War God's Revenge

"Why should we beg for mercy?"

Ye Tian showed a look at the moment, but he was full of doubts.

"Nonsense! You're going to die soon, and you keep saying you're afraid. Why don't you choose to beg for mercy and live?"

The middle-aged man is dying of anger.

How can we make these two people understand the current situation?!

"No, we don't think you dare to leave the torch, so we won't beg for mercy."

Ye Tian suddenly said.

The middle-aged man was stunned first.

Then he gave a "poof" and laughed directly.

He also said to the villagers who were eyeing around, "he said I didn't dare to leave the torch?"

"Ha ha ha."

"I guess I was scared silly."

"Are you comfortable in big cities and feel safe everywhere?"

"I didn't die at first sight!"

"Brother Jianhong, kill them directly. Everyone can see a good play!"

Everyone laughed.

But right away.

Ye Tian took the lead in saying, "you said that the roads around were covered with gunpowder and gasoline had just been poured. Do you think you can survive by throwing the torch on the ground?"

The scene was momentarily silent.

Only the sound of the breeze.

The villagers who had laughed around immediately closed their mouths and showed a frightened look on their faces.

One by one swallowed his saliva, and his steps were a little soft.

But soon, the middle-aged man immediately recovered.

"Don't be alarmist here. You just spilled gasoline on your car. How could it affect us?"

That's what I said.

But the middle-aged man held the torch hand, but it was particularly tight, and raised the height of the torch a lot.

I'm afraid to let go accidentally, or the spark of the torch will fall!

"If you don't believe it, you can try it."

Ye Tian looked indifferent and said to the middle-aged man, "if we die together, we can be more lively when we take huangquan road."

"You...!"

Middle aged man has corner twitch.

"What are you? If you want to do it, do it as soon as possible." Bai Ziyou also gave a cold hum to the middle-aged man, pointed to the area around him, and said, "look at the people you brought here. They all retreated so far. It's you. You're very brave."

When the middle-aged man heard the speech, his eyes subconsciously swept around.

Suddenly I have to tremble all over!

The villagers he brought here have already retreated at least ten meters from the surrounding area!

"You're a fucking bunch of losers!"

The middle-aged man gave a sharp scold.

There was a stalemate.