Chapter 978: 骷髅 skeleton

When Wei Mo listened to this, he immediately made a bright future and he was willing to make a sin. So, does he still have a chance?
Bai Hao Chao Hu Feng asked: "Is there news of Song Lang and Chu Feng?"
Hu Feng shook his head: "I originally found their hiding place, but we still went a little late, only caught some of the same party, but the mastermind ran."
Speaking of the same party, Bai Yun remembered the one that Weimo said, and asked: "Where are you from the same party?"
Hu Feng pointed out that he was outside: "In the government, the prison and the prison of the capital of Beijing have let me requisition. Now all of them are used to hold those patients who are madly biting. If they are in the same category, they will find a house." It will do."
Bai Yan asked: "Can I meet? Maybe I can find the person that Weymo said."
When Hu Feng heard this, he immediately made a head: "Yeah, I think of it. There is such a person, thin and hemp-like, as if a gust of wind can blow away, it is tied in the martial arts field, Awu And Zhou Gang looked at them."
The white pheasant took Wei Mo and Wei Xuan and went to the battlefield with Hu Feng.
Far away, Wei Mo saw the man from afar. The emotion immediately became excited. His wind rushed over and reached out to the man's neck. "Bastard, why do you want to harm me, why should you harm me?"
It was clearly caught in the neck, but the face of the man was always laughing, a nearly provocative smile.
Wei Xuan quickly pulled him away: "Uncle, you can't hurt him, he still has use."
The white scorpion stepped forward, and the thorn-like gaze fell on the man's face. It was really thin. It was best to describe it with a skinny bone. As if tearing down the layer of skin, you could see a white skeleton.
"Hey, what do you do?" The man raised his eyebrows: "Since you already know, what else is it? Kill me, kill me and avenge those people."
White sneer: "Kill you? You think too beautiful."
Bai Hao turned to look at Hu Feng: "Can he not kill himself?"
Hu Feng shook his head: "No, I have already fed the cartilage, and the poison pills in the back molars have also been taken. He just wants to die and can't die."
"That's good, but you can't let him die. He hasn't tasted enough for this kind of human suffering."
Bai Hao raised his eyes and swept to the next person who followed. He said: "Go and bring a cup of Yangantang's Yangxin tea to a bowl."
The smile on the man's face immediately converges, and his face becomes gloomy and cold: "What are you going to do?"
The haze on the white enamel is scattered and replaced with a sunny smile: "What do I want to do? What do you think? You have harmed so many people, I am afraid the taste of this thing, you have not tasted it yourself!"
"Since you want to take revenge, you have to report well, let you taste the pain and pain they have tasted, and finally suffer from torture."
The man’s face was immediately defeated, and he had seen it with his own eyes. It was such a miserable, so painful that he did not want to bear it, but it was better to die.
But now, he wants to die, but it is not so easy.
"You can't do this to me!" He whispered to the white.
"Can't?" Bai Xiao sneered, thinking of the pain that Grandpa is suffering now, she angered and burned, and she could not help but tear the beast.
She borrowed the dagger from Hu Feng and walked to the man step by step. She raised his hand and cut his face, and the two knives left and right, and the blood continued to flow down.
Ignore the man's mourning, the white scorpion has been taken from the cloth bag before it is taken with the jar.