Death Inquisitor

His knife entered the skin of Wu Yibu neck, started slowly pull down, gradually expanded Wu Yunk's wound, this knife Sichuan Yiling has been placing after Wu Yur's chest, this stopped .

The bright red blood was uncontrolled from Wu Yunk's chest, and then Sichuan Yiro began his second knife. It also started from the neck, but the previous position was different, and the knife was completed again, directly put Wu All the necks in the front of the ezzlad enclosed in, just like two parallel lines.

Sichuan Yiling laughed: "It's really great, there is no mistake, it seems that my state is better than what I think. Maybe because you have these ingredients make me too excited. Let's thank you very much, I can make a better art better than before. "

After he was finished, his knife has retired in Wu Yunk's neck, but this time is different from before, it is a knife to go in, and this time is a horizontal one, it is directly The bloody scar is connected together, just like a ruler.

Subsequently, the eyes of Sichuan Chiro became more serious. He carefully put down the knife inside his hand, reach out and slowly touched Wu Yunk's neck, followed by force, and he was scratched by him. The skin has been peeled off throughout him.

Wu Rirong came to the chest. The whole skin is all torn off, and the technique of Sichuan Yiro is also very amazing. It is a general person, and it is afraid that there is no way to do it.

Looking at him, there is already a lot of experience before, otherwise, there will be such a sharp way.

Wu Yard's entire body is stiff, and then the head is like this, it seems that he has lost his consciousness and coma.

Looking at the blood color of the eyes, and the thin bloodballs that have been rushed out from the meat, Sichuan Yiro licked his tongue, suddenly buried his head, biting the place where Wu Yugu has been peeled. .

"Well……"

The sulking voice came out from Wu Yunk's throat. He was once again awakened, even if he was unhappy and unwilling, it still did not escape such a pain.

He still didn't die, Sichuan Yiro said as a metamorphosis, the means thought it was high, it seems that Wu Ye is already scarred, but it will be dead for a while, and the possibility is not big.

After the pixel, Chuan Tian Yiro didn't seem to have eaten the best delicious and delicious whole world. He closed his eyes until Wu Y's consciousness was once again dissipated. This opened his eyes.

I saw him picking up two times from the table, like a knife like a long needle, watching the eyes can only barely open the Wu Yun, smile: "Sorry, you can't Dead, otherwise, it will definitely become the biggest regret in this life, because ... "

The words of Sichuan Yiling have not finished, but his hand suddenly raised, and his hands in his hand is in the eyes of Wu Yunke.

Wu Shibai also tasted such a pain before death, and it was enough to be embarrassed.

At this time, Sichuan Yiro finished his words: "If you can't die in a bigger pain, it will become the best art."

Sichuan Yiling is also a little fierce, and the blood on Wu Big is splashing on his face. He is stretched out of his tongue to squat, a very satisfying look.

Zhang Di and Wu Bin saw Wu Yun so miserable ending, and he couldn't say anything.

When Sichuan Yiro was still immersed in satisfaction, he suddenly smells a disturbance in his nose, and he suddenly wrinkled to Wang Bin.

In addition to the fresh red blood, Wang Bin's body, there are yellow liquids, continuously dripping from his crotch.

The face of Sichuan Yiling is gloomy, and the eyes are full of violentness. He has not been insulted before him. At this moment, it is very provocative.

"Bastard! You ... how can you be so stalk, you are the best ingredient, I think you are a man, even if it is afraid, it is not so thaw ... but now ... You are too disappointed. You can't make the best art! "

Wang Bin's warm liquid is when I saw Wu Yizhen died, it was not controlled out, and now Sichuan Tian Lo pointedizes the Miao head to him. Although he is very afraid, more is still a kind of meaning .

Anyway, it is dead. If the Sichuan Yicho does not look at him as an ingredients, maybe you can eat less bitterness.

It's just that he still watched the Sichuan Sichuan, destroying the best art of Sichuan, a beautiful art, and how it is so simple that Sichuan Tian Lo will be so simple.

"You can't make ingredients, I will let you become the scrap meat that I practice the knife!" Sichuan Yiro shouted like a madman, and his hand moved on countless tools.

Subsequently, his hand is suddenly stopped, and it seems like a long needle, and his hand picks up another two knife between the electric firms.

Wang Bin's heartbeat himself can be clearly heard. He swallowed, the chest was like a big stone, very uncomfortable.

At this moment, when I came here, the instinct of death, or let him feel very difficult to even breathe. His eyes have tears drops, the mouth is big, but there is no saying.

No one can understand his feelings now, because the experience is dead, but there is still no experience, just scared.

Sichuan Sichuri said: "Do you feel free, since you plan to make you practicing the meat that I practice the knife, then naturally will not let you die so easily, believe in me, you can still live a long time, very long Long time, enough to grow to you, you can't believe ... "

Wang Bin shakes the head like a rig, he is most hopeful now, it is a little bit of pain, but it seems that it seems to be a kind of expectation. He has never thought about it, there will be a miracle, Sichuan Yiro Will let him ...

Unfortunately, it is a luxury, because it is too extravagant, so it is impossible to happen at all his body.

Sichuan Yiling is really killing too many people. It is also the same in the country. Therefore, he is very clear how to make people live longer, but will not be so easy. Dead is under his knife. .