Death Inquisitor

"Ah, ah! Give me it!" Fear made Pang Xiang's heart.

Desperately buckle the bomb on your hand, even if this kind of power has made your hand caused a pain.

But it is a fear that is blown up by the start, Pang Xiangning can endure such pain.

Tear ...

Clearly visible, the bomb is slightly touched.

And below, it is a blood red flesh, and there is a blood!

Pang Xiang made a miserable call, shook it.

However, after seeing only a dozen seconds, he did not dare to stop, and he was torn with the bomb, and thrown out in the distance.

In your hand, including your fingers, a large piece of flesh is hidden because of this rude behavior.

Bloody!

In the distance, the bomb screams, exploding.

The sound will scare the heart to the heart, and then the super fast beat.

I am afraid to have it!

"Oh, I am fortunate to be too early, I can do more than one bomb here."

Just then, the voice that made Pang Xiang's cold sounds again.

He looked at it, and the pupil was a shrinkage.

I saw the hand of the death sentence, holding seven or eight bombs, using the previous bomb, using uncomfortable eyes to count on him.

"You don't come over, don't!" Pang Xiang didn't catch his hands, and he ran in the distance.

Such pain he doesn't want to bear the second time.

That is hard to be born, tear your flesh!

"Want to run?" Ye Chen smiled and applied gel on a bomb.

Then appeared around Pang Xiang, posted on his arm.

Then, the second is started again.

Pang Xiang crashed, crazy, the bomb on the arm.

It is also a large piece of flesh tore.

His painful him is shaking, shaking, the forehead continuously emerges a lot of sweat, and the face is also pale.

I can't wait for him to pick up a breath, I feel that I have another hand, and there is more.

Pang Xiang's heart is sinking, crying sadness, but have to continue to deduct the bomb.

And the fear of the action is slow, the bomb will explode, it is exactly a slanting.

In the live broadcast, the audience got a large piece of chicken skin.

Every time, each of them tears a piece of leather, they will feel it. It is like it is the same as it is your own flesh.

Under the psychological action, the chicken skin broke out.

At the same time, the heart is cold, and this is the boss. Is this a scum, do you put your own skin?

"Don't post it again, oh, the blood is flowing." Pang Xiang was completely collapsed by this uninterrupted continuous attack.

He didn't even scream, just torn a bomb, not waiting for him to born, next to it is a bomb.

I can only continue to deduct, tear.

In just two or three minutes, he has no at least 10 percent of the flesh.

The blood is constantly dripping down.

Pang Xiang has already thought that there is some dizziness in front of him, seeing things there.

Moreover, the speed of torn bombs has also become slow.

This finding made him very fearful.

If he is not coming to torn it, it will be over before the bomb explosion.

At this time, Ye Chen also started playing a trick bomb.

He first passed the bomb on the back of Pang Xiang, and then continued to paint the water on the surface of the bomb, and then pose the other hand of Pang Xiang on it.

At this way, the two hands of Pang Xiang, the way to stand back, firmly paste it together, the middle is a bomb.

"No!" He torn two hands on both sides, but found that the effect is very limited, because he is not used to using this posture.

It is often used by one hand, and the other hand will run.

"No! I will give me a little, give me!" Pang Xiang's eyes were blood red, and the look became very crazy.

He hit his morning.

"To die together!"

It actually wanted to take it with Ye Chen when I was exploding.

But for such behaviors, Ye Chen has no flash, let Pang Xiang will bring the bomb's hand, it is posted on himself.

boom!

The bomb exploded, Pang Xiang was fry backwards, and it was already miserable.

The fingers and palms have been fried, only the white bones on the wrist are exposed to the air.

He made a scream.

But don't forget to look at Ye Chen, want to see if the death sentence is harmed.

However, even if there is no trace, even if he is blown up, it is not a drop!

"How can this be this!" Pang Xiang was crazy, he is not willing!

"Don't say that this bomb is, even the super weapon is completely invalid." Ye Chen slowly said.

At the moment of explosion, he used vector handling capabilities to change all the power of him.

Pang Xiang fell to the ground, looked at his bare wrist, and his heart was full of despair.

Shake it slightly, people poured down on one side.

It is already coma.

"Master, Liang Yin Master has waited for a long time in the residence of the magic, I need to open the home of the delivery door to the home of the capital?" The little tree suddenly said in the mind of Ye Chen.

"Well, Yes, I will tell her that I am trial, I will go back late."

Ye Chen responded, one bottle of recovery agents were taken from the system space.

As for how the small tree tells the beamy: Of course, it is notified with a death.

Anyway, this thing is not necessarily used to write crimes.

The recovery agent was dumped in Pang Xiang.

Soon, the injury in his body began to recover, and even the hand that was blown up was also ever.

He woke up from the coma, after seeing your own situation, not only is not happy, but more frightened.

Trial by death, the most terrible thing is to survive, seeking death!

And now, this situation seems to happen on him! .