"Dream! If you dare, ask someone to beat me to death! If I frown, I will be your grandson!" the fake Zisha roared through gritted teeth, with a very determined attitude.
"Haha! Really?"
At this moment, the corner of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer. Then, he took out a silver needle from his body. It seemed that he wanted to perform acupuncture on the fake Zisha.
As the saying goes: Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years!
Before, Ye Fan first used silver needles to seal his acupuncture points, and then used silver needles to seal his mute acupuncture points. Therefore, when the fake Zisha saw the silver needles, they all felt trembling with fear.
Ever since, the fake Zisha asked nervously: "Ye Fan, what do you want to do to me again? If you have the guts, stab me to death with a knife. You always use silver needles. What kind of hero are you?"
At this time, Ye Fan smiled coldly and said lightly: "Haha, didn't you just say that you were very stubborn? What's wrong? Now you know you are afraid?"
"I'm not afraid, but I want to find out what exactly you want to do?" the fake Zisha retorted on the spot and cursed.
"Haha, you will know soon!"
Finished!
Ye Fan quickly took action and pricked certain acupuncture points on the fake Zisha's body with silver needles.
Well?
The fake Zisha was stunned. He was pricked by a silver needle just now and felt like he was bitten by an ant. Other than that, he didn't feel anything else.
At this time, the fake Zisha realized that he had been teased by Ye Fan, so he cursed angrily: "Ye Fan, are you going to the grave to burn newspapers to fool ghosts? What tricks are you playing with this acupuncture? You
Are you scaring me?"
Ye Fan shook his head and said lightly: "Scaring you? Haha! You are wrong, I increased the pain on you tenfold!"
"What makes the pain increase ten times? Stop fooling people here! I am not a three-year-old child, and I will not be fooled by you!" The fake Zisha said viciously, with a fierce light in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat it.
Ye Fan is average.
"You don't believe it, do you? It's okay! You will believe it soon!"
Ye Fan grinned, then gave instructions to the Longmen agent beside him, and said lightly: "Come here! Keep beating him!"
"Yes! Boss!"
A bald agent responded immediately, then raised his whip again, preparing to whip the fake Zisha.
"It's useless! Ye Fan! No matter how hard your men beat me, I will never succumb to the whip. If I scream in pain, my fucking surname will be yours!"
The fake Zisha yelled loudly, showing a look that he would rather die than surrender. His face even turned red, and veins were popping on his forehead. He looked extremely scary.
"Haha! I hope you still have the confidence to be arrogant later!" Ye Fan said quite profoundly.
After saying that, he winked at the bald agent.
Soon, the agent picked up the whip and whipped it hard on the fake Zisha.
"Crack!"
When the whip was struck, there was a crisp sound, and the whip hit the fake Zisha, who then let out a pitiful wail.
"ah!"
The face of the fake Zisha was instantly distorted. The severe pain made him unbearable and he couldn't help but scream.
"hiss--"
The fake Zisha gasped in pain, and his forehead was covered with bead-sized beads of sweat.
"No...impossible! Why was the whip okay just now? Why is it so painful now?"