Chapter 391: How long?

Liu Wu stared at Lu Ping.
He was a very stable person, not a Maotou youth like Zhuo Qing, otherwise he would not be selected to be sent to Beidou College. But in the face of Lu Ping, he was a little unable to breathe. This young man is so unreasonable that all his words and actions are beyond Liu Wu's expectations.
He really wanted to treat Lu Ping's words as pretending to be calm, but the problem was that Lu Ping's words were sincere and his attitude was natural. He couldn't hear the pain in the words, but he was full of curiosity.
He was staring at Lu Ping, and Lu Ping was watching him.
He wanted to see Lu Ping's thoughts, but Lu Ping seemed to be waiting for his answer.
At the same time, the bones did not stop, and the five swollen skins on Lu Ping continued to twitch and squirm. The pain that broke out under this skin was very clear Liu Wu, but Lu Ping, the victim, seemed to be unclear .
Liu Wu decided to give it another try. He mentioned it with five fingers, and the five swollen parts suddenly bleed, the skin was rotten and the bones were visible in the wound. Zhuo Qing looked pale on the side, he had battle experience, and had several lives in his hand, but still couldn't look directly at such a and scary wound, his eyes kept evading to other places.
But another sore pain was so prominent that it made Lu Ping frown again without even humming.
But Liu Wu's ability did not stop there. On the right hand, the power of the soul is condensed on the five fingers, and gradually, it shines like a metal. This time, Liu Wu didn't hit it anymore, his right hand pressed slowly, and was resting on Lu Ping's left hand, and the five spirits were injected into Lu Ping's left hand.
Lu Ping's left hand began to tremble, and blood began to slowly ooze from the skin and flesh between the back of his hand, the palm of his hand, and even the fingers, but he could not see any wounds. Lu Ping's brows were also deeper than before, which gave Liu Wu some comfort, at least Lu Ping was not unaware.
Shaking from Luping's left hand, he climbed onto his wrist, followed his left arm, and moved slowly upward. Along with it, there was blood oozing constantly.
"What sound?" Zhuo Qing heard something very alertly at this time, but soon he could distinguish the source of the sound-Lu Ping's trembling left arm, as if there was a sharp knife scraping his bones, he was learning all about it. .
Zhuo Qing immediately realized what was going on, and his already pale face changed again. He didn't dare to watch it before, but now he doesn't dare to listen.
For the first time, Liu Wu couldn't take care of Zhuo Qing's mood, and carried out the bone to this extent in torture. He concentrated his attention very carefully. Because he just wanted Lu Ping to taste the pain, but he didn't want to kill Lu Ping's life directly, he had to carefully control the power of courage to avoid some potentially fatal points.
When Peony finally reached Lu Ping's shoulder, Liu Wu hadn't seen the look he expected from Lu Ping's face. His five fingers on his right hand pressed down suddenly, and the force of Luping's shoulders suddenly fell, blood was splashing, and the piercing bone scrape from Luping's shoulder to Luping's ankle very quickly, this sound, let Zhuo Qing almost thought Lu Ping was split in half.
And this suddenly happened. Let Luping shrink into a mass, roll to the ground, and his whole body was shaking. Liu Wu also breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he spent a great deal of energy, and he also consumed a lot of force, and needed a break.
While adjusting the power of the spirit, Liu Wu looked at Luping coldly.
"Now, do you think of anything?" He kept his tone balanced, as if he had just used a very ordinary method.
"Thinking of it." Lu Ping's answer sounded a bit difficult. The voice is trembling constantly, and the pain can be tolerated, it does not mean that the pain has no effect.
And the trembling tone in Liu Wu sounded like the movement of victory. He was already smiling in his heart, but his face was still cold and frost, and he said only one word coldly: "Say."
"This power ... should be the control department?" Lu Ping said.
"Good." Liu Wu didn't mind answering Lu Ping at this step.
"I'm done." Lu Ping said.
The tone was still shaking and full of pain, but it completely wiped away the smile in Liu Wu's heart. He was stunned for five seconds, and then he reacted.
"This is what you think of?" Liu Wu's complexion became extremely ugly.
"Not bad," Lu Ping replied.
"Very well ... very good." Liu Wu could not cover his emotions anymore, a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, his hands were raised in front of him, and his ten fingers began to gather strength.
"I hope you can still stick to what you want to say." Liu Wu said, pressing both fingers together, from Lu Ping's hands, stretch the bones together.
The bone scraping sounded again, and even Zhuo Qing, who had always wanted Lu Pingming's face, showed an unbearable look on his face. Liu Wu did not move at all. He had already made up his mind to continue persecution. Luping either spoke or died. He wanted Lu Ping to understand that the information he had was not enough to be his amulet.
Lu Ping's trembling suddenly became more intense, and his body curled up on the ground seemed to be a little smaller. Liu Wu still carefully controlled the strength of his soul, but it was more than double the energy it spent before, and the strength of the spirit was also doubled. But Lu Ping just struggled painfully, and still had no intention to speak.
"Look how long you can last!" Liu Wu shouted. The clay figurine still has three points of gas, and he has been continuously frustrated. At this time, he has been completely irritated.
How long?
It does n’t matter how long it lasts ... the question is, how long can you last?
Lu Ping endured the pain, but his consciousness was more sober than ever.
He cares about what kind of power this bone is, but he is not acting like Liu Wu. He wants to know, because it determines whether he uses his newly developed defenses. If it is a customized ability, it will be eaten by the lock soul, and the effect of the ability is not exerted, and Liu Wu will immediately notice it.
If it becomes useless, it will naturally change its means, and this is not what Lu Ping wants to see. This kind of brutal force is more painful to the practitioners, but this is exactly what Lu Ping is used to enduring. If Liu Wuru cut his hands and feet roughly, that is what Lu Ping did not want to see.
So if he could, he hoped Liu Wu would use similar means to toss, he could bear it, he could carry it, so delaying time, hoping to have the opportunity to escape. Although he hadn't thought of a solution right now, but if he lived a little longer, he would have a chance. He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die very much.
Fortunately, Liu Wu carefully controlled the bone-cutting behavior afterwards, so that Lu Ping finally concluded that this power was a control system rather than a custom system. In this way, his defensive tactics began to start, and some damage can be reduced. However, in order to avoid the other party being aware, Lu Ping controlled more carefully than Liu Wu. In the empty space of the lock, he only thinks that it has not existed long enough. If he wants to make it shorter, he is completely under his control.
The lock spirit, which is more fleeting than ever, blocks the force of the spirit controlled by Liu Wu little by little. At this very moment, Liu Wu could not even notice it. The power of the forbidden spirit is naturally unconscious to him, only as a loss of power. This is the first time Liu Wu has performed so thoroughly, and he cannot notice the abnormality at all.
Lu Ping, in this way, has been trying to protect himself, carrying out this duel that he knows well, but Liu Wu did not know it. But it was the third person here who broke the duel.
"Brother Liu Wu." Zhuo Qing, who kept talking for several times, finally saw Liu Wu's mad look, and finally couldn't help talking.
Liu Wu insisted on showing his bones with both hands, and was constantly stolen by Lu Ping. He was already exhausted and worried: Do n’t run out of his own power, this kid is still not dead. At this time Zhuo Qing's voice made him relax a bit and looked at Zhuo Qing.
"Perhaps he really didn't know ..." Zhuo Qing said.
"Then he can only die." Liu Wu said, and this actually made him feel a little relieved. He actually kind of hoped that Lu Ping didn't know anything, and he could get him cleanly.
"Or try another method?" Zhuo Qing said.
Liu Wu looked at Zhuo Qing, showing his bones, and suddenly stopped silently.
Does Lu Ping really know nothing?
Liu Wu dared not draw this conclusion at all. What he sees is that Lu Ping has been enduring, without persuasion, and without begging ~ EbookFREE.me ~ know or don't know, there is no way to infer from here. Lu Ping's stoic attitude can only be confirmed by one point: such a hard move is useless to Lu Ping.
Zhuo Qing is not overflowing with sympathy, he saw this, so it is also a step for Liu Wu.
As for other methods, what is that? Liu Wu knew Zhuo Qing was not clear, he was more experienced than Zhuo Qing in this kind of thing, but at this point he can only admit that he was helpless.
Obviously, they caught Lu Ping, took the initiative, and tossed Lu Ping unbearably, but now, the frustration in their hearts is far stronger than Lu Ping.
Lu Ping, listening to their conversations, was still clear about one thing. This group of people did not want to die too fast as much as possible.
In this case, it would be great.
Lu Ping, who was tossed to death, was relieved.
To live. If you live, there is hope. (To be continued.)
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