Death Inquisitor

Chuan Tian Yi Lang used his head tian Tian dagger, and the eyes were full of excitement. He said satisfied: "Your blood tastes are really good, I want to come to your meat will be very delicious, wait, you will be A very perfect art. "

Zhang Di's face was rising, and the sweat of Bean came out from his forehead. The muscles on his face were constantly twitching because of pain: "I fuck your mother! You a metamorphosis!"

Zhang Di's scream, Sichuan Yiro seems to have heard it, completely immersed in his own world. His knives in his hand have started to make it on Zhang Di, looking for the position of the next knife.

Zhang Di became more scared. His eyes were dead and stared at the knives, ready to be prepared, to be in the thorn. Seeing him, Sichuan Yiling is some unsatisfactory: "My ingredients, you don't let your body tight, relax, then, your meat will become delicious."

When Zhang Di is too tight, he is also pulled by a rope from behind, he is definitely not attending the wound, and it is also like this. This bastard is going to make yourself a dish, and he will mention this requirement with himself, it is just a stupid thing.

In addition, the other person looked at my boss. Now I am scared by Sichuan Yiro, and I can't live in the eyes of my eyes. It's just that they forgot a very important thing, that is, their two are ingredients, and the status of Zhang Di does not have any difference.

When they still looked at Zhang Di, the two signs of Sichuan, a sudden in the DA legs, and there was no need to have a knife. Wu Yun also called. However, after a moment, he closed his mouth Ba, and his eyes glared in Chuantian.

His Wu Boyi is not a coward like Zhang Di, but it is so painful. He doesn't feel that he has to endure. He has also received a lot of injuries than this year. He is still alive.

Of course, these are just what he is comforting yourself. I used to be a lot of injuries than this, but at that time, he did not be tied, but was sent to the hospital for an emergency by the ambulance.

The Sichuan Kawa cares is not this, he pumped the knife out, Wu Yucheng because of this. Chuan Tian Yiro put the dagger of the smoke and tasted it in his mouth, nodded with satisfaction: "You are this time, the best one, even if you put it before I have done Inside, you can also shoot in the forefront, this time is really good. "

Sichuan Yiro felt that his luck is good. But the three people feel that their luck is unlucky, that is, I want to make a pen to buy and sell, the result is not made, see this look, I have to put my own life. .

And still died in the hands of a madman in a very wrong way, how difficult it is to be more difficult.

Just these are just a beginning, Sichuan Chirang is very clear, if he wants to turn all these three ingredients into art, I am afraid that I have to spend a lot of time. Just he has this patience. For this perfect art, he is willing to Huaishan.

The Kawa Chiro's little knife began to make it on Wang Bin, and the bile Wang Bin has been scared. At this time, I saw that Sichuan Yiling took a knife in his body, tears were flowing. come out.

"No ... don't ..." Wang Bin said: "I ... my meat ... The meat is not delicious ... You let me ... let me!"

"Will you?" Sichuan Yiro shook his head: "Ingredients, you will become art, what do you have to let go? You should feel happy."

Wang Bin said with a crying: "I am glad that you are paralyzed, and Laozi does not want to become you ... ah!"

Wang Bin's words have not finished, Sichuan Sichuro's knife has been tied up on his DA legs.

Chuan Tian Yiro seems to be very enjoyable to hear such a scream, and the look is a bit intoxication, and the blood of the small knife is infected. TIAN, closed his eyes and retired for a while.

When you open your eyes again, look at Wang Bin's eyes, just like a rare treasure: "You are the best ingredient! I have never seen the perfect ingredient like you! You can rest assured, You will definitely be the best art. "

Wang Bin bites the teeth of the teeth, and he didn't rest assured at all. What is the best art, you can make people be savfully become so excited!

Wu Y Y Yishui looked at Sichuan Tianiro. If it is not yin by this bastard, how can he become such a list.

Feeling the eyes of Wu Yun, Sichuan Sichu called his attention on his body. It is like a madness to shout: "Yes, it is such a look, my favorite is that you are full of unwilling and hatred. The eyes! "

Chuan Tian Lang put down the knife in his hand, and then changed another knife from the table in his own hand.

He rushed to the knife in his hand, slowly moved to Wu Yunk: "My ingredients, let's start now, you are destined to be one of my perfect art!"

"I become you paralyzed ... I ..." Wu Yucai is halfway, there is no way to open.

The Kawa Sichuro's hand is like a knife like a meniscus, and the card is in the mouth of Wu, let him say that it is coming.

The eyes of Sichuan Yiling became sharp, and she said seriously, she said in her words: "I can't let you shout too much. Otherwise, it will be loose because of anger."

When he was finished, the same knife as a black-winning month has been scratched on Wu Y's mouth, and the mouth BA will be doubled directly.

Wu Yun swallowed, and it was full of pain in his eyes, but there was no way to issue a half-point sound.

Blood is reddish and half face and the whole neck. Zhang Di and Wang Bin saw Wu Y's desolate appearance, and the heart was not shaking, and a rabbit died of fox surf.

In addition to fear in their eyes, only the endless regrets left, regret why you will rest. The most painful of my heart is that he will lead to such consequences. .