Chapter 565: : The **** pattern

Huang Zhiqiang knelt on one knee, raised his head and was about to get up, a leather shoe with a lot of egg yolk still stuck to his chin.
Before the screams came out, Huang Zhiqiang suddenly turned from the ground like an electric shock.
During the backflip, blood spattered out, with dozens of broken teeth.
When Li Nanfang was caught off guard to kick this kick, he could actually kick Huang Zhiqiang, who was flustered at the moment, with his chin broken and kicked half to death.
Then, no matter how he plays, Huang Zhiqiang can only "cooperate" obediently.
Li Nanfang didn't want to do that.
More than a thousand spectators on the scene spent so much money to watch him fight. Naturally, they hope to see a bloody, exciting, and high-quality game with a long enough visual impulse. He kicked Huang Zhiqiang into a waste, that is too Sorry for the audience.
wrong.
To be precise, it is the banknotes I'm sorry the audience bet on Huang Zhiqiang.
Boss Li is a good person-I really don't want to wait for the audience to leave with the banknotes donated by them, but did not let them enjoy the visual feast that they should enjoy.
Standing in the Supreme Box on the second floor, Shen Yun was ignoring Huang Zhiqiang, who was kicked to the ground. His cold eyes were just staring at Li Nanfang.
When Li Nanfang first came to power, Shen Yunzai looked at him familiarly.
When he revealed his name coquettishly, Shen Yun suddenly realized that this was the who contributed to the interview and severely shaved the face of South Koreans when the people of Qingshan gathered to make trouble at the Qingshan branch of the South Korean Youth Entertainment Branch. .
If it hadn't been for his grandfather's obstruction, Shen Yun would have ran to Qingshan early to serve as the show leg model of the Southern Group.
She felt that she was generous enough to allow Scum Lee to see the first beautiful girl in South Korea and show his products before he died.
He just knew her grandfather very well, but he strictly ordered her not to act without authorization in advance, before she knew the true origin of Li Nanfang.
Shen Yun didn't want to listen--no, only to endure it.
Seeing that she stayed in the country again, if she didn’t give her some work, she might run away from home and rushed to Huaxia to find Li Nanfang. After trouble, her grandfather arranged to come to Thailand to inspect the underground boxing. field.
It's just that her grandfather never dreamed that she would meet Li Nanfang here.
Will the result be good if I meet Li Nanfang here?
The ghost knows.
Of course, Shen Yunzai didn't know the result that the ghost knew. She just stared at Li Nanfang, two of her teeth bit her red lips.
At this moment, she had to admit that Grandpa was right. Li Nanfang was by no means an angry youth as he appeared on the surface.
He is a master.
Very terrible master.
Huang Zhiqiang, who is considered a leader in Taekwondo in South Korea, is now abused like a stinky sock.
Change the abuse of flowers.
Li Nanfang has never been so cool.
He has been killing people since he was fifteen years old, and he can't remember how many people he has killed so far.
But every time he kills, no matter how heinous the other party is, Li Nanfang, who is deeply influenced by his teacher's teachings, will respect the most basic human nature.
To put it simply, he will use the most simple means to let the enemy die in the least pain.
Killing like that-it's not addictive.
Now he can enjoy it.
He believed that even if his mother was in the audience, after watching him abuse Huang Zhiqiang in such a trick, at best, she would close her eyes and not watch, but she would not stop him from playing with human nature.
Just because Huang Zhiqiang is no longer an individual.
How can someone who is not a man or a woman, who is cruel and arrogant by nature, be regarded as an individual, with the human nature of a normal person?
More importantly, it is clear that Li Nanfang does not need to use the black dragon's magical nature to fight against the powerful enemy. The black dragon regained itself, tumbling up and down among his limbs and roaring excitedly, urging him to use more tricky means. , To treat Huang Zhiqiang.
Li Nanfang didn't know that whenever he ignored human nature, the black dragon would automatically wake up, control him, control him, stand from the perspective of the devil, consider problems, and fight the enemy.
Li Nanfang's eyes were red, and he was smiling.
But everyone who saw his facial expressions couldn't help shivering, as if they had seen evil monsters from the ancients.
Li Nanfang grabbed Huang Zhiqiang's neck with his left hand and punched him on the chin.
Huang Zhiqiang did not scream, just because his jaw was beaten and dislocated.
The severe pain made him more awake than ever before, and the fear he had never had before also prompted him to make an instinctive counterattack, punching Li Nanfang hard in his heart, using all his strength!
Li Nanfang can avoid it.
He does not hide.
When the devilish hair, he will ignore all the pain from the body, just like a reformed warrior without pain, let Huang Zhiqiang who is in despair, punch and kick him, slowly, and his right hand is dislocated. I stuck my mouth above my chin.
Huang Zhiqiang wanted to shut up and bite.
A dislocated jaw would not obey his brain's commands.
He raised his hands, grabbed the hand that was holding his neck, and tried to break it apart.
But that hand held his neck motionlessly like cast iron.
To Huang Zhiqiang's desperate struggle, Li Nanfang responded with a friendly smile—just like Huang Zhiqiang attacked the disabled police officer in Qingshan, full of aristocratic demeanor.
His right hand grabbed a tongue.
Huang Zhiqiang suddenly realized that Li Nanfang was doing what he was going to do. He withdrew his tongue desperately, and wanted to beg loudly, begging someone to let him go.
A person with a dislocated jaw and a hand in his mouth cannot say a word.
It was like how hard Huang Zhiqiang retracted his tongue, he couldn't hold Li Nanfang to slowly pull his tongue out of his mouth.
The action of Li Nanfang pulling his tongue out was very slow, very slow, as if a little reluctant-without a slight pause.
The scene of more than a thousand people was silent.
They all had their faces full of ghosts, staring straight at the fist ring, not daring to take a breath, fearing that it would attract the devil’s attention, suddenly rushed down, grabbed his neck, and took his tongue from his mouth. Pull it out.
Pull slowly.
There is no pause.
How long will a person’s tongue be?
There are no more than ten people who know how long their tongues are.
Now everyone knows how long a person’s tongue is—because Li Nanfang has already pulled Huang Zhiqiang’s tongue out of his mouth slowly!
How strong will a person's tongue be?
It should not be inferior to cowhide belts.
Who can break a cowhide belt with bare hands?
There should be none-but now there is.
Blood, like a fountain, spurted out suddenly when the tongue was pulled off, sprayed on Li Nanfang's face.
Of course he can hide.
But will not hide.
Because it looks so bloody, don't all the more than a thousand spectators at the scene like scenes?
The kind Li Nanfang, for the sake of money, satisfies their wishes as much as possible.
After throwing the broken tongue under his feet, Li Nanfang put his right hand on Huang Zhiqiang's smooth and delicate back. After wiping it, his left hand grabbed his back neck, bent over and right hand grabbed the knees of his legs. Lifted high above his head.
Looking back, Jie Jie smiled at Bai Ling'er, who was already frightened, and suddenly he used Huang Zhiqiang down, and at the same time, he raised his right knee.
Click!
After the sound of a fracture that can be heard in all corners of the audience, Huang Zhiqiang's whole body was bent at a very strange angle forty-five degrees without making any screams, just like a scarecrow.
After his tongue was forcibly pulled out, his people were already dead.
Li Nanfang also tortured his body, purely to satisfy the strong demands of the audience.
Like throwing garbage, he threw the corpse on the ground, Li Nanfang stepped on the corpse's neck with his left foot, and gave a strong stop!
Well, at lunch time, don't be too bloody.
"vomit!"
I don't know who it is, and can no longer bear this extreme cruelty, holding his belly with both hands, bending over and vomiting.
His vomiting turned on the vomiting switch-vomiting sounded from all sides.
Bai Ling'er was vomiting, her colleagues were vomiting, and the leader in charge of casting was vomiting. In the Supreme Box on the second floor, Shen Yun was covering his mouth, staggering back a few steps, and squatting down with a plop. on the sofa.
Compared with the audience at the scene below, perhaps because of a layer of glass, Shen Yun's visual impulse was much worse.
It's like watching a movie.
No matter how scary the scenes in the movie are, they lack the realism of the scene.
Therefore, Shen Yunzai did not vomit uncontrollably like many people below.
She just wants to escape!
Non-stop for a while.
In an instant, she thanked her grandfather for being able to stop her from going to Huaxia Qingshan alone.
Otherwise, she might be a step ahead of Huang Zhiqiang and personally "enjoy" this inhuman blood.
But when he stood up abruptly and was about to grab the door, he stopped again, was silent for a moment, suddenly turned around, and looked at Li Nanfang on the ring outside the window.
Li Nanfang was like a professional butcher, cleaning up the dead pigs that had just been slaughtered. He just suffered from no knives. He had only his left foot on the dead pig’s left leg, both hands grabbing the dead pig’s right leg, and he was about to force upwards. ---The girl screamed with fear, from behind: "Li Nanfang, don't!"
A few months ago, in the trolley duty room of the Huaxia Qingshan Kaihuang Group, the magical Li Nanfang was about to forcibly occupy Bai Ling's childhood. She once screamed something to wake him from the magic barrier.
Now, her screams once again had the effect of lightning that could tear the dark clouds apart, causing Li Nanfang, who was about to tear the dead pig into two, to freeze his movements and his eyes cleared quickly.
"Sorry, I scared you."
Li Nanfang threw away the dead pig's right leg, turned to look at Bai Ling'er, and said sorry.
"Lee, Li, Li-we, let's go."
Bai Ling'er, who was terrified by extreme fear, couldn't even name Li Nanfang, and only asked him to go with him.
"Okay. The body is full of blood, slimy and uncomfortable. Find a place to take a bath."
Li Nanfang nodded, walked to the bell-ringing waiter who was dumbfounded, and in a negotiating tone: "borrow your clothes and wipe your face?"
The bell-ringing waiter's thoughts stopped turning a long time ago, but just stood there dull, letting Li Nanfang lift his clothes and wipe his face clean.
"Thanks."
After thanking Li Nanfang, he took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into the waiter's pocket.
Mr. Li is a reasonable person and he has to pay compensation if he knows that he soils other people's clothes.
"Then buddy, can you give me water?"
Li Nanfang lifted the rope and was about to drill down, and saw a boxing brother holding a large bottle of mineral water in his hands.
This water was originally used for the fighters to rest on the field.
The little brother nodded stupidly, and passed the mineral water stiffly.
Pour water on his face, rubbing his hands a few times, Li Nanfang smiled and asked Bai Ling'er: "Is this, isn't it handsome?"
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