Leng Bu silent's eyes were not emotional, looking at the poor guy with all four limbs, he snorted coldly and asked, "Who told you that with poison, you can kill me Leng Bu Si?"

When the poor fellow heard the cold words, he saw that he was all right now, and his heart was really stabbed and stabbed as if he had been stabbed by the poisoned and leadened prisk. All thoughts are lost, but he still longs for life and does not want to die.

Leng Buyu leaned down, squatted in front of the poor guy, and asked, "Dice Zhijiao, that is, your Jia Daguan, what is the origin?"

The poor fellow looked silent, trying to avoid looking at each other, but for some reason, he always felt in his heart that if he dared to do this, maybe he would die even worse. Leng Bu snorted coldly, his fingers moved slightly, and a short sword of cowhide color fell to the ground, cutting the poor guy's cheek. Hot blood flowed from the wound, wetting half of his face.

Fear, infinite fear.

"Dice Zhijiao, that is, your Jia Daguan, what is the origin?"

Same question, exactly the same words. Word by word, it all got into the poor fellow's ears.

The poor creature opened and closed his mouth, but he didn't seem to make a sound.

Leng Buyu frowned slightly, and said, "Dumb? Then there is no need to ······"

"No, no, no, I say, I say, I say!"

After all, the only thing that matters is to survive. In front of a wealthy woman, only by living can she enjoy these. The poor guy swallowed his saliva, had to open his mouth, and said, "Jia Daguanren, Jia Daguanren, she, she is the big owner of our Pizza Hut." ”

Hearing this answer, Leng Buyu's brows couldn't help frowning, and he was a little stunned. This gambling ghost girl is still the big owner of the gambling house. I thought that those guys in the gambling house would be so respectful and familiar just because Dice Zhijiao was a regular customer and had a generous hand, and he was a rare fat sheep.

How could she have thought that this female gambler was actually the big proprietor of such a four-story gambling house in Cold Crisp City.

It's really funny.

"I, I'm done, hero, hero, you let me go, I'm just an inconsequential little person······"

Leng Bu nodded and agreed with the poor fellow's statement. Thinking that he had escaped a catastrophe, he was a little relieved, but he spoke again without saying a word, and said, "Let me ask you, what if you lose all your money in your gambling house?"

"Don't worry, we can borrow money on the spot. ”

"Oh, do you want an item pawn?"

The poor guy shook his head and said, "No, no, how much do you want, there will be palms to break it, cash, give it on the spot, just sign it and draw a bet." ”

Leng Buyu nodded again, and asked again, "How much can I borrow?"

"Depending on the person, some people are ten taels, some people are one hundred taels, and some are ······"

Before he finished speaking, he interrupted him silently and said, "Then, what is the algorithm for the interest in the gambling house?"

"The day goes out and the day goes in, and you don't take a penny. ”

Leng Buyu listened to it, and also found it interesting, and joked: "Then you still do a fair thing, and you don't take interest." What if it's a little later?"

Hearing Leng Buyu's question, the poor fellow was silent and shut his mouth. Seeing him like this, Leng Bu frowned again, and without waiting or giving another chance, he directly slapped this guy and said, "Say." ”

"Yes, yes, it's also a profit. "Chinese

Leng Buyu nodded and said, "It's only one profit a year, and it's not bad." ”

Hearing Leng Buyu's words, the poor guy looked constipated again, Leng Buyu felt strange, and asked, "One minute a month? This is really a good deal." ”

But when the words fell, this poor guy still had such an expression that people couldn't help but want to smoke him when they saw it.

"Don't fight, don't fight. Although he didn't use a sharp blade, he didn't use a cold slap, although he didn't use all his strength, but he didn't regain his strength. Every time a slap came down, it made his brain stuffy, and it was really uncomfortable, and he hurriedly explained, "Yes, yes, it's a day, one minute a day." ”

Hearing this terrible interest, Leng Bu couldn't help frowning, and slapped it again. Then Leng Bu opened his eyes angrily, and one word after another popped out from between his teeth, and asked, "So, what if you don't have it yet?"

The poor fellow didn't dare to hide his doubts anymore and replied slowly, and hurriedly said: "Then, then the good land and house, cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks, everything that can pay off the debt, it is not impossible." This, this, the small one is not the one who puts the account, this has nothing to do with the small one. ”

Leng Buyu smiled slightly, but his smile made the poor fellow even more flustered.

Leng Buyu cleared his throat and said, "Then, young son, woman, may pay the debt?"

Leng asked silently, but this poor guy was sweating profusely in an instant, and he didn't dare to continue. Leng Bu smiled again, and said, "Then, after you enjoy those women, can you sell them for another price······?"

Thinking of the child, thinking of a criminal who had been punished last year, his eyes couldn't help but widen when he was silent. A terrible thing came to his mind, a young doll with a strange body. Leng Buyu gasped, and said in a slow voice: "Your gambling house, can you do the business of harvesting and cutting?"

Hearing these four words, the poor fellow almost fainted. Leng Buyu stood up, and his voice was cold again, which made people panic when they heard it. Leng Bu said a few times, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's over, get out!"

Hearing that the terrible creature had promised to let himself go, the poor creature kept twisting his body and turning his direction, and squirmed towards the mouth of the alley with an excited face, thinking that he could get out of the devil's side as soon as possible in order to get out of the demon cave as soon as possible. But this cold silence is really not a thing, when his head is about to show this alley, a gust of wind, this poor fellow, his heart is cold.

It was still the cowhide-colored short sword that broke through the wind, and the short sword fell, only to feel pain, and his left ear was gone. Then there was a heart-rending cry of pain, and tears couldn't stop flowing out. There were footsteps again, and the demon drew closer to him. The short sword of cowhide color broke away from the stone slab and flew up on its own. Then I heard the wind break again, and the short sword fell again, and there was another piercing pain, and the poor fellow's other ear was gone.

"You, you, you ······"

The cold voice was still cold, completely emotionless, and said: "The deity promised to let you go because you couldn't hurt the deity." But ah, those who have been harmed by you, if they have the ability, if they have the opportunity, how will they treat you?"

The words fell, and there was a sneer.

There was a constant whirring wind, from the initial heart-rending cry of pain, the sound gradually became quieter, until finally, only the sound of a sharp blade piercing into the body. One time, two times······

Silently looked at the poor fellow, his ears, nose, and eyes were separated from his face. His hands were broken from his fingers, and his legs and calves were cut apart by short swords from his knees. The man had fallen in a pool of blood, but he was not dead, he was still panting.

Or if the torture was enough, Leng Bu also withdrew his hand, sighed and said: "The deity is a good punishment hall, and this kind of criminal law is also used once to regurgitate once." It's a pity, this time I came to Hanshu City, I shouldn't have been nosy, but I really didn't care, I felt uneasy, and I couldn't sleep at night. Also, don't say that the things that the deity does can't be done by people, and what you do can be done by people?"

The words fell, and he was silent and shot out several cold sword qi with his two fingers. The sword qi struck the poor fellow, but wherever there was a wound, it was frozen.

After doing this, Leng Bu silently leaned down again with the cowhide-colored short sword, and squatted down at the poor fellow's side. Then he rubbed the cowhide-colored dagger against the poor fellow, and when he was sure that the blade was clean, he withdrew it into the scabbard on his chest.

Then, with a step, he left the alley. And the poor fellow, still there like a dying wild dog, his mouth slightly open and closed, but he could not hear a sound.

The poor fellow had been in the alley for two or three hours before the Pizza Hut from the gambling house found him. When those people saw him, they couldn't help but gasp, and some of them were almost receptive, and vomited on the spot.

The man was brought back to Pizza Hut, and when everyone, including the dice to the coquettish, saw the poor fellow like those who found him, they gasped, and some vomited on the spot.

The white-haired old man was angry in his heart, clenched his fists, stomped his feet, and said respectfully to the dice: "Jia Daguan, this, this kid in the Dusk Hanlou is really excessive, this, where is this something that people can do!"