In the huge courtyard, tables and chairs were overturned, and people lying all over the floor.

Not only the Jianghu Haoke, but also more than a dozen players with not very high levels, all of whom are around 50 levels.

Originally, twenty or thirty tables were set up for the banquet, but at this time the guests could only lie on the cold ground, unable to move, and even the weapons with them could not be unsheathed.

All of them are not dead yet, and their bodies are twitching slightly, which is a sign of poisoning.

Among the Eight Sword Kings, Xi Liantian and Peng Jian stood in their arms at the door of the lobby, and looked inside slightly.

Feng Yifei raised his eyes and looked into the lobby.

The situation there is much more tragic!

The tables and chairs were overturned, and the dishes were sprinkled everywhere, and many people were lying in a row.

That's all, near where he was, there was a body with his body and head separated. Several people were lodged around him, some had broken hands and some had broken feet. The broken limbs that were cut off were not far away, and blood flowed into a stream, winding.

Feng Yifei used his soft sword to slash countless enemies, and he didn't care much about this scene.

But what shocked Feng Yifei was that there was a man leaning beside the table under his help.

It can no longer be said to be a person, only a piece of blood-red mosaic is seen.

This is obviously too cruel, and the system blocks the situation so that players can see this scene clearly.

From the revealed message, you can know the name of the human figure.

The man's name made Feng Yifei frown, Zhao Tianrong.

It's only one word different from my sister's name.

He was tortured, but he was still alive, still trembling, but he could hardly make a sound, and he could only hum a breath like a wandering spring.

Hard work is blood on your hands and blood on your body.

He was covered in blood, but he was laughing, laughing extremely happily.

Facing the bloody mess all over the ground, he looked like a butcher who had just walked out of the slaughterhouse.

Some people are already vomiting so much that they are covered in filth.

Even Zhao Lanrong, who was beside Ren Chen, seemed to be invisible to see this, turned his head and looked at the other side.

The other few who were ranked alongside her in the Eight Great Sword Kings were just watching coldly and silently.

The dozens of big men standing behind hard work and hard work showed an admiration.

An old man named Hua Kufa roared, "If you don't work, you won't work! Even if you kill all the people in my family, you will say the same thing! I hate that everyone is in a hiding place for my birthday party, and I feel ashamed of my fellow travelers!"

He said so, but he couldn't help but burst into tears.

This is the first sound that looks a little old.

Ren Chen put his index finger on his lips, snorted, "Boss Hua, please be at ease. You are just a demonstration to make you truly understand and not listen to us. What will happen if you fall under our hands. The greatest luck is to die faster, hahahahaha."

The people lying on the ground around them were extremely resentful.

Not many people will encounter such a scene.

He could not save him when he saw death, and could not help him. He was filled with grief and anger, but could not move.

Most of the people present were licking blood from the knife. They often encountered bloody storms, but few people in the martial arts world would be so cruel, so spicy, so amazing, and so poisonous!

When people walk in the world, there is a saying that goes, stay at the forefront of being a person and meet each other in the future.

Even if you kill someone, at least you will avoid doing things that both humans and gods openly in public and in public view, so as not to arouse public anger in the future and be attacked by groups.

But hard work is so abnormal. They don’t care at all and are very proud.

Feng Yifei couldn't stand it even if he acted like this.

They are extremely kind in front of themselves, and they can do their best to please, and they can't feel that they are bad people at all.

A pair of outsiders showed their cruel and vicious faces.

He just listened to the conversation and laughed, "How is my skill in killing? No more or less, two hundred and thirty-one pieces of meat cut in total. Look, he can see bones all over his body, but I keep him still able to eat something tomorrow, but... he can't slap!"

He was so proud of doing such a vicious thing, "Don't think that if you can't get rid of it, think about it, what would it feel like if I pour another bucket of sand and a bucket of water? If the sand is hot or some charcoal is added, the water is added with some chili or honey, and then put it in the sun..."

Everyone fell silent.

Even a tough guy can't stand such torture.

People have the desire to survive.

Even if I dare to die, I don’t think it’s this way of death.

Let the complainer raise his hand and let the silence come to a close moment.

"Oh~~" Ren Chen sighed as if he was compassionate, "It seems that Boss Hua still doesn't want to submit, so I can't blame me for waiting."

After saying that, he reached out his hand and grabbed a young man sitting on a chair beside him, begging Hua Qingzhou, and pinched his cheek.

Hua Qingzhou was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was so scared that she fought with her teeth, her whole body trembled, and tears couldn't stop flowing down her eyes.

The flower withered hair was full of tears, but she shouted, "Good boy, don't be embarrassed!"

Ren Chen raised his hand and gently stroked Hua Qingzhou's cheek, and said with a smile, "This thin skin and tender flesh, hahaha, Boss Hua, you are smart and handsome, so I will give you another chance, will you never follow me?"

"No!" Hua Kuhai roared with a little crying voice, and tears continued, "Boy, I'm sorry for you..."

"You have to think clearly."

There was a small knife with a slightly curved shape on Ren Chen's hand and gently slid around Hua Qingzhou's face.

"My craftsmanship is not worse than hard work. I will peel it from his skin first. I can guarantee that I will peel off his skin in a whole piece, and then slowly peel his flesh one by one."

He said creepy words, but he was laughing, a little shy and a little shy, like a little boy who had met someone he liked for the first time.

Suddenly, there was one more person in front of him.

A man wrapped in a faint blood mist.

Very abrupt.

Nothing sound at all.

No one saw the movement clearly, and the knife in Ren Chen's hand was gone.

Everyone present was extremely shocked, and the Eight Great Sword Kings had already pressed their hand to the hilt.

Ren Chen recognized the identity of the person from the windless long hair, and smiled awkwardly, "Brother Feng."

The muscles on his face twitched. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. He rubbed his bloody hands uneasyly.

"It's done too much!" Feng Yifei said coldly, and casually stuffed the snatched knife into the package.

A group of big men who worked hard and bowed in panic, "I have seen Lord Feng!"

The people lying on the ground were in a state of turmoil, some were surprised, some looked at each other with different expressions.

Judging from this reaction, it seems that they are not all decent characters.

But the flower-haired eyes couldn't hide it, and he was full of hatred. He seemed not to belong to the villain.

An old man named Wen Mengcheng shouted sternly, "You are Feng Yifei, one of the five famous catchers? Don't cry and have a fake compassion! Who doesn't know that you are a fox and dog party who vents anger with them! I've heard that you have been called a slogan! Don't be embarrassed by the Hua family's children, what are the means to rush to me!"

Feng Yifei was stunned. I jumped out to save you! Are you in your mind? How dare you scold me at this critical moment?

What a complaint?
Chapter completed!