Hidden Assassin

With a slam, the bamboo sword fell on Jiaming fiercely. Opposite, Shasha whine and struggled on the chair.

"Haha, our Jiaming classmates can really stand up, so they can't help but not make a sound." Then Cao Dongfeng proudly put the bamboo knife on his shoulder. "What's your name, Sister Huaisha? Jiaming doesn't call out It is obviously not painful. "

He smiled on his face, and then the bamboo sword slammed even harder toward Mingming's body: "You don't hurt! You don't hurt! You don't hurt! I know I have a very light hand! A very light hand!"

凶 He was fighting fiercely and fiercely, and the old Japanese man waved a bamboo knife next to him, and the crunching sound also came from the Japanese girl named Yuechi Kaoru. It's just that everything except the sound of the bamboo knife's hitting sounds very quiet. Yuechi Kaoru sits there as if she lost her soul, hits, crooks, and then sits upright. This side is tied to a pillar. Jia Ming didn't say a word, biting his teeth and suffering.

After a short while, Jiaming noticed that Yuki Kaoru's cold eyes moved for a moment, thinking that he was so strange that he could tolerate it, and could not help laughing.

If you really want to endure, of course, you ca n’t do nothing like her, but you are playing as a child, and it ’s enough to push a little bit beyond the limit. The expression of gritting your teeth is still to be done.

The two people beaten here were silent, but the grimacing tied to a chair watching Jia Ming beating and beating, it seemed as if they were hitting themselves, and they were struggling more and more. "Woo" shouted, and the four feet of the chair jumped to the ground as she struggled, banging desperately, and finally, the chair fell to the ground with a rustle, keeping the kneeling down The girl raised her head in the posture, the girl's eyes widened, and the tears had flowed down. I wonder if it was because she had just taken down the forehead or felt heartache for Jiaming.

Cao Er heard the sound of rustling on the ground, and Cao Dongfeng finally gasped and stopped, looking at Jiaming's eyes full of surprise: "I can't think you can really bear it ... because you are always resistant to being beaten, so immune?"

He made this joke and looked back at the rustle in the ground: "However, your girlfriend fell on her knees directly, what cousin Huaisha wanted to do and beg for mercy. Come, help her loosen her mouth, Listen to what she says. "

The men at the side took out the futon in Shashakou and could only hear her say, "Cao Dongfeng, what's the matter with you! Just pick me up if you have a seed!"

"Single-headed?" Cao Dongfeng raised his eyebrows: "What can I do, I can't beat you, this sentence is not at all obtrusive."

He said, turning around and hitting Jiaming again.

When I spent all my energy to hit people, I was beaten like a wood, and there was no reaction at all. It was a very depressing thing. It was as if the singers were singing without applause, and the comic actors performed no one laughing. However, at this time, although Jia Ming had no voice, the rustling scolding was continuous, and Cao Dongfeng became more active.

"Cao Dongfeng, you **** ..."

"You are not a man, you are a 孬 ..."

"Don't dare to fight alone with a woman, you have to hit me ..."

Such scoldings gradually turned into crying and begging ...

"Stop playing ..."

"Please, stop beating, you will kill him ..."

"what--"

Squinting his eyes, looking at Shasha's stubborn and strong face, his eyes were covered with tears, hissing and wailing, Jia Ming sighed in his heart. If it were an ordinary child, it would have been unbearable under such torture. However, Cao Dongfeng didn't seem to want to directly kill him, so there was nothing important in the place to start. Now, as long as you grasp the timing, there should be no major problems. But, shouldn't she shoot in front of her? How to explain it later. He sighed in his heart and felt a slight headache.

At this moment, the torture had been going on for more than an hour, and Shasha's throat had been crying hoarsely. She knelt down on the ground with the chair on her back, and her tied knees could only move forward in small steps, dragging a bar on the ground. The length of the crawling traces of meters, this scene, people just looked at it as a lively, ignored. Cao Dongfeng was holding up the bamboo sword and snapped. It was the old Japanese man next to him who caught his bamboo knife and frowned and said something.

A Japanese-speaking translator said: "Brother Feng, Mr. Yuechi said he can't stand it anymore. The so-called torture is to let others get the most pain. If the limb is injured prematurely, it will only take the other person's painful time. Decrease, he shows you how he fights. "

Cao Dongfeng's eyes brightened, and then respectfully said, "Please Master, please Master." He knew that the Japanese were quite powerful, and at this time he quickly hit a snake stick to follow. The old man in the moon pool waved a bamboo knife in his hand, and suddenly caused deep pain in the bone marrow on the arm at home.

The old man in Yuechi explained the method of exertion slowly in Japanese, how to stop the moment, how to stabilize the wrist, how to lift the weight lightly, Cao Dongfeng nodded and listened. After a long time, the old man suddenly looked at the sky and said in Japanese, "Time is up."

He walked back to that month's pool and asked, "Three days have come. If you haven't said it already, don't blame me for making things embarrassing you!"

The old man walked back, and Cao Dongfeng was excited to apply what he had learned. Sha Sha moved forward for a while at this time, and whispered, "Don't, don't hit ..." The cry, but added Cao Dongfeng's excitement sighed in both hands. He glanced back at Sasa proudly, and then shouted "ah", hit by a bamboo sword.

"Snapped--"

The bang was louder than any previous wave of the sword. Jiaming's little body trembled and spit out blood, and then his head pulled down. Cao Dongfeng inspected with excitement: "Haha, I'm fainted, fainted ..."

Mu Shasha settled on the ground instantly, and there was a wide gap between his eyes. Then, he whispered in a low voice: "Jiaming, Jiaming ..." His knees moved towards this side at a faster speed.

As soon as Cao Dongfeng turned around, he was about to ask someone to bring water to wake up Jiaming. Suddenly, he was stopped by the old Japanese man: "Mr. Yuechi said, let you take off the Japanese girl's clothes here, and then put her On ... "The translator smiled obscenely.

"Here, let everyone watch?" Cao Dongfeng stunned slightly, but saw that Cao Jinghao, who was always watching the liveliness, had already cried: "Mr. Yuechi, what you want you to do! Why do you say so much !?"

"Oh." Cao Dongfeng rubbed his hands. Although it felt ridiculous, but regardless of him, this girl looks too beautiful, and is not inferior to Ling Jing, but this is the woman Mr. Yuechi brought That's why he worked hard to get rid of all the thoughts about this woman. At this time, he could last time. Even if someone was watching, he was still some acquaintance, and he didn't suffer.

Thinking this way, he walked in front of the girl, looked at the old man in Yuechi, and felt out of his hands after getting a positive answer. However, just when he was about to touch the collar of the kimono, a white light suddenly lit up in front of him!

With a snapping sound, Yuechi Xun's left hand retracted, but Cao Dongfeng was scared back by several steps and almost fell to the ground. I saw a few drops of blood dripping out of the wide robe sleeve on the left side of Yuechi Xun, only to know that it was this little girl who looked like a porcelain doll. If it wasn't for Mr. Yuechi, she would hit her, I'm afraid His neck has been cut.

What is ... since Mr. Yuechi is going to hit her, she will not be allowed to bring any murder weapon on her body, then ... it is nails.

With this in mind, the old man in Yuechi patted his back with a bamboo knife, urging him to go up immediately, and the translator said, "Mr. Yuechi reassures you, he will help you watch."

"Oh, then I can rest assured."

This time, Cao Dongfeng walked directly to get shot, but when seeing that Yuechi Xun jumped up, he had to run away, the old man next to him moved, suddenly "snap", the girl was like a butterfly with wings It usually fell to the ground, and the wide kimono spread out. The black hair was covered like a waterfall, but on the leg that was exposed under the kimono, it was full of shocking scars. The old man asked him to wear big red clothes and beat them every day. On the surface, it looked beautiful and seductive, but under this kimono, the girl's body was probably all over.

Cao Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, still reaching out to the underground girl. At that moment, the girl's body was moving again, and her right hand stabbed out sharply. Cao Dongfeng retreated, followed by a bamboo sword to meet, and again, this time. Cao Dongfeng could see, lying sideways on the ground, in his sleeves, with blood on his slim fingers, trembling slightly.

His subconscious look at the old man beside him, took a breath, and he leaned down again.

At this time, the rustling on the side has slowly moved to a place less than one meter away from Jiaming. As she moved, she looked at the boy who was stunned, and her heart was so painful ... Never so painful ... Why ...

Suddenly, she saw Jiaming lifted her head, then opened her eyes.

The cry in her mouth had not yet been screamed, and she calmed down, because at this moment Jia Ming's eyes were filled with blankness like a dead person, and then turned into **** redness. UC Reading at www.uukanshu.com

"Jiaming ....................."

The sound of gurgling in the throat turned into unknown fear and loss.

On the other side, Cao Dongfeng was grabbing the collar of Yuechi Xunna's kimono, slowly pulling it apart, and the scars were torn from the inside. That amazing scene came into view, and there was a sudden exclaiming sound around him. On his side, the old Japanese man shook his hands, and the shell of the bamboo knife shattered. Then, a bit of coldness came out, but this time, he failed. catch up.

Cao Dongfeng was raised.

The collar was clenched tightly, and only a sharp spike was felt tightly behind it, and in front of him, the samurai sword pierced by the old man stopped in front of him, with a sharp edge Almost clung to his throat.

"Don't mess around-"

"Let go!"

"Jiaming ..."

Among the various voices, the Japanese girl who fell sideways to the ground quietly raised her head and looked at the boy standing next to him. The dagger in his hand pressed tightly against Cao Dongfeng's waist, the blood in the corner of his mouth was slow Slowly, in his clothes, has he been bruised all over like himself ...

Then she saw the boy smiling.

"Old man ... you are not enough ..."

I signed the contract yesterday, and the graphics card broke in the early hours of this morning. Sure enough, God started to test my RP again ... But this is all an illusion and it won't scare me!

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