When he got here, the old man stopped, glanced at Liu Yiming again, his face was as dark as water, and he said in a deep voice: "Young Master Liu, don't you admit your mistake?"
Liu Yiming is just a little bit of a fish chasing a duck. He has no intention of giving up. The situation has become so obvious that this idiot couldn't see it. He twisted his neck and said, "I'm right. I
Not convinced."
The old man's eyes flashed, and without saying anything, he placed the magnet on the back of the chicken's head and slowly pulled it outward. Hearing a crisp "ding" sound, the old man threw away the black rooster and slowly pulled the magnet in his hand.
He slowly turned around and turned around facing the audience outside the cage.
Everyone could see clearly now that there was a thin steel needle attached to the magnet, only two centimeters long. The steel needle was stained with blood, and the areas without blood shone with a faint cold light.
Everyone seemed to understand something, and they all turned their attention to Liu Yiming. Liu Yiming's face was as white as a pig's liver, and he hissed: "I didn't do this, I didn't do this, I can't even touch his cock."
If you haven't touched her before, how could it be that I did it? It was clearly a trap for me."
His shouting made everyone think it was reasonable. Ever since the cockfighting began, everyone had watched helplessly. Liu Yiming had never touched the black rooster of his old cousin from Henan. How could this steel needle be made by Liu Yiming? They all watched it together.
He turned his attention to the old man.
The old man glared and said sternly: "Liu Yiming, you still don't know how to repent. Don't others know, and even if you are an old man, don't you know? The flying needle under your sleeve is a secret skill of your old Liu family, and you actually use it in cockfighting.
Even if Liu Laoer doesn't die, I'm afraid you will piss him off to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Donghu grabbed Liu Yiming's right hand, raised it up, and casually pushed down Liu Yiming's cuff, revealing a circle of silvery things on the inside of his wrist, which looked like a delicate decoration at first glance.
Taste.
Xiao Donghu stretched out his hand, took the thing off Liu Yiming's wrist, threw it to the old man, and said: "Uncle Sima, compare that steel needle with the flying needle under Liu's sleeve.
Isn’t it the same thing? Although we want to be fair and just, we can’t unjustly accuse our own people.”
I was stunned. Is this still a comparison? Isn’t it more conclusive after a comparison? What kind of trick is Xiao Donghu going to make? It seems that he is trying to help Liu Yiming clear away the suspicion, but in fact he is adding insult to injury!
Aren’t the four Jinling people watching each other? Why do they seem to be targeting this Liu Yiming?
The old man stretched out his hand to catch the thing Xiao Donghu threw, unbuckled it, and held it high in his hand. It was a chain like a bracelet. He pressed his finger on it, but he couldn't see where he was pressing it. He saw that the thing slowly moved.
He opened his mouth, revealing a row of steel needles inside, each one only two centimeters long, shining with a cold light.
At this time, the audience beside the iron cage had begun to make noises. They were all scolding Liu Yiming, and some even shouted loudly: "Chop off his hands." There was no mercy at all. Looking at Liu Yiming again, he seemed to understand.
When he came over, this bet was clearly aimed at him. He had a white face with an ashen complexion, his eyes wandered between Xiao Donghu and the old man, his eyes were full of disbelief, his lips kept trembling, and he looked extremely pitiful.
The old man reached out and took out a steel needle from the bracelet, placed it on the magnet, and compared it with the steel needle taken out from the back of the black rooster's head. No matter the length, thickness, or shape, they were all the same.
The cold light flashing on the steel needle is equally breathtaking.