"Bring it out."

The men hurriedly and skillfully opened the cell door and brought out the wise heaven whose hands and feet were roasted by chains.

Wu Li regretted a slight smile: "Let's go, play ball today." ”

……

Wise Heaven staggered and was dragged to an open field, surrounded by an open space with no grass, like an endless execution ground.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and Wise Heaven wet his back under the scorching sun, his face was flat, and he looked a little embarrassed.

The men who regretted it set up an artificial tent for their master, half-sat down on a shady deck chair, and playfully drank fruit wine, ready to enjoy interesting stories.

Wu Li regretted taking a sip of fruit wine: "Rules, in pairs, kick him as a ball, but not too hard, it's not fun to kill a few hits, and it can't be too light, the kick is too light, it's even more boring, the winning condition is, who kicks the most times." The punishment is conditional on whoever kicks him to death. The winning side is rewarded with a wish, casually mentioned. Punishment...... Hehe, you'll know when the time comes. ”

The subordinates choked up with a "coo-dong", but they didn't make a move, they would die if they kicked it, and they had to die if they didn't kick, they couldn't refuse, they could only force it.

"Yes! Regret less! ”

The three groups of people immediately began to kick the ball of Wise Days, and the huge open space was the stage for them to play.

Wise Heaven was kicked and vomited blood in a few strokes, glared at the fog with resentment, and secretly swore in his heart: "This revenge will not be avenged, and it is not a gentleman!" ”

Feeling that the atmosphere was not enough, he waved his hand and sent two more groups of people down.

There are five groups of people, like a football competition on the field, one to zero at one time, two to one later, and three to three after a while, playing happily.

The smell of blood filled the room, and Wise Heaven was unconscious and unconscious.

"Okay, you're tired too, don't get killed, rest for five minutes, and continue in the second half." The corners of his mouth rose long and upward.

Five minutes went by in the blink of an eye............

A plate of cold water was splashed, and the wise heart was cold, and he was directly splashed awake, and opened his eyes slowly, still in a state of confusion, and was ordered to play the ball in the second half!

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Bang Bang Bang ........."

The five groups scrambled to fight hard for the increase in the number of kicks they had in their group, but it was a bitter one.

They will not be merciful, because in the eyes of the cynical ancestor of Misty Regret, they are all the same as Zhitian, as long as he speaks, none of them will be spared to become playthings.