Chapter 996

In addition to the National Teacher Abe hanwai, Miyamoto is the most powerful warrior in Minghe's cognition.

But now, in front of this masked man, the Japanese royal family has always attached great importance to Youjia's first master. How can they be cut in half in one face?

Besides, with his knife?

It's a different kind of "traditional culture" of the Japanese nation to express gratitude by cutting one's stomach. However, this situation is not as simple as cutting one's stomach.

A clean knife, such as cutting off water, cuts the whole person of Miyamoto's clothing department into two. The bloody scene makes Minghe feel vomiting.

"In the country of bullets, what they raise is really some waste."

The masked man is not like a person at all, but like a cold-blooded killing machine. Not only the killing method is extremely brutal, but also there is no emotion fluctuation after the event, which is chilling.

Even if he is ridiculed face to face, keminghe doesn't dare to shout any more. The tragic death of Miyamoto's clothing department means that he is once again reduced to fish on the chopping board and directly exposed to each other's knife edge.

Even the picture of how the other party killed Miyamoto just now still lingers in front of us, which has completely defeated his courage to resist.

"Spare my life!"

When he noticed Ma Mian's eyes cast on him again, Minghe lost all his royal dignity and pride. He didn't need to open his mouth with Ma Mian. His knees softened and fell to the ground with a bang.

And.

His head was deeply buried, his hands were stretched forward, his arms were close to the ground, which was a posture of almost falling to the ground.

At this moment, the servility of this nation is revealed incisively and vividly.

Ma Mian was stunned and then laughed.

"It's true that those who know current affairs are outstanding."

He sighed and looked back at Li futu. Obviously, he wanted to ask Li futu what to do with it.

"Your Highness, I have a set of martial arts that I intend to teach you. Do you want to learn?"

Li futu spoke slowly.

The smell of blood in the air became more and more thick and pungent. Shen yini was still sleepy and had no idea what was going on around her.

World class martial arts?

Minghe was very confused, but he didn't dare to ask. Knowing that his life was on the line, he immediately said decisively, "I do."

Some people give up their lives easily.

But some people, by all means, want to continue to live.

"Good."

Li futu's tone has no waves.

"My set of martial arts is called sunflower classic. As long as I succeed, I can walk alone in the Wulin. If I succeed, I can be invincible in the world..."

Ma Mian, who was also a little confused, felt more and more excited. Now the conflict with the temple is becoming more and more fierce. He wants to improve his strength and contribute more power to the local government, but the growth of his strength is not just a matter. Now when he hears that Li futu is so divine, he is inevitably ready to move. He can't help but want Li futu to teach him the skills It's too late.

But before he could speak, he heard Li futu continue to say, "however, if you want to practice this skill, you have to meet a prerequisite."

"What conditions?"

This question was not asked by Minghe, but by Ma Mian.

Li futu took a look at him, and saw the horse's face staring at him. He immediately saw through his mind.

The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. Li futu said flatly, "if you want to practice this magic skill, you must cut off the seven emotions and six desires. First of all, you have to cut off the evil roots."

Smell speech, horse face face face a change, immediately feel between legs a burst of cool, all the heat instantly fade.

Kneeling on the ground, Minghe also understood the meaning of Li futu's words, and his body suddenly trembled.

"No, no..."

He looked up, his face as white as paper.

Li futu, who can sit beside the bed, is like a God in hell, with deep and dark eyes.

Dignity, face can be abandoned, but any man, I am afraid, will not allow themselves to be castrated.

Minghe couldn't kneel down. He stood up in a hurry and wanted to run away, but he was dragged back by the horse.

"It's a good thing to run away."

Li futu picked Shen yini up from the bed and walked out.

Minghe is like a good woman, who is laid on the bed by the horse's face.

"No, no, please..."

He kept pleading.

In fact, at this time, he is not without another choice. If he chooses to bite his tongue and commit suicide, he can avoid this kind of torture. But I don't know whether he has no courage or doesn't think of this. Minghe is just begging for mercy, and doesn't choose to defend his last dignity with his life.

But he was facing a horse.

The cry did not arouse Ma Mian's sympathy. He cut a quilt, put it into Minghe's mouth, and blocked all his words. In a moment, he took the knife off his hand!Ming He snorted, his whole body trembled violently, his neck was blue, and his eyes seemed to stare out.

The intense scarlet blood flowed slowly between his legs and dyed the bed red.

The sabre technique of horse face is really superb.

In order to make Minghe feel the greatest pain, Ma Mian did not choose to stun Minghe, but tied his hands and feet to the bed.

"Master, it's done."

He soon caught up with Li futu.

Li futu nodded, "go out."

They didn't wait for the clown king. With the clown King's ability, it's not difficult for them to get away.

Holding Shen yini to leave the Japanese imperial residence, on the way, the clown King catches up.

"It's almost an hour now, OK, clown king."

Ma Mian calculated the time and joked: "is this extraordinary play?"

Clown king, hey, hey, smile.

"Are you envious?"

This is indeed a master who is not picky about food. Up to now, he still has something to say. I don't know what the Japanese master was like when he destroyed him.

Ma Mian didn't know whether he was talking about admiring his "fighting power" or playing with Princess Qingzi, but no matter what, he didn't have to be envious.

Ma Mian didn't reply.

Immediately, the clown King took out a mobile phone from his pocket, as if to complete the task, "brother, do you want to appreciate it?"

Li futu is holding the sleeping Shen Meiren. He can't draw her hand. Ma Mian takes it on his behalf and asks, "what?"

The clown king has strange eyes.

"Just look at it."

Ma Mian lowered his head and pointed to the screen of his mobile phone, which immediately began to play.

This is a video.

The first perspective is self portrait.

Looking at the picture shaking on the screen, even the horse's face, his eyes are gradually enlarged involuntarily.

Li futu also saw it, and his eyes became a little strange.

Before long, Ma Mian quickly returned his mobile phone to the clown king. After watching the clown king for a long time, he slowly breathed out his breath.

"We need people like you."

His face was serious. After Joker Wang took the phone, his hand was still in mid air.

“…… Welcome to hell. "