Hidden Assassin

With a "snap", the bamboo knife fell on Jia Ming's body fiercely. On the opposite side, Rusha struggled on the chair with a "huh".

"Haha, our classmate Jiaming is really strong, so he can hold back his voice." Cao Dongfeng proudly carried the bamboo knife on his shoulder, "But sister Huaisha, what's your name? Jiaming won't call out. , obviously it doesn't hurt."

He smiled on his face, and then, he swung the bamboo knife more vigorously and slapped Jai Jiaming's body: "You don't hurt! You don't hurt! You don't hurt! I knew I hit it lightly! I hit it lightly!"

On his side, he was fighting ferociously, while the old Japanese man next to him swung his bamboo knife, and the crisp sound came from the Japanese girl named Kaoru Tsukichi. However, except for the beating sound of the bamboo knife, everything else seemed very quiet. Yuechi Kaoru sat there as if he had lost his soul, hit it, tilted it, and then sat upright, this side was tied to a pillar Jia Ming also kept silent, gritted his teeth, and endured bitterly.

After a while, Jia Ming noticed that Yuechi Xun's cold gaze moved over for a moment, thinking it was strange that he could bear it so much, he couldn't help but secretly smiled inwardly.

If you really want to endure it, of course it's not impossible to be completely unresponsive like her. However, I am playing a child now, and it is enough to barely exceed the limit, and I still have to make a gritted expression.

The two people who were beaten here were silent, but Shasha, who was tied to the chair, watched Jia Ming being beaten up and down, as if hitting himself one after another, struggling harder and harder, saying "wuwu "Woo", the four legs of the chair also jumped on the ground following her struggle, making loud bang bang bang bang noises, finally, the chair fell to the ground, and fell to the ground together with the rustle, maintaining the kneeling position. Looking up, the girl's eyes were wide open, and tears were already streaming down her face. She didn't know whether it was because her forehead hurt because she took it off just now, or her heart ached for Jia Ming.

Hearing the rustling sound of falling to the ground, Cao Dongfeng finally stopped panting, and looked at Jiaming with surprise in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to be able to endure... are you immune because you are always beaten by Ren?"

He made this joke, and looked back at Shasha on the ground: "However, this girlfriend of yours just knelt down, what does Cousin Huaisha want to do, she wants to beg for mercy. Come, come, let her open her mouth, Listen to what she has to say."

The subordinates at the side took out the cloth ball in Rusha's mouth, only to hear her say: "Cao Dongfeng, why are you rushing at me! If you have the guts, challenge me one-on-one!"

"One-on-one?" Cao Dongfeng raised his eyebrows: "How can I do that, I can't beat you, this sentence is not pleasant at all."

As he said, he turned around and hit Jia Ming again.

When you beat someone with all your strength, it is definitely a very depressing thing to be beaten like a log without any reaction. It was as if no one applauded when a singer sang, and no one laughed when a crosstalk actor performed. However, even though Jia Ming was silent at this time, the rustling scolding from behind was continuous, and Cao Dongfeng became more and more vigorous in his fight.

"Cao Dongfeng, you bastard..."

"You're not a man, you're a coward..."

"I don't even dare to fight a woman one-on-one, you want to hit me..."

Such scolding gradually turned into crying and begging for mercy...

"Don't fight anymore..."

"Please, don't hit him, you'll kill him..."

"ah--"

Seeing that Shasha's usually stubborn and strong face was covered with tears and crying hoarsely, Jiaming sighed in his heart. If it was an ordinary child, he would have been unable to bear this kind of torture for a long time. However, Cao Dongfeng didn't seem to want to beat him to death directly, so the point of attack is not critical. Now, as long as the timing is right, there should be no big problem , but should he strike in front of her? How to explain it later. He sighed inwardly, feeling a slight headache.

The torture had been going on for more than an hour now, and Shasha's throat was already hoarse from crying. She knelt down on the ground with the chair on her back, her bound knees could only move forward in small steps, and dragged a piece of paper on the ground. Mi Duo's long crawling traces, this scene, others just watched it as a lively scene, and ignored it. Cao Dongfeng was raising the bamboo knife, when there was a snap, the Japanese old man next to him held his bamboo knife, frowned and said something.

The translator next to him who understands Japanese came over and said: "Brother Feng, Mr. Yuechi said that he can't stand it any longer. The so-called torture is to make others suffer the most. If you disable your limbs prematurely, you will only suffer from the other party's painful time." Less, he lets you watch how he plays."

Cao Dongfeng's eyes lit up, and then he said respectfully: "Please advise, master, please advise." He knew that the Japanese was quite powerful, so he quickly followed with a snake stick. The old man Yuechi waved the bamboo knife in his hand, and suddenly, Jiaming's arm caused severe pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.

The old man Yuechi slowly explained the method of exerting force in Japanese, how to tap to the end, how to keep the wrist steady, how to lift the weight as if it were light, Cao Dongfeng nodded and listened. After a long time, the old man suddenly looked at the sky and said in Japanese: "It's time."

He walked back to Yuechi Xun's side and asked: "Three days are up, if you still don't tell me, don't blame me for doing something that embarrasses you!"

The old man walked back, Cao Dongfeng wanted to apply what he had learned excitedly, at this time, Shasha moved forward a little bit, and cried softly: "Don't, don't hit..." This cry was even more invigorating. Feeling excited, Cao Dongfeng breathed a few breaths on his hands, he turned his head to look at Shasha proudly, then shouted "Ah", and struck down with the bamboo knife.

"Snapped--"

This sound was louder than any previous swiping of the knife. Jia Ming's small body shook, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then his head drooped. Cao Dongfeng checked excitedly: "Haha, knocked out, knocked out..."

Shasha landed on the ground in an instant, her eyes were lost for a while, and then she cried in a low voice: "Jiaming, Jiaming..." Her knees moved to this side at a faster speed.

When Cao Dongfeng turned his head, he was about to ask someone to bring water to wake Jiaming up, when suddenly, the old Japanese man stopped him: "Mr. Yuechi said, let you take off that Japanese girl's clothes right here, and then put her on the bed." Already..." The translator smiled obscenely. .

"Here, let everyone watch?" Cao Dongfeng was slightly taken aback, but Cao Jinghao, who had been watching from the sidelines, had already shouted: "You can do whatever Mr. Yuechi tells you to do! Why are you talking so much!?"

"Oh." Cao Dongfeng rubbed his hands, although he felt that this was absurd, but who cares, this girl is too beautiful, she is not inferior to Lingjing, but this is the woman brought by Mr. Yuechi , That's why he tried his best to let himself stop all thoughts of this woman. If he can do it for the first time, even if there are people watching, he will still be acquaintances, so he won't suffer.

Thinking this way, he walked up to the girl, glanced at the old man Yuechi, and stretched out his hands after receiving an affirmative answer, but just as he was about to touch the collar of the kimono, a white light suddenly lit up in front of him!

With a sound of "啪——", Yuechixun retracted his left hand, but Cao Dongfeng was so frightened by the accident that he took several steps back and almost fell to the ground. Seeing the few drops of blood dripping from the left sleeve of Yuechi Xun, he realized that it was this little girl who looked like a porcelain doll who shot her. If Mr. Yuechi hadn't hit her, I'm afraid His own neck has been cut.

What is it... Since Mr. Yuechi wants to beat her, he will definitely not allow her to carry any murder weapon on him, so... it is nails.

Thinking of this in his mind, the old man Yuechi patted him on the back with a bamboo knife, urging him to go up immediately, and the translator said at the side: "Mr. Yuechi reassures you, he will watch for you."

"Hehe, then I can rest assured."

This time, Cao Dongfeng walked over and was about to make a move, but saw Yuechi Xun suddenly jumped up, and wanted to run away, the old man next to him moved, and there was another "pop" sound, the girl was like a butterfly with broken wings It usually fell to the ground, the wide kimono was spread out, and the black hair fell down like a waterfall, but the calf exposed under the kimono was full of shocking scars. The old man made him wear bright red clothes, and beat him every day. On the surface, he looked beautiful and attractive, but under the kimono, the girl's body was probably covered in bruises.

Cao Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, and still stretched out his hand towards the girl on the ground. At that moment, the girl's body moved again, and her right hand suddenly thrust out. Cao Dongfeng could see that lying on his side on the ground, the slender fingers in his sleeves were blood red and trembling slightly.

Subconsciously looking at the old man beside him, taking a breath, he bent down again.

At this time, Shasha on the side had slowly moved to a place less than one meter away from Jiaming. While moving, she looked at the boy who was knocked out, and her heart ached...it never hurt like this...why...

Suddenly, she saw Jiaming raised his head, and then opened his eyes.

Before the cry in her mouth could be uttered, she suddenly froze, because at this moment, Jia Ming's eyes were filled with a blankness like that of a dead person, and then they turned into a deep red like blood.

"Jia Ming........."

The voice in the throat turned into unknown fear and confusion.

On the other side, Cao Dongfeng was grabbing the collar of Yuechi Xun's kimono, slowly pulling it away, and shocking scars were torn from the inside. That astonishing scene came into view, and there was a sudden exclamation from the surroundings. The Japanese old man shook his hand, and the shell of the bamboo knife shattered, and then, a little cold light stabbed out. However, this time, he failed. catch up.

Cao Dongfeng was lifted up.

The collar was tightly grasped, and he could only feel a sharp spike pressing against his back. In front of him, the samurai sword stabbed by the old man stopped in front of him. Almost clinging to his throat.

"Don't move around—"

"open!"

"Jiaming..."

Amidst all kinds of voices, the Japanese girl lying sideways on the ground quietly raised her head and looked at the young man standing beside him. The dagger in his hand was pressed tightly against Cao Dongfeng's back, and the blood at the corner of his mouth slowed down. Slowly, in his clothes, is he covered in bruises like himself...

Then, she saw the boy smiling.

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

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