But the iron chain that bound him was too strong, even if he struggled with all his strength, it would not help.
"Please... Ah, please, kill me, kill me... I really didn't know that she was your lover, please!!"
Gu Liushen moved his wrist lightly, holding the handle of the knife, and exerting slight force.
"Bah—"
Almost instantly, blood erupted from the wound and splashed on his clear and pale cheeks. He closed his eyes and chuckled, "My thoughts at the time were..."
He grabbed Laihou's hair abruptly, his cold black eyes pressed tightly into his eyes, every word, as if he was about to eat his flesh, "After catching him, I cut him alive!"
"Do not!!!!"
Laihou screamed sternly, and the scene of being plucked alive kept playing back in his mind. He gasped for breath, his face turned purple, and the pain in his body was far more scary than psychological fear.
"I was wrong, please, kill me..."
He now knows that he can't go out alive, but he doesn't want to die so painfully. If he had known that he would provoke such a Shura-like figure, he would rush to the middle of the road and be killed, and would not do it. Stupid of being too greedy!
Wu San was gagged, tied up like a zongzi and thrown aside. His eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't help crying in horror. He shook his head frantically, banged his head on the ground, and made a motion of kowtow.
"Kill you?" Gu Liushen squeezed the dagger, and the cold touch fell on Laihou's face. He couldn't help shaking, and closed his eyes, feeling the dagger patted his face twice, "rest assured, I will Kill you… "
He didn't have time to be surprised, and then listened to him with a chuckle and whispered: "I will kill you after I've cut you alive—"
"Ah!!! Let me die Let me die!!!"
The blade with a cold sharp edge was attached to his cheek. No one else noticed or dared to look at Gu Liushen's movements directly. When he moved his wrist lightly, a piece of flesh as thin as a cicada's wing fell from his cheek. Fell down.
Gu Liushen narrowed his eyes, happily picked up the piece of meat with the tip of the knife, and leaned in front of Laihou, "Look, is my technique very good, eh?"
Laihou closed his eyes tightly, the pain in his cheeks had almost paralyzed his entire nerves and brain, and the blood smeared his entire face. He didn't dare to move, gritted his teeth, and his heart almost burst in fear.
"Don't open your eyes? It's okay..."
Suddenly, Gu Liushen shook off the almost transparent piece of flesh that was still bloodshot. Others couldn't see his movements at all. They listened to the trembling screams from the entire closed and dark torture room, "Ah. !!!"
The sound, sharp and painful, is hardly like what a person would make.
"Huh—huh, huh—"
Laihou gasped constantly. In his left eye, a dagger was abruptly inserted, mixed with unidentified blood, which came out of the dark blood hole gruntingly. He wanted to faint or die in pain. In the past, the pain communicated to him everywhere in his body kept him awake at all times.
"Ah... Why didn't I listen to what I said? Now, do you know that I was wrong? Huh?"
Gu Liushen stepped back two steps, and again took a dagger from the wall, and the one just now still remained in Laihou's eyes.
"I was wrong... I was really wrong... Oh, please, kill me..."
"Tsk, why are you crying? Come on, let me see."
Gu Liushen narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned closer, and suddenly Laihou opened his mouth. When no one else was paying attention, he bit his tongue abruptly.