Chapter 1394

After his knife got into the skin on Wu Shu's neck, it began to pull down slowly, and gradually enlarged Wu Shu's wound. Ichiro Kawabata did not stop until it reached Wu Shu's chest.

The bright red blood gushed out of Wu Shu's chest. Then Ichiro Kawabata started his second knife, which also started from the neck. It was only different from the previous position. One knife was completed again, directly covering all the neck in front of Wu Shu, just like two parallel lines.

Kawabata wantonly laughed: "it's really great. There is no mistake at all. It seems that my state is even better than what I think. Maybe it's because you make me so excited. Thank you so much. I'm sure I can make better works of art today than before. "

After he said that, his knife stabbed into Wu Shu's neck again, but this time it was different from before. Before that, it was a vertical knife, but this time it was a horizontal one. It directly connected the previous bloody scar together, just like the one drawn with a ruler.

Then Ichiro Kawabata's eyes became more serious. He carefully put down the knife in his hand, stretched out his hands and slowly touched Wu Shu's neck. Then he pulled hard and violently. The whole skin that had just been scratched by him was stripped off by him.

Wu Shu from chin to chest, the whole front of the skin were torn off in this way, Ichiro Kawabata such a technique is also very amazing, for ordinary people, I am afraid there is no way to do it.

Judging from his appearance, he must have had a lot of experience before, otherwise there would not have been such a sharp means.

Wu Shu's whole body was stiff, and then his head went down like this, as if he had lost his consciousness and was in a coma.

Looking at the bloody meat in front of his eyes and the tiny blood beads constantly pouring out of the flesh, Ichiro Kawabata licked his tongue, and suddenly buried his head and bit down on Wu Shu's chest where the skin had been peeled.

"Well..."

The voice of stuffy hum came out from Wu Shu's throat. He was awakened by pain again. Even though he was helpless and unwilling, he still could not escape such pain.

He still didn't die. Ichiro Kawabata, as a pervert, thought of clever means. It seems that Wu Shu has already been scarred, but it is unlikely that he would want to die for a while and a half.

After relaxing his mouth, Ichiro Kawabata closed his eyes as if he had eaten the best food in the world. He did not open his eyes until Wu Shu's consciousness was about to dissipate again.

He picked up two very slender knives like long needles from the table. He looked at Wu Shu, who could only barely open his eyes. He laughed: "sorry for the ingredients. You can't die like this. Otherwise, it will be the biggest regret for you in this life, because..."

Kawabata's words have not finished, but his hand suddenly raised, with his hands long needle hard into Wu Shu's eyes.

Before Wu Shu died, he tasted such pain once again, which was unjust enough.

At this time, Kawabata finished his words: "if you can't die in greater pain, you can't be the best art."

Kawabata Ichiro is also a bit fierce, Wu Shu's blood splashed on his face, but he stretched out his tongue to lick, a very satisfied appearance.

When Zhang Di and Wu Bin saw Wu Shu's miserable ending, they couldn't say anything.

When Ichiro Kawabata was still immersed in satisfaction, he suddenly smelled a Sao smell in his nose, and immediately frowned and turned to look at Wang Bin.

In addition to the bright red blood under Wang Bin's body, there were also some yellow liquid dripping from his crotch.

Kawabata's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of violence. He, who had been abused before, seemed to have been greatly challenged at the moment.

"Asshole! You How can you be so timid? You are the best food. I thought you, as a man, are not so afraid But now You let me down, you can't be the best art! "

The warm liquid in Wang Bin's lower body was uncontrolled when he saw Wu Shu's death. Now Ichiro Kawabata pointed to him. Although he was very afraid, he was still more indifferent.

Anyway, it's all dead. If Ichiro Kawabata could not see himself as a food material, he might have suffered less.

However, he still underestimated Ichiro Kawabata and destroyed his best art. How could Kawabata let him go so simply.

"You rubbish, you can't be used as food. I'll let you become the waste meat for me to practice Sabre skill!" After Kawabata yelled like a madman, his hand moved on countless knives.

Then his hand suddenly stopped. At the moment when the long needle like knife on both hands was put down, his hand picked up another two knives between the electric light and flint.Wang Bin's heartbeat can be clearly heard by himself. He swallowed and salivated, and his chest felt as if he had been pressed by a big stone. He was very uncomfortable.

When this moment really came, the instinct of fear of death still made him feel that it was very difficult for him to breathe. There were tears in his eyes and his mouth was wide, but he didn't say a word.

No one can understand his feelings now, because what he has realized is dead, and Zhang Di, who has not yet realized, is just afraid.

Ichiro Kawabata said angrily: "don't worry, since you intend to let you become the flesh of my Sabre practice, you will not die so easily. Believe me, you can live for a long time, a long time, long enough that you can't believe it..."

Wang Bin shakes his head like a rattle drum. What he hopes most now is that he can suffer less pain. But now it seems that it has become a kind of extravagant hope. He did not even think that there would be a miracle. Ichiro Kawabata would let him go

Unfortunately, extravagance is extravagant, because it is too extravagant, so it can not happen to him at all.

Kawabata has killed too many people, both at home and abroad. Therefore, he knows how to make people live longer and not let people die by his knife so easily. ..

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