The fake Zisha was shocked and shocked to the extreme. He could not understand at all. What was going on?
He was whipped a few hundred times just now, and he had nothing to do except for a little pain, but the pain of the whip just now increased significantly, and it felt like he was suffering from being burned.
At this time, Ye Fan lit a cigarette again, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out the smoke.
"call!"
Under the smoke, his expression became extremely cold and hideous, as if he was a devil coming out of hell, making people frightened.
"Did you forget what I said just now? Your pain has been mentioned ten times as much as I have mentioned, so the pain your body needs to bear is also ten times more!"
Ye Fan said word by word with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Damn it! Ye Fan, you are despicable. You are such a poor third-rate method to me? You have the will to kill me!" Fake Zisha stared at his scarlet eyes and roared.
If it weren't for the body being sealed with acupuncture points, the fake Zisha would have wished to rush forward immediately and fight Ye Fan to the death.
Ye Fan shrugged and said lightly: "I said it will make you worse than death! Do you think I'm joking? Haha!"
"Damn it! Ye Fan, you are still the king of the Dragon Gate! If you use such a low-level method, what kind of hero are you?" Fake Zisha retorted and scolded angrily.
At this time, Ye Fan shot the ashes and sneered disdainfully: "Do you want to use the provocation method again? Haha! I said, this move is useless to me! How can there be so many morals in the world when you succeed, the king will succeed and the enemy will fail!
Besides, being kind to the enemy means being cruel to oneself!”
Ye Fan said, after taking two puffs of cigarettes, he threw away the cigarette butt, then stretched out his right hand, grabbed a handful in the air, and a silver needle appeared out of thin air in the palm of his right hand. He then shook his hand gently.
The silver needle immediately rushed towards the fake Zisha.
"Swoosh!"
I saw the silver needle stabbed into the acupuncture point in the fake Zisha's body accurately, and it was directly pierced into the vital points!
"Swish!"
The fake Zisha's face changed suddenly!
"Ye Fan, what did you touch me again?" Fake Zisha looked panicked and his whole face turned pale.
Ye Fan said lightly: "I will increase your pain to a hundred times!"
"What? One hundred times?"
Suddenly, the fake Zisha was so scared that his whole body trembled, his face as if dead!
"One hundred times painful? Is this going to kill me?" Fake Zisha squeezed out a few words with difficulty. His tone became a little trembling, and he was obviously very panicked inside.
Ten times more painful just now, he has already made him die. If he is one hundred times more painful, wouldn't he be so painful?
Ye Fan still smiled and said lightly: "Haha! I said that you will understand what life is worse than death! If a hundred times of pain cannot torture you, then I will improve you to a thousand times! Even one
Ten thousand times!”
"A thousand times?"
Ye Fan's Binghan's voice fell into the ears of the fake Zisha, which made the fake Zisha tremble for a moment, and his eyes were filled with a strong look of fear and despair.
He really couldn't figure out whether Ye Fan was a human or a devil. If he were a human, how could he do such a cruel thing?
What is the concept of a thousand times pain?
It was even more painful than burning him with fire.
"That's right! If you don't want to be tortured by me until your life is worse than death, then tell me obediently, where is the real purple evil?!" Ye Fan asked coldly.
I saw Zisha, the fake, gritting his teeth and retorting with a stubborn look on his face, "Don't want to know! I said that I will not betray the organization!"
"Is that so? Then let's do it a little bit more. I will increase your pain to a thousand times!"