Three hundred and sixtieth chapters Dragon King worships birthday
From when Han Baihang killed the first person to when he caught the boss, it's a long story, but it only took about ten seconds.
The boss was completely frightened by Han Baihang. This was the first time in his life that he had seen someone with such high martial arts skills and such ruthless attacks. He couldn't help but feel his legs trembling and almost fell down.
Han Baihang grabbed the boss's neck, glanced at Zhao San who climbed onto the boat, and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
Zhao San touched the water on his face, took off his eyes, and wiped them while saying: "I'm fine, but our plan doesn't seem to work."
Han Baihang grinned and turned to his boss, "I think our plan was successful."
Zhao San was stunned for a moment, looked at the boss and immediately understood the meaning of Han Baihang's words. He waved his hand and said, "I'll leave this to you. I'll go see Li Si."
After saying that, Zhao San led the people to the Han Bai Ship. He had never been able to do such a thing as extorting a confession, and he didn't want to do it. After all, the technical content was too low.
After Zhao San left, Han Baihang threw the boss into the middle of the ship, broke his legs, squatted in front of the boss, and said with a smile on his face: "Can you tell me the way to the water village?"
The boss's legs were broken, and he was in great pain all over his body, but he gritted his teeth tightly without making any sound, which made Han Baihang look at him differently.
Seeing that he remained silent, Han Baihang was not angry. He just grabbed the boss by the collar and walked to the stern of the boat, pressed his head on the lake, and whispered: "I know you are good at water, but I don't know how long you can last.
What? Let’s do an experiment.”
After Han Baihang asked the question, he directly pushed the boss's head into the lake without waiting for him to speak. As soon as he pushed it in, Han Baihang took out the boss's head, and before the boss could take a breath, he pushed his head back into the lake.
Pressed in.
After repeating it several times, the boss, no matter how good the water was, still choked on his water and started coughing heavily, spitting water out of his mouth.
"Do you want to speak now?" Han Baihang grabbed the boss's hair and said with a smile on his face.
The boss coughed up a mouthful of water and said with a smile: "You are wasting your time, you know? I didn't think I could live. If you are kind, just give me a good time. If you want to torture me, I will continue."
Yes. If I just scream once, I won’t be the leader."
Han Baihang was amused by his toughness. He picked up a long knife from the side, put it under the boss's crotch and gestured, "If you don't remind me, you will forget it. You are a handler."
The boss looked at the cold sword light, and suddenly felt the wind blowing under his crotch, and a chill came over his whole body. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and finally closed his eyes.
"Aren't you done yet?" Zhao San had already changed his clothes, and Han Baihang had not yet asked the question, with a look of impatience in his eyes.
"How about you come?" Han Baihang put away the knife in his hand and made a gesture of invitation. Zhao San shook his head, jumped over the bow and landed next to Han Baihang, and took out a handkerchief from his arms.
"Although this thing is not as good as kraft paper, but the conditions are limited, we can only make do with it." Zhao San squatted down, put the handkerchief on the boss's face and said to Han Baihang: "Hold his hands down.
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"That's so troublesome!" The sword light was turned in Han Baihang's hand, and two streaks of blood suddenly appeared from the boss's wrist. The boss twitched all over. Although his face was covered with a handkerchief, his expression could not be seen, but the scroll rolled from there.
It can be seen that his Adam's apple is suffering tremendous pain.
Zhao San glanced at the blood spraying on his body, pushed up his glasses and said, "I just changed my clothes!"
Han Baihang shrugged his shoulders, curled his lips, took out a pocket, picked some powder with his fingernails and applied it to the boss's wound. The bleeding stopped immediately. After all, if he died, it would not be the end.
After Han Baihang finished all this, Zhao San found a gourd filled with water, handed it to Han Baihang and said, "Fill it with water."
Although Han Baihang didn't know what he was going to do, seeing how confident he was of winning, he did what he wanted.
Zhao San sat next to the boss, looked at his chest that was being bullied hurriedly, adjusted his glasses and said: "It seems that you know what I am going to do. Those of you who are in the world, you should have heard of the Dragon King's birthday greetings."
Right!"
"Kill me! Kill me now!" The boss yelled crazily as if he remembered something terrible. But his hands and feet were broken by Han Baihang, and only his body kept swinging.
At this time, Han Baihang had just returned from filling the bottle of water. Seeing the horrified look on his boss's face, he couldn't help but feel curious and asked Zhao San: "What did you just do to him? How did he become like this?"
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"Nothing." Zhao San took the kettle from Han Baihang, tore off a corner of his clothes and stuffed it into the mouth of the gourd.
Han Baihang looked at Zhao San inexplicably, not knowing what he was up to. But the boss looked very frightened, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to blow the handkerchief off his face, but the handkerchief was firmly held on
on his face.
Zhao San shook the gourd, making a hollow sound, and slowly tilted the gourd, "Dragon King wishes you a happy birthday, one bow!"
Zhao San's voice seemed to have magic power, and the boss's body began to shake like an electric shock. As Zhao San shook his wrist, the water droplets slowly fell down and were about to land between the boss's mouth and nose.
The handkerchief was soaked with water drops and immediately stuck to the boss's skin. At this time, the boss seemed to have encountered something terrible and shouted: "Kill me! Please kill me! Kill me."
I!"
But neither Han Baihang nor Han Baihang paid attention to him. Zhao San continued to whisper: "Blessings to the Dragon King! Second blessing!"
The water droplets fell together with Zhao San's voice, and the boss suddenly yelled: "I said, stop! I said it, I will say anything!"
Zhao San was stunned for a moment, took back the gourd and handed it to Han Baihang and said, "I'll leave the rest to you."
Han Baihang took the gourd, looked up and down, licked the water inside, then took off the handkerchief from the boss's face, looked around, and found nothing strange.
But how could this combination have such great magic power? Han Baihang was puzzled. He put down the things at hand and looked at the boss. He saw that his eyes were white and there was cold sweat on his forehead, as if his soul had been severely damaged.
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Zhao San sat quietly in the boat, with Li Si still sleeping next to him. Not long after, Han Baihang walked in. Zhao San opened his eyes and looked at Han Baihang and said, "Did he tell you everything?"
Han Baihang nodded: "That's true, but I don't know whether it's true or not."
"Let's go." Zhao San stood up, adjusted his glasses and said, "No one can tell lies in front of the Dragon King."
That determined tone made Han Baihang's curiosity even more intense.