Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Fifteen couldn't help but pull the little fox behind him, and asked the pale-faced people, "As for you, you choose whether to cut off your hands or your feet."

Of course they wouldn't choose, but Shiwu said, "It's okay if you don't choose, then just like them, all hands and feet will be cut off."

"I'll count down dozens, and I'll give you time to choose. After I finish counting, if you haven't made up your mind yet, then... I'll help you choose."

Fifteen's words were of course not just talking casually, he did what he said, and when he did it, he would only act more ruthlessly.

Fifteen counted slowly: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine..."

His voice was very calm, neither fast nor slow, faint, and not loud, but the group of people listening were sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked.

Just when he was about to count to ten, finally a person stood up and said tremblingly: "I, my contestant, can I only break one?"

Fifteen smiled: "Yes."

Fifteen asked him again: "Are you going to break it yourself, or I will do it?"

"I, I... myself..." The man thought for a while before deciding to come by himself. He felt that it would be even worse if Fifteen hit, but he didn't expect that no matter whether it was heavy or light, the arm would be the same. Broken, is there any difference?

The man walked to the door frame, put his left arm on it, held a stool in his right hand, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and smashed it down.

"Ah..." A pig-killing scream sounded in the room, almost knocking over the roof.

After the first one stood up, there was a second one, and a third one, so the rest took the initiative to stand up one after another, and they all chose the left arm.

This night, what the little fox heard the most was the sound of bones breaking. He could hear the fox fur all over his body stand on end. His scalp was tense and numb, as if a mouse was lying on his head and gnawed on his head. Scalp, so scared.

After those people had all broken their arms, Shiwu told them to leave.

"Get out of Hanjiang Academy tomorrow morning, or you will never leave here. I'm not joking with you. Dean Yuanhe has been away for a while. Academy, now I have the final say."

This news was heard in the ears of several people, making them feel that the pain in their arms was not the most important thing at the moment.

The family went through a lot of hardships to send them back to Hanjiang Academy. Now that they are expelled from the school, what else do they have to go home? When they return home, what will their relatives and friends think of them?

Several people wanted to beg for mercy, but it was useless.

What Fifteen said will never be changed.

"Tomorrow, before I get up, don't let me see you again, get out."

The five people dragged the immobile Zhao Jintong out of the fifteenth room with their unbroken hand, and after leaving the courtyard where they lived, they threw him on the ground casually, and no one paid any attention to him.

Everyone drove away, and the room finally became quiet. .

Fifteen closed the door, then went to the bed, and hooked the little fox: "Come here."

The little fox bit his lip and walked over in small steps.

Fifteen patted the bed beside him, "Sit down."

The little fox sat down obediently. . . .

Fifteen stretched out his hands and pinched its ears, looked at its obviously thinner face, frowned and asked, "Have you lost so much weight, haven't you eaten these days?"

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