Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three more flying knives stabbed directly into the arm that was pulling Fang Jun's neck, still embedded in the flesh and blood, but there was still no reaction, even if Fang Cai had passed it, this time he didn't even turn his face.

"Let him go," Shen Ru yelled, "Zikai, our affairs will be solved by ourselves, you release him first!"

Fang Jun was lifted into the air, his whole face turned red, his hands struggled, but it was obviously useless, his mouth was slightly open, calling for help, and he could only hear a hoarse roar but no words from his mouth.

The sharp nails were like steel needles that had already sunk deep into the flesh of the neck.

The pain and suffocation made Fang Jun's eyes crawl with blood, as long as he couldn't hold on for a moment, he was going to die, he had no power to fight back, and the tears forced out by the stinging pain dripped down the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground.

Melted into the puddles of blood that had already been blurred on the ground.

"Quick...... Run...... Fang Jun looked at Shen Ru who was standing in place helplessly with all his strength, even if he tried to make his forehead voice heard, but the last strength he used was enough to ask for his entire body.

There is no strength left.

His eyes were full of bloodshot and tears, the stinging pain had long since blurred his vision, and his brain had gradually lost control of his body due to long-term lack of oxygen, and his fingernails were still slowly moving towards the flesh.

Obviously, he could be stabbed to death, but he just didn't want to.

Because it's a slow torture.

"Why Sister Shen, are you distressed," Luo Zikai sneered, "Just now, I was righteously saying that I wanted to destroy me on behalf of the Dragon Hunting Regiment, and now I have shaken my heart when I see my beloved man suffering?"

"I ...... Zikai, you let him go!"

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, it turns out that the self-esteem and justice that human beings are proud of are so worthless, just one man is enough to destroy the sense of justice you have built up over the years, sad, pathetic......"

"But it's a pity that I won't let him go this time, because only by killing him can I make you the main force of my snake army without distractions, and only by letting him die can I make that snake girl the source of my snake blood that will not be exhausted forever......"

The faint sound was chilling.

In Shen Ru's eyes, this child was no longer a person, but a ghost, a murderous demon.

"Then let's die," Luo Zikai leaned down to look at his father's haggard face, "As long as tonight passes, the revival of the Luo family will be just around the corner, and the snake belly number one...... Kill ......"

However, before the word killing could be spoken, suddenly a black light flashed in mid-air, with a fierce murderous aura, directly sawing off the hands that were holding Fang Jun's neck!

The power that was clamped suddenly became urban, Fang Jun sat on the ground, holding the ground with both hands and gasping for breath, it was really a long shot, if this knife came down later, I was afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

He knew that if he wanted his own life, it was enough for the monster in front of him to gently twist his wrist.

The nails of the two hands choked the neck, and at the moment they were still embedded in the flesh and blood, Fang Jun ripped the two severed hands from his neck like drawing a knife, threw them aside, and looked up at the snake belly No. 1 in front of him.

The black blood spread along the hole-like wound, dripping to the ground, devouring the crimson color left over from Fang Jun's plasma......