It doesn’t matter if a man is poor, because no matter how poor you are, you are still a man!
However, Qian Zhenxuan couldn't do it because he lost his right to be a man, which was the cruelest thing for him.
At this moment, he wanted to hit the wall and commit suicide immediately, so as not to encounter such humiliation and pain.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do it!
Qian Zhenxuan's face was full of pain. He felt the pain below him, as if he had been cut into pieces.
He wanted to scold people, he wanted to yell, and even wanted to commit suicide, but his body still couldn't move and could only make a muffled groan of "um".
Seeing Qian Zhenxuan's aggrieved look, Ye Fan asked with a smile: "How is it, are you happy? Do you know what it felt like just now? Young Master Qian?"
Qian Zhenxuan gritted his teeth and his eyes were about to break. He wanted to refute, but he didn't even have any room for resistance.
He stared at the demon in front of him with anger.
Of course Ye Fan knew that Qian Zhenxuan was angry about something, but he did not think it was done.
I saw him squirting the ashes and then took a leisurely breath.
"call--"
Under the smoke, Ye Fan's face looked a little hazy and unpredictable. A gloomy and terrifying smile hung on the corner of his mouth, like a demon from hell, making people shudder.
"Woooooooooooo...um!"
Qian Zhenxuan's eyes were full of hatred and hatred, but he could only make such vague whimpers. Apart from that, he could not do anything.
Ye Fan glanced at Qian Zhenxuan, then took out a silver needle from his body.
Seeing this scene, Qian Zhenxuan was so scared that his three souls lost two souls.
As the saying goes: If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. If a person is abnormal, there will be a knife!
Qian Zhenxuan saw Ye Fan take out the silver needle for no reason and would never have any kindness. He must be ready to torture and abuse himself again.
"Uhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Qian Zhenxuan tried hard to struggle, but his body did not listen to the brain's control at all. He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't make any sound in his throat. He was so frustrated that he vomited blood.
"Tsk tsk! The money is low, do you want to ask me why I took out the silver needle?" Ye Fan's mouth curled up slightly, and he joked with a playful look on his face.
Qian Zhenxuan couldn't speak in his throat, so he could only keep blinking his eyes and agreeing.
At this time, Ye Fan smiled coldly and explained lightly: "I am a person! I know a little bit of everything! I know a little bit of martial arts and a little bit of medical skills! And I can use silver needles to stimulate people's pain! Now, I am going to use it
It stimulates you and increases your pain ten times! Let you understand what life is worse than death!”
Ten times pain?
Qian Zhenxuan was stunned. His face was as pale as paper, his pupils shrank rapidly, and his forehead was sweating.
He had never heard of ten times pain. If it were someone else, he would have thought the other party was scaring him, but Ye Fan was not someone else. This guy did what he said and was trying to kill him.
Therefore, the ten times the pain Ye Fan mentioned would definitely not be a bluff!
Qian Zhenxuan was trembling all over, with a look of horror, as if he had met the end of the world. He kept making a nasal sound, as if he wanted Ye Fan to stop.
Unfortunately, Ye Fan ignored it at all, but joked with a playful look on his face: "There is little money, do you really want to experience ten times the pain? It's okay! I'll give you acupuncture now! Don't worry!"
I'm anxious? Who said I'm anxious? Also, when did I say I want to experience ten times more pain?
Qian Zhenxuan felt anger. He wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces, but he could only stare at him and could not do anything at all.
At this time, he had already greeted Ye Fan's ancestors for eighteen generations!