Chapter 871

After more than a minute's patience, the itch has reached a point where it can't be suppressed.

"If you go on like this, you'll have to be tickled to death even if you don't get killed by this guy. It's better to have fun than to suffer like this!"

The warrior thought of this, and he broke away from the rope that bound his hands, and grabbed them toward the place where the itch came from.

But before the warrior's hand could even be grasped, ye Ziheng pressed him to the ground with a sudden thunder.

The warrior struggled, but he didn't have any effect. For ye Ziheng, his strength was similar to that of a kitten.

Ye Ziheng shows a faint smile and looks at him.

"What's the matter? Didn't you just say it badly? I can't help it so quickly."

The warrior twisted his body to get rid of Ye Ziheng's shackles, but no matter what he did, ye Ziheng still pressed him to death, leaving him with no counterattack.

"You, you can kill me!"

The warrior roared angrily, his eyes were red, his body was shaking from time to time, his face was full of pain, but ye Ziheng just smiled a little, took out a seven grade whip magic weapon, and tied up his hand.

Then ye Ziheng turned to look at the remaining two warriors.

"If I don't guess wrong, you should be disciples of the cult. It should be the meaning of the cult to come here, right?"

Those disciples of the cult couldn't help but be stunned at this. Unexpectedly, ye Ziheng knew it.

"You know! What else did you just ask! "

The disciple of the cult, tied up by Ye Ziheng himself, roared, his eyes full of anger.

But ye Ziheng glanced at him, but said with a faint smile.

"Why, who is required to know, can't ask?"

As soon as the disciple heard this, he felt that there was anger in the climate, and a rush of anger came into his heart. With the itch of his body, he suddenly felt that Hou Kou was sweet, then a gush of blood came out, and he passed out in a flash.

Ye Ziheng smiled lightly, ignoring the disciple who was in a coma, but turned to look at the remaining two disciples.

The two disciples couldn't help shivering all over, looking at ye Ziheng's eyes full of fear.

"We are disciples of the cult. We have been in the gang for half a year. This action was assigned by an elder. He said that we would kill you. The reason is unknown and the purpose is unknown!"

A disciple of the cult immediately said loudly.

The disciple next to him was stupid. By the way, the good will never betray! Not so soon?

But when ye Ziheng nodded and looked at him, the disciple immediately spoke.

"He's right, but I have a few points to add. This time, the elder's meaning seems to be to find out your strength, so as to prepare for the back to clean you up."

Hearing this, ye Ziheng frowned and looked at the disciple and asked.

"Are you going to send someone back?"

The disciple nodded.

"Well, if there's no accident, maybe someone will come over."

After listening, ye Ziheng pondered for a while, and finally nodded.

"Well, thank you for the news."

As soon as the voice fell, a cold light crossed, and the heads of the two martial artists of the cult fell to the ground one after another.

For the enemy, ye Ziheng will not be soft hearted any more. He has suffered too much from it.