"Looking at your outfit, you should be a Japanese, so don't you tell me something?"

After a little shot in the crowd, Sun Feng discovered a target that interested him, slowly approached him, stared at the Japanese iconic mustache on his chin, and then asked him with interest.

There is an old saying that killing a chicken can scare the monkey. At present, this Japanese man seems to be a good tool to pry open the mouths of those people.

"Damn Chinese pig, even if you kill me, don't try to take out a trace of useful information from my mouth.

I, Matsumoto Taro, is an authentic Japanese samurai. My grandfather is a great Japanese hero. He has personally participated in three wars in China. There were hundreds of Chinese pigs who died in his hands. There were countless Chinese women he played with.

Under his wise teachings, I am also a dignified Japanese samurai. I am not as cowardly and greedy as you Chinese.

It will not be like you, a dirty, incompetent and cowardly Chinese, who wags his tail and begs for mercy, long live the great emperor."

Hearing Sun Feng's words, the Japanese suddenly turned his head disdainfully, said to Sun Feng with a look of righteousness and a look of home.

"Haha, your grandpa is still a Japanese hero? That's really great. It seems that the meal I prepared for you before is obviously not of level enough."

Hearing Matsumoto Taro's words, a strong cold light flashed through Sun Feng's eyes.

He waved his hand and controlled the six daggers inserted into his body. With his howling pain, he dragged his whole body into the air, his feet off the ground, and the weight of his entire body was supported by the six sharp daggers inserted into his body.

The six sharp daggers that suddenly rose suddenly broke through the muscles that blocked them in front of him, and cut out hideous scars on his wounds, and finally stuck tightly on the bones.

Some fragile bones, such as ribs, are now vaguely cracked due to the action of the dagger.

Ignoring his desolate howl, Sun Feng waved his hand and the dagger on the ground, which was inserted into the chest of the dead guy, suddenly flew out of his wounds and floated lightly in the air.

Sun Feng looked at the last moment with interest and was still righteous, shouting that he was not afraid of death and was a Japanese warrior. Now he was crying like a coward. The strong change made Sun Feng grin and chuckling.

"Are you really a Japanese samurai? You are really not afraid of death? You really won't surrender like me, the dirty, incompetent, and cowardly Chinese? Haha, where did you learn these adjectives? Are you quite educated?"

Sun Feng asked him with a smile while constantly pointing at him in the void. The dagger also continued to fly up and down on him in his terrified gaze with Sun Feng's fingers.

The dagger seemed to particularly like the position between his legs and kept wandering back and forth there.

The sharp dagger, under Sun Feng's deliberate control, only took a few rounds back and forth, tearing a big hole in his lower body of jeans of good quality, and the cold dagger was close to the living wandering.

This time, he was so scared that all his hair stood up, and his body struggled even harder, but he seemed to have forgotten that he was being inserted into the air by six sharp daggers.

As he struggled, the wound on his body suddenly deepened again, and the blood flowed constantly gushed out of the wound. The heart-wrenching pain made his face distorted and unnaturally.

"Haha, what a great Japanese warrior. My favorite is the Japanese warrior. I hope that after you taste the next big meal, you can still maintain the beautiful quality of this hard bone as always."

Looking at the guy who couldn't help but screamed hysterically and seemed to be about to collapse in the next second, Sun Feng smiled brightly at him again.

He casually stabbed the dagger he was under control into a place that was not fatal but extremely painful. He slowly raised his right index finger.

Under Dingdang's "removal", Sun Feng's inner demons disappeared, and his whole body seemed to have entered a state of demonization. Uh, in layman's terms, Sun Feng has turned evil at this moment.

And now he coincidentally encountered a Japanese "samurai". Of course, Sun Feng had to treat such a good toy. After all, the relationship between the two countries has a long history and unity and mutual assistance.

Seeing the dagger that threatened the safety of his brothers, the demon in front of him was inserted into him. Although the Japanese warrior was tortured by the severe pain, he screamed in his heart again.

Since any normal man can withstand the lifeline being visited by a dagger without breaking down.

As the saying goes, shooting is not scary, it will pass when your eyes are dark. What is scary is the few seconds before shooting, which is the most life-threatening thing, for example, in the current situation.

If Sun Feng didn't say anything and gave him a clean and neat pleasure, he would scream at most, and then continue to pretend to be a hero and pretend to be stubborn.

But Sun Feng just controlled the dagger and kept ranking under him. The worry, fear, fear, and fear kept appearing in his heart. It really cost him his life.

"If this demon persisted for a while, I might have collapsed myself, but now, the great Emperor blessed me... God, he... he... he must be the devil of hell."

When the guy had just breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes widened in vain.

Because he found that the demon in front of him, his outstretched index finger, was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the whole finger became as dark as ink.

The strange change, the unknown color, the fishy smell that faintly came from the fingers made the heart of the Japanese warrior hang up again.

"Hehe, to be honest, after getting this mutated scorpion venom, you are the first to try it out. I think you should like this big meal."

Ignoring that guy's no, no, no, and the roar I said, Sun Feng's index finger, covered with mutant scorpion poison, gently tapped on his wound without any pause in the other party's extremely terrified gaze.

Collect as soon as you touch

Although Sun Feng stopped it as soon as he touched it, the densely packed mutant scorpion venom still successfully followed the blood from his wound and penetrated into his body.

After a while, a louder and more desolate scream, accompanied by wailing and begging, suddenly roared out of the guy's mouth, and the sound was chilling.

The mutated scorpion poison that Sun Feng used on him, but after carefully selected, all the toxicity was blocked, and only the feeling of spreading in the human body was like countless insects biting it. The pain was so painful that it was heart-wrenching, and it was worse than death.

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