When Lin Zifeng heard this, he was not angry. He took out the silver needle from his arms and showed a meaningful smile.

Taro Yijue didn't know what Lin Zifeng was going to do, but when he saw Lin Zifeng's meaningful smile, he shuddered and felt as if he was being targeted by death.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Taro Yijue looked at Lin Zifeng in horror, feeling as if he was being targeted by a demon.

"Last time Aozawa Momoe held on to five silver needles. You are an assassin and a prefecture-level warrior. I hope you can hold on to a few more silver needles."

The smile on Lin Zifeng's face became even stronger. As soon as he raised his hand, three silver needles fell on Tailang Yijue. ??

Taro Yijue felt severe pain in his body. The most important thing was that he couldn't move. He couldn't move any part of his body.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zifeng's fourth silver needle fell, and the pain like ants eating almost doubled.

However, Taro Yijue's endurance was obviously much stronger than that of Sozawa Momoe. When four silver needles fell, he didn't even scream, but just looked at Lin Zifeng in a blink of an eye.

However, it can be seen from the slight trembling of his arms that he must be suffering from severe pain.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move now, it might not be as simple as shaking.

Lin Zifeng was not in a hurry and took out the fifth silver needle and pricked it.

Taro Yijue let out a muffled groan, apparently reaching the limit of his endurance.

Lin Zifeng raised the corners of his mouth and took out the sixth silver needle.

Seeing Lin Zifeng's action, Tailang Yijue roared: "You lunatic, stop it, just kill me. I won't say anything."

Lin Zifeng ignored it and stuck the sixth silver needle directly.

"ah!!!"

The heartbreaking scream finally came from Taro Yijue's mouth.

Lin Zifeng looked at Tailang Yijue and said with a smile: "These are only six. If you give in like this, I will look down on you."

While talking, Lin Zifeng took

The seventh silver needle came out.

Taro Yijue's face was full of horror. His endurance was already extremely strong, but he could only hold on to six silver needles. Now this seventh silver needle had frightened him.

But in the end, he didn't delay, stared at Lin Zifeng, and persisted.

Lin Zifeng inserted the seventh silver needle nonchalantly. This time, the severe pain directly caused Tailang Yijue's body to twitch slightly, and the pain was so severe that he rolled his eyes.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"You are a madman and a devil!!"

Taro Yijue stared at Lin Zifeng, his face full of despair and pain.

"Haha, no method is too much to deal with people like you." Lin Zifeng said indifferently.

"Now, are you going to say it or not?"

Even though Taro Yijue was twitching in pain, he still had no intention of relaxing.

"Damn it, you bastard, if you dare, kill me, otherwise I will never let you go."

Although Taro Yijue's patience has reached its limit, his willpower is still supporting him.

"I will let you know that in front of me, even wanting to die is a luxury."

Lin Zifeng sneered and the eighth silver needle fell.

This time, Taro opened his mouth and screamed in pain, his voice was hoarse until his throat was hoarse, but it was to no avail, the pain in his body seemed to go straight into his soul.

No matter how painful it was, he could not pass out, let alone relieve his pain through other means.

"Come on, eight silver needles are enough. Maybe you have a chance to become the first person to hold on to ten silver needles." Lin Zifeng said with a smile.

Lin Zifeng has used this method before, but no one has ever been able to persist for ten silver needles.

However, when he saw the ninth silver needle in Lin Zifeng's hand, Tailang Yijue burst into tears and screamed with extreme grievance:

"You are a madman and a devil. You are more terrifying than Sadako and Gayeko." Lin Zifeng was not angry after hearing this. He took out the silver needle from his arms and showed a meaningful smile.

Taro Yijue didn't know what Lin Zifeng was going to do, but when he saw Lin Zifeng's meaningful smile, he shuddered and felt as if he was being targeted by death.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Taro Yijue looked at Lin Zifeng in horror, feeling as if he was being targeted by a demon.

"Last time Aozawa Momoe held on to five silver needles. You are an assassin and a prefecture-level warrior. I hope you can hold on to a few more silver needles."

The smile on Lin Zifeng's face became even stronger. As soon as he raised his hand, three silver needles fell on Tailang Yijue. .??.??

Taro Yijue felt severe pain in his body. The most important thing was that he couldn't move. He couldn't move any part of his body.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zifeng's fourth silver needle fell, and the pain like ants eating almost doubled.

However, Taro Yijue's endurance was obviously much stronger than that of Sozawa Momoe. When four silver needles fell, he didn't even scream, but just looked at Lin Zifeng in a blink of an eye.

However, it can be seen from the slight trembling of his arms that he must be suffering from severe pain.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move now, it might not be as simple as shaking.

Lin Zifeng was not in a hurry and took out the fifth silver needle and pricked it.

Taro Yijue let out a muffled groan, apparently reaching the limit of his endurance.

Lin Zifeng raised the corners of his mouth and took out the sixth silver needle.

Seeing Lin Zifeng's action, Tailang Yijue roared: "You lunatic, stop it, just kill me. I won't say anything."

Lin Zifeng ignored it and stuck the sixth silver needle directly.

"ah!!!"

The heartbreaking scream finally came from Taro Yijue's mouth.

Lin Zifeng looked at Tailang Yijue and said with a smile: "These are only six. If you give in like this, I will look down on you."

While talking, Lin Zifeng took

The seventh silver needle came out.

Taro Yijue's face was full of horror. His endurance was already extremely strong, but he could only hold on to six silver needles. Now this seventh silver needle had frightened him.

But in the end, he didn't delay, stared at Lin Zifeng, and persisted.

Lin Zifeng inserted the seventh silver needle nonchalantly. This time, the severe pain directly caused Tailang Yijue's body to twitch slightly, and the pain was so severe that he rolled his eyes.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"You are a madman and a devil!!"

Taro Yijue stared at Lin Zifeng, his face full of despair and pain.

"Haha, no method is too much to deal with people like you." Lin Zifeng said indifferently.

"Now, are you going to say it or not?"

Even though Taro Yijue was twitching in pain, he still had no intention of relaxing.

"Damn it, you bastard, if you dare, kill me, otherwise I will never let you go."

Although Taro Yijue's patience has reached its limit, his willpower is still supporting him.

"I will let you know that in front of me, even wanting to die is a luxury."

Lin Zifeng sneered and the eighth silver needle fell.

This time, Taro opened his mouth and screamed in pain, his voice was hoarse until his throat was hoarse, but it was to no avail, the pain in his body seemed to go straight into his soul.

No matter how painful it was, he could not pass out, let alone relieve his pain through other means.

"Come on, eight silver needles are enough. Maybe you have a chance to become the first person to hold on to ten silver needles." Lin Zifeng said with a smile.

Lin Zifeng has used this method before, but no one has ever been able to persist for ten silver needles.

However, when he saw the ninth silver needle in Lin Zifeng's hand, Tailang Yijue burst into tears and screamed with extreme grievance:
Chapter completed!