Chapter 274

Looking at the frightened and inexplicable expression of the glasses, vanity smiled very kindly: "in fact, I didn't do anything to you, just point a acupoint."

"Acupoints?" Glasses are confused. He is not Chinese, so he is really strange to the name of acupoint.

Although the coin hit him, he didn't care much at that time. He didn't move because he was waiting for the opportunity to talk to the waste, just delaying the time.

But now he saw no chance and wanted to bite his fangs to commit suicide, but he couldn't even bite his teeth. He was really confused.

Especially when he heard the acupoints of idleness, he heard it for the first time. He suddenly felt a sense of fear he had never felt before, and shouted in horror: "you, are you a power?"

Waste is not concerned, waved for a while, disdained a cold hum: "what a mess, Buddha, this is a serious Chinese martial arts!"

Then, a strange smile flashed on his face, but his fingers flicked, and three coins popped up.

"Jump!"

Three coins shot into scar's body.

Scar's body was immediately frozen there.

In his eyes, he was surprised. In his hand, he held a dagger high, and his steps seemed to be still quietly.

There's nothing wrong. Scar just wanted to talk to him through his glasses. He wasted his attention, didn't notice himself, secretly attacked him and killed him in one fell swoop.

However, he could not imagine that he had been locked in vain. His every move was very clear in his wasted mind.

So waste gave him a fatal blow when he approached himself and raised his knife to stab him out.

Just when he was most proud and thought he was going to succeed, he killed him.

No doubt, this time is also the time when scar was the least prepared, because he didn't expect to find him in vain, and had been calculating him for a long time.

Therefore, none of the three coins failed, and all of them fell into his body.

Not surprisingly, one of the three coins is to freeze his body, while the other two are of other use.

Let him go crazy before he dies.

"Ah..."

For a moment, scar only felt his body, like thousands of crazy ants biting his flesh and blood and nerves, as if he had bitten his soul.

He wanted to scratch all his flesh and blood, but he found that he couldn't move at all.

But his divine sense is very clear.

It also makes the itch more obvious and more painful.

His face has been completely distorted, so painful that he wants to bite his teeth. It is impossible at all. Even if he wants to speak, he can't squeeze out a word.

"Hehe, does it taste good?" He smiled faintly and moved slowly, but he had reached the side of his glasses, and his fingers shook in front of him.

"You, what are you going to do?"

The tragedy of the scar has been seen by the glasses.

Although scar is very abnormal and unpleasant, his tolerance to pain is really strong, but at present, even he has suffered to this extent. It can be imagined how terrible the itch is.

This reminded him that the worst torture in the world was not pain, but itching.

One of them is to pour honey on the soles of your feet and let the sheep lick it. Few can stand the itch.

Obviously, the itch of the scar is ten times more painful than that, so the face of the glasses has really changed.

He is vicious. He is the brain trust of the team, but that doesn't mean he is a tough man.

What made his heart colder was that the wasted smile was still faint, and that finger was still shaking in front of his body.

He looked at the scar again, but he saw that the scar had roared in pain, that is, his eyes had protruded, violent to blood red.

"Cough..."

He immediately shivered all over and couldn't help shivering.

"I, I said."

Waste suddenly turned his fingers into palms and patted him on the cheek. People and animals smiled innocuously and said, "what a good child. I like obedient children."

The tone became more and more gentle, and his eyes turned to softness: "but you don't have to worry. In order to let you understand how lucky you are, I'll let you see another play."

While talking, he suddenly got up, walked to scar's face, stretched out his finger and stroked it gently. Scar machine shivered coldly.

The itching all over his body went away for a time, which made him cry out comfortably: "it's so cool!"

"Cool?" Vanity suddenly smiled strangely, then pointed softly, and directly touched the center of his eyebrows.

Scar was stunned, but then he was frightened and shouted, "what are you doing?"

But his words had just been uttered, and a sharp pain suddenly seemed to burst in his head, making him feel that his head seemed to be blown open.

However, it happened that he felt very clear. It seemed that he could feel every inch and every minute. It was like that there were many small insects that got into his body and mind and kept biting and rolling.

This pain is more painful than the itch just now.

He immediately shouted, "kill me, kill me!"

But vanity shook his head lightly: "Alas, I'm a Buddhist disciple. How can I kill people easily? Benefactor, enjoy it slowly. "

"Cough..." in the heart of glasses, there was a sudden chill. Mud horse, are you a Buddhist disciple? Is it not killing?

This mud horse is more cruel and vicious than killing!

However, just when he had such an idea in mind, he suddenly heard that scar began to talk nonsense.

"Say, what's your name?" The wasted voice was very soft, but suddenly asked at the scar.

"Christian George."

The sound of the scar was so mechanized that the glasses were stunned.

Vaguely, I felt something wrong. In a moment, I suddenly understood. I immediately looked at the waste in fear: "you, are you extorting a confession?"

"Hehe, I'm going to help him repent and tell him his sins all his life. Almsgiver, do you want to come too?"

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed and looked softly at his glasses.

At this glance, his glasses were cold all over. It seemed that he was favored by the devil of hell. He immediately turned gray and shouted, "I said, I said it all!"

The wasted sight stared at him for a moment, but said with a gentle smile: "now, do you know how lucky you are?"

"Yes, yes." The glasses were really afraid, and a breath of urine Sao also diffused out faintly in his downward direction, which made the waste couldn't help frowning.

"Alas, you're really boring. The Buddha wanted to talk with you more, but you're really disappointing. Let's talk about it. Who hired you?"

Glasses already cried. Is this mud horse really a monk?

And talk more. Is this the chat attitude?

Just such an idea was covered in an instant by a strong sense of regret. He even thought, if he hadn't taken the task at the beginning, how good it would be