With a "snap" sound, the bamboo knife fell hard on Jiaming. On the opposite side, with a rustling "uh" sound, he struggled hard on the chair.
"Haha, our classmate Jiaming is really good at holding back and not making a sound." Cao Dongfeng proudly carried the bamboo knife on his shoulder, "But sister Huaisha, why are you shouting? Jiaming didn't scream out.
, obviously it doesn’t hurt.”
He had a smile on his face, and then he swung the bamboo knife harder and hit Jia Ming's body: "You don't feel pain! You don't feel pain! You don't feel pain! I knew I was very light! I was very light!"
He was fighting ferociously, and the old Japanese man next to him was waving his bamboo sword, and the crisp sound was also heard from the Japanese girl named Yuechi Kaoru. However, except for the beating sound of the bamboo sword, everything else seemed very quiet, Yue
Chi Xun sat there as if he had lost his soul, hit and tilted, and then sat upright. Jia Ming, who was tied to the pillar here, also remained silent, gritting his teeth and enduring bitterly.
After a while, Jia Ming noticed that Yue Chixun's cold gaze moved over for a moment. He thought he was surprised that he could bear it so well, and couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart.
If you really want to endure it, of course it's not impossible to be completely unresponsive like her. However, I am playing the role of a child now. It is enough to just go beyond the limit. I still have to show the expression of gritting my teeth.
The two people here were beaten silently. However, Shasha, who was tied to the chair, watched Jia Ming being beaten one after another, but it seemed as if it was hitting him one after another. He struggled more and more fiercely, and said "Ouch"
"Woo!" She shouted fiercely, and the four legs of the chair began to beat on the ground as she struggled, banging and banging loudly. Finally, the chair fell to the ground, falling to the ground along with the rustling, keeping its kneeling posture.
Raising her head in a posture, the girl's eyes were wide open, and tears had already flowed down. She didn't know whether it was because her forehead hurt after taking it off and falling, or because she felt heartache for Jiaming.
Hearing the rustling sound of falling to the ground, Cao Dongfeng finally gasped and stopped, looking at Jiaming with surprise in his eyes: "I didn't expect you can really endure it... Are you immune because you are beaten all the time?"
He made this joke and looked back at Shasha on the ground: "However, your girlfriend knelt down directly. What does cousin Huaisha want to do? She wants to beg for mercy. Come on, help her loosen her mouth.
Listen to what she has to say."
The men on the side took out the ball of cloth from Shasha's mouth, and she could only hear her say: "Cao Dongfeng, why are you attacking me? If you have the guts, challenge me to a duel!"
"Single fight?" Cao Dongfeng raised his eyebrows: "How can that work? I can't beat you. This sentence doesn't sound good at all."
As he said this, he turned around and hit Jiaming again.
It is definitely a very depressing thing when you spend all your strength to hit someone and the person is beaten like a wooden log and there is no reaction at all. Just like when a singer sings and no one applauds, or when a crosstalk actor performs and no one laughs, however, at this time
Although Jia Ming had no voice, the rustling curses behind him were continuous, and Cao Dongfeng started beating him more vigorously.
"Cao Dongfeng, you bastard..."
"You are not a man, you are just a coward..."
"I don't dare to fight a woman alone. If you want to beat me..."
Such scoldings gradually turned into cries and begging for mercy...
"Stop fighting..."
"Please, don't fight, you will kill him..."
"ah--"
Seeing Shasha's usually stubborn and strong face covered with tears and crying hoarsely, Jiaming sighed in his heart. If he were an ordinary child, he would have been unable to bear such torture, but Cao Dongfeng seemed to be unable to bear it.
He didn't want to beat him to death directly, so the place where he struck didn't matter. If he struck now, as long as he grasped the timing well, there shouldn't be much of a problem. However, should he strike in front of her? How should he explain it in the future?
I sighed secretly in my heart and felt a slight headache.
The torture had been going on for more than an hour now, and Shasha's throat was hoarse from crying. She knelt down on the ground with the chair on her back, and her tied knees could only move forward in small steps, dragging a line on the ground.
The meters-long crawling marks were seen by others as a show of excitement and ignored. Cao Dongfeng was raising his bamboo knife, and with a snap, the old Japanese man next to him grabbed his bamboo knife, frowned and said something.
.
The translator who understood Japanese next to him came over and said: "Brother Feng, Mr. Yuechi said that he can't stand it any longer. The so-called torture is to make others suffer the maximum pain. If the limbs are disabled prematurely, it will only cause the other person to suffer for a long time."
Reduce, he lets you watch how he fights."
Cao Dongfeng's eyes lit up, and then he said respectfully: "Master, please give me some advice, please give me some advice." He knew that the Japanese were quite powerful, so he quickly followed him with the snake-beating stick. The old man Yuechi waved the bamboo knife in his hand, and suddenly, everyone at home knew that
It caused severe pain in the arm that penetrated into the bone marrow.
The old man Yuechi slowly explained in Japanese the method of exerting force, how to click and stop, how to keep the wrist steady, and how to lift the weight lightly. Cao Dongfeng nodded and listened. After a long time, the old man suddenly looked at the sky and said with
Said in Japanese: "It's time."
He walked back to Yue Chixun and asked: "Three days have come. If you still don't tell me, don't blame me for doing something embarrassing to you!"
The old man walked back. Cao Dongfeng looked excited and wanted to apply what he had learned. Shasha moved forward a little further and cried softly: "No, don't hit..." This cry became even louder.
Cao Dongfeng was so excited that he took a few breaths on his hands. He looked back at Shasha proudly, then yelled "ah" and struck down with the bamboo knife.
"Snapped--"
This sound was louder than any previous swing of the knife. Jia Ming's little body shook and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, his head drooped. Cao Dongfeng checked excitedly: "Haha, knocked out, knocked out
Already..."
Shasha froze on the ground for a moment, her eyes were confused for a while, and then she cried in a low voice: "Jia Ming, Ji Ming..." His knees moved this way faster.
Cao Dongfeng turned around and was about to ask someone to bring water to wake Jiaming up. Suddenly, he was stopped by the old Japanese man: "Mr. Yuechi said, I want you to take off that Japanese girl's clothes right here, and then put her
Got it..." The translator smiled obscenely.
"Here, for everyone to watch?" Cao Dongfeng was slightly stunned, but Cao Jinghao, who had been watching the excitement, had already shouted: "You will do whatever Mr. Yuechi tells you to do! Why do you talk so much!?"
"Oh." Cao Dongfeng rubbed his hands. Although he thought this was ridiculous, but no matter what, this girl is so beautiful. She is not inferior to Lingjing, but she is the woman brought by Mr. Yuechi.
, so he tried his best to stop all thoughts about this woman. At this time, for once, even if there were people watching, he was still an acquaintance and would not suffer.
Thinking like this, he walked up to the girl and glanced at the old man Yuechi. After receiving a positive reply, he stretched out his hands. However, just as he was about to touch the collar of the kimono, a white light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes!
With a sound of "pop--", Yue Chixun's left hand retracted, but Cao Dongfeng was frightened by this incident and took several steps back, almost falling to the ground. Seeing Yue Chixun's left loose robe sleeve dripping
After a few drops of blood came out, he realized that it was the little girl who looked like a porcelain doll who had taken action. If Mr. Yuechi hadn't hit her, his neck would have been cut.
What is it... Since Mr. Yuechi wants to beat her, he will definitely not allow her to bring any murder weapon with her, so... it is a fingernail.
With this thought in his mind, the old man Yuechi patted his back with a bamboo knife and urged him to go up immediately. The translator said at the side: "Mr. Yuechi, don't worry, he will be watching for you."
"Haha, then I'll be relieved."
This time, Cao Dongfeng walked over and was about to take action, but he saw Yuechi Xun suddenly jumped up and was about to run away. The old man next to him moved, and there was another "pop" sound, and the girl was like a butterfly with broken wings.
It fell to the ground, and the wide kimono spread out, and the black hair was like a waterfall. However, the calf exposed under the kimono was full of shocking scars. The old man asked him to wear a bright red
The clothes are worn every day. On the surface, they look beautiful and attractive, but under the kimono, the girl's body is probably covered in bruises.
Cao Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, but still reached out towards the girl on the ground. At that moment, the girl's body moved again, and her right hand stabbed out suddenly. Cao Dongfeng retreated, and then the bamboo knife came to meet him, and it hit hard again. This time
Cao Dongfeng could see that, lying on his side on the ground, the slender fingers in his sleeves were blood red and trembling slightly.
Subconsciously he looked at the old man beside him, took a breath, and leaned down again.
At this time, Shasha on the side had slowly moved to a place less than one meter away from Jiaming. As she moved, she looked at the boy who was knocked unconscious. Her heart hurt... It had never hurt like this before... Why...
Suddenly, she saw Jiaming raise his head, and then opened his eyes.
Before the cry came out, she suddenly froze, because at this moment, Jia Ming's eyes were filled with a death-like confusion, and then turned into a bright red like blood.
"Jia Ming……………………"
The sound in his throat turned into unknown fear and confusion.
On the other side, Cao Dongfeng grabbed the collar of Yuechi Xun's kimono and slowly pulled it open. Shocking scars were torn out from the inside. Only then did the astonishing scene come into view, and screams suddenly came from around him.
, the old Japanese man shook his hand, and the shell of the bamboo knife shattered directly, and then a bit of cold light shot out quickly, but this time, he failed to catch up.
Cao Dongfeng was lifted up.
The collar of his clothes was tightly grasped by someone, and he could only feel a sharp thorn pressing against his back. In front of him, the samurai sword thrust out by the old man stopped in front of him, with a sharp point.
It was almost stuck to his throat.
"Don't move—"
"open!"
"Jia Ming..."
Amidst the various sounds, the Japanese girl who was lying sideways on the ground quietly raised her head and looked at the young man standing next to him. The dagger in his hand was pressed tightly against Cao Dongfeng's lower back, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was slowly flowing.
Slowly, under his clothes, were there bruises all over his body like his own...
Then, she saw the young man smiling.
"Old man...you are not rich enough..."
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I signed the contract yesterday, but the graphics card broke early this morning. Sure enough, God has begun to test my RP again... However, this is all an illusion and cannot scare me!
Recommend a friend's book "Shenba Tianji": a legendary story that starts with a woman's sexy underwear being smashed on the head...