It doesn't matter if you are a man, because no matter how poor you are, you are still a man!
However, Qian Zhenxuan can't do it because he has even lost the right to be a man. This is the cruelest thing to him.
At this moment, he wished he could hit the wall and commit suicide immediately to avoid experiencing such humiliation and pain.
It's a pity that he can't do it!
Qian Zhenxuan's face was full of pain, and he felt a burning pain down there, as if he had been cut into pieces with a thousand knives.
He wanted to curse, he wanted to yell, he even wanted to commit suicide, but his body still couldn't move and he could only make a muffled sound of 'Uh-huh'.
Seeing Qian Zhenxuan's aggrieved look, Ye Fan asked with a smile: "How are you doing, do you feel good? Do you know what it felt like just now? Master Qian?"
Qian Zhenxuan gritted his teeth and his eyes were about to burst. He wanted to refute, but he had no room for resistance at all.
"Uh huh huh?"
His eyes were widened to the extreme, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he was staring angrily at the demon in front of him.
Of course Ye Fan knew what Qian Zhenxuan was angry about, but he pretended that it was nothing.
I saw him flicking the ashes from his cigarette and then taking a leisurely breath.
"call--"
Under the smoke, Ye Fan's face looked a little hazy and unpredictable. There was an eerie smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, like a demon from hell, which made people shudder.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."
Qian Zhenxuan's eyes were filled with hatred and resentment, but he could still only make this vague whimpering sound. Apart from that, he could do nothing else.
Ye Fan glanced at Qian Zhenxuan, and then took out a silver needle from his body.
Seeing this scene, Qian Zhenxuan was so frightened that he lost his mind.
As the saying goes: when something goes wrong, there will always be a demon, and when someone goes wrong, there will be a sword!
When Qian Zhenxuan saw Ye Fan taking out the silver needle for no reason, he definitely had no good intentions and was definitely preparing to torture and abuse himself.
"Uh uh! Uh uh uh..."
Qian Zhenxuan tried desperately to struggle, but his body did not obey the control of his brain at all. He wanted to make a sound, but no sound came out from his throat. He was so suffocated that he vomited blood.
"Tsk, tsk! Mr. Qian, do you want to ask me why I took out the silver needle?" Ye Fan said teasingly with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
Qian Zhenxuan's throat was unable to make a sound, so he could only blink his eyes in agreement.
At this time, Ye Fan smiled coldly and explained lightly: "I am a person! I am good at everything! I am good at martial arts, I am good at medical skills! And I can use silver needles to stimulate people's pain! Now, I am going to use it
Stimulate you and increase your pain tenfold! Let you realize what life is worse than death!"
Ten times the pain?
Qian Zhenxuan was stunned. His face was as pale as paper, his pupils shrank sharply, and he was sweating on his forehead.
He had never heard of ten times the pain. If it were anyone else, he would have thought that the other person was scaring him, but Mark was no one else. This guy did what he said, and he even tried to kill people.
Therefore, the ten times the pain that Ye Fan mentioned was definitely not a bluff!
Qian Zhenxuan was trembling all over, with a frightened look on his face, as if he had encountered the end of the world. He kept making "uh uh" nasal noises, as if he wanted Ye Fan to stop.
It's a pity that Ye Fan didn't pay attention at all, but said jokingly: "Qian Shao, do you really want to experience ten times the pain? It's okay! I will give you acupuncture now! Don't worry!"
Anxious? Who said I was anxious? Also, when did I ever say that I want to experience ten times the pain?
Qian Zhenxuan was so angry that he wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives, but he could only stare and couldn't do anything.
At this time, he had already greeted the eighteenth generation of Ye Fan's ancestors!