Chapter 455

Wang Yong's feet are full of blood. The night wind outside the door blows in and pours the blood into the depth of the dungeon, making the dungeon more gloomy and terrifying.

Originally, Wang Yong didn't want to be a killer, and he didn't want to split his face with St. Michael so quickly.

But when Wang Yong entered the dungeon and saw the only cell where the prisoners were kept, his killing intention burst out in an instant.

Because he saw the shivering little girl curled up in the corner of the wall, saw the dark and humid environment of the prison, saw the dining plate without even a table on the ground, and saw the bed full of insects and ants.

He couldn't imagine that these people would impose the same harsh treatment on a little girl as the death penalty.

It's just a six-year-old!

Slowly spit out a breath in the chest, Wang Yong's anger in the heart then becomes a lot of light.

And Yuan Lin just stopped killing at this time. He was staring at the corpse lying on the ground and scratching his hair.

All of a sudden, he saw a guard with a trace of breath and rushed up to mend it.

With a puff, Yuan Lin's foot heavily stepped on the guard's chest, crushing all the guards' bones. The guard spewed out a mouthful of blood, but he was really dead, not even a breath.

At this time, Yuan Lin was relieved, with a proud smile on his face, and said to Wang Yong, "I have nine, you have seven. I won

Wang Yong is full of black lines.

Yuan Lin has become a slippery boy now. It is clear that the guard who was trampled to death just now was killed by Wang Yong. Even if Yuan Lin did not step on him, the guard would not survive.

In that case, Wang Yong and Yuan Lin were tied eight to eight, but Yuan Lin made up the last cut and robbed Wang Yong of the head.

But Wang Yong couldn't compete with Yuan Lin either. He could only pretend to be very disappointed and said, "Oh, I lost. I didn't expect that Xiao Yuan Lin was already so powerful. I feel inferior to him. "

Yuan Lin smiles and smiles, but Wang Yong's last "self abasement" puzzled him.

He doesn't understand what this idiom means.

After Wang Yong's explanation, Yuan Lin was happier. Clapping his right hand on his chest, constantly showing off his strength.

But Wang Yong had no time to play such a small game with Yuan Lin. he kicked the iron door of the cell open and rushed into the cell.

Looking at the little girl who was too scared to speak in the corner, she asked, "are you Hu Li'er?"

After a while, the little girl nodded, her big black eyes full of fear.

In her opinion, Wang Yong is also a bad person. After killing so many people, isn't it bad?

Wang Yong looked at the little girl's pitiful appearance of holding back tears and filling her pupils with tears. He couldn't help sighing and said, "don't be afraid. I'm a friend of your father Hu Fei. He asked me to save you

Hearing Hu Fei's name, Hu Li'er finally reduces her resistance to Wang Yong.

She sobbed and asked timidly, "where's my father?"

Wang Yong wants to talk and stops. For a moment, he doesn't know how to answer.

Children of this age actually know a lot, and it's not so easy to cheat them.

Just as Wang Yong racked his brains to make up a reliable reason, he heard a clapping sound outside the dungeon door.

Then a figure appeared at the gate of the dungeon. The moonlight came in and elongated his figure and projected it on the ground, which was extremely cold.

It's St. Michael.

After all, the killing here startled him, or he had been paying attention to the movement here. Once there was an accident, he came here.

Even faster than the housekeeper who just arrived.

"Should I praise your Kung Fu or your acting?" St. Michael forbeared his anger and told Wang Yongdao.

Wang Yong winked at Yuan Lin and motioned him to protect Hu Li'er.

And he walked out of the cell, his face not red and his heart not beating, and said, "what is the Lord saying? Why can't I understand it at all? I just lost sleep. I just went out to enjoy the moon. Look, what a beautiful moon

Standing in a pool of blood, with a lot of splashing blood, Wang Yong said the lie of appreciating the moon in such a dignified way, and also showed his sincerity.

St. Michael was furious.

Wang Yong is clearly blind! In fact, in front of you, you can still lie. This guy's acting skill is high enough to go to the Oscar and get a little golden man back!

"Wang Yong! I really wanted to make a good deal with you. Now it doesn't seem necessary. You've reached my bottom line, and it's too late to regret it. " Said St. Michael, gritting his teeth.

Wang Yong, however, looked as if it was none of my business. He said wrongly, "Lord, people just give you a month's reward. How can you treat people like this? Is it illegal to watch the moon in your country? "

"..." in the face of Wang Yong's shamelessness, Saint Michael didn't know what to say for a moment.

Sure enough, no matter how powerful the acting skills are, they are not as thick skinned as they were born to be. Their gentle and elegant aristocracy is not as good as Wang Yong's ordinary people. Saint Michael thought.

If Wang Yong knew his idea, he would scold him for being really shameless.

"Hand over the mental skill of the king of war, or die here. Choose one of two. Choose one. " St. Michael's eyes flashed and said awe inspiring.

Wang Yong finally stopped pretending to be stupid. He put away his smile and quietly looked at St. Michael, as if he really made a choice.

But then Wang Yong gently whistled and said frivolously, "what if I don't choose?"

Saint Michael's face was angry and he said, "then I'll make you live or die!"

"Oh, I'm so scared. You can't live, you can't die? Abraham didn't do it with more than a hundred killers, just by your grace? " Wang Yong shook his head contemptuously and said.

There is no denying that Saint Michael has a strong network of relationships and strong soft power. But it was too late for St Michael to mobilize the British fighters.

Before the fighter comes, it must be St. Michael who dies first.

Wang Yong sighed and said, "Lord, in fact, I have a good impression of you. Give me this little girl, and we'll take it as if nothing happened, OK? "

Wang Yong's words are extremely shameless. He killed so many guards of Saint Michael and robbed important prisoners of Saint Michael. Asking St. Michael to think nothing happened.

Saint Michael really wants to ask Wang Yong, if this kind of thing happens to Wang Yong, can Wang Yong be nothing?

"The LORD alone may not be able to do it, but what about me?"

St. Michael did not answer, but at this time he heard a rough voice, and then a foreign man with a height of 1.9 meters came into Wang Yong's view.

"Morgan?" Wang Yong's eyes shrank and he said in a cold voice.

As expected, Morgan was in the castle. Before, Wang Yong was worried that he could not find Morgan. Now it's hard to find a place to break the iron shoes. Hu Li'er and Morgan, both of whom Wang Yong wants, are all gone!

"Yes, it's me. I've heard about you for a long time, but I've never met you. But now I have finally got what I wanted. I can die under my Morgan's hands, and I don't think I'll bury your name as long Lin Morgan said, rubbing his hand.

His palm was shining in the moonlight, but he was wearing a pair of gloves.

I don't know what material the gloves are made of. They are made of metal wires one by one. There are many fine barbs on the wires.

Every time Morgan rubs, the barb makes a hissing sound, just like scraping the blackboard.

These gloves are called bonesetting hands. It imitates the cruel punishment of cutting bones in ancient times.

As long as it is caught by the barb on the glove, it will tear off a large piece of flesh. Repeated several times, the opponent will be cut to expose the dense bones, extremely insidious.

"Ha ha, is that the opposite? You are the one who is going to die today Wang Yong said slowly, with the last word finished, his whole body muscles had swelled up, his Qi and blood were running to the extreme, and he immediately ejected out and rushed towards Morgan.

And Morgan did not give up, bypassing St. Michael, pawing on the ground, thumping like a shell into the dungeon, fighting with Wang Yong in the air.

Morgan's seemingly clumsy body was extremely soft. When he was about to touch Wang Yong's fist, his body suddenly twisted. He evaded Wang Yong's attack with a strange posture, then sank to the ground and raised his arm as if holding something.

He wiped his hands with bone cutting gloves on Wang Yong's waist and abdomen.

If you hit it, the skin around Wang Yong's waist will disappear instantly, revealing his bones.

Wang Yong quickly wriggled to avoid Morgan's hands.

But then I saw Morgan turn his head and slide his hands to the ground. Support the body upside down, leg strong kick from.

At the same time, Morgan shoes let out a miso sound, two toes each pop up a dagger to stab Wang Yong.

The whole set of attack posture is strange, completely beyond Wang Yong's expectation.

With a bang, Wang Yong had no choice but to seize the cell fence next to him, and he leaned forward in the air, which could avoid Morgan's kick.

While Wang Yong has not yet landed, Morgan's attack follows closely. The posture is still strange, not like fighting, but like dancing. But strange moves are always full of insidious intention to kill, which can kill people.

This is a kind of martial arts once popular in America, called kapola.

Kapola, also known as the Brazilian war dance, is a unique dance between art and martial arts developed by African immigrants in Brazil in the 16th century. Although it has existed for hundreds of years, it was not until the 1930s that kapoera was officially allowed to be taught and spread among the people. Because this kind of dance originated in Africa, but also integrated with the original fighting movements of many Brazilian residents, it is known as the national skill of Brazil.

The word "kapola" actually comes from the Congo language, which means flapping wings, jumping, struggling, whipping - these are all the attack and avoidance actions made by two roosters when they fight each other. Therefore, kapola generally refers to all the fighting methods derived from the skills of cockfighting.

Morgan's performance at this time is a cockfight with high momentum. He is holding up his Cockcomb and chasing Wang Yong with a sharp beak.