Chapter 1392: Artwork 2

Kawada Ichiro used his own head to make a tian dagger. His eyes were full of excitement. He said with satisfaction: "Your blood tastes really good, and your meat will be very delicious if you want to come. Wait, you must be A very perfect art."
Zhang Di's face turned red, and bean-sized sweat came out of his forehead. The muscles on his face were twitching continually because of the pain: "I fucking you! You're perverted!"
Zhang Di's scolding sound, Ichiro Kawada didn't seem to hear it at all, and was completely immersed in his own world. Once again, the knife in his hand began to move on Zhang Di's body, looking for the location of the next knife.
Zhang Di became more frightened, his eyes staring at the knife sharply, he was always ready to be stabbed by that knife. Seeing his appearance, Ichiro Kawada was a little dissatisfied: "My ingredients, don't let your body stretch too tight, relax, then that way, your meat will become delicious."
If Zhang Di hadn't tied his feet too tightly, and pulled his ankle from the back with a rope, he must be unable to take care of the wound now, and kicked out with such a foot. This bastard, the Sun Chinese, has to make himself a dish. If he wants to make such a request with himself, it is simply a fool.
In addition, another person looked at his former boss, and now I was scared by Kawada Ichiro. It's just that they forgot a very important thing, that is, the two of them are also ingredients, and there is no difference between Zhang Di's status.
While the two of them were still squinting at Zhang Di, Kawada Ichiro’s knife suddenly plunged into Wu Shu’s da leg, and there was no preparation to be suddenly slashed, Wu Shu also called out, But a moment later he closed his mouth ba and stared at Kawada Ichiro fiercely.
Wu Shu is not a coward like Zhang Di, but it is just a little bit of pain. He doesn’t feel that he can’t bear it. In recent years, he has suffered many times more injuries than this, but This is not how he survived all the way.
Of course, these are just his own comforting ideas. In the past, he suffered a lot heavier than this, but at that time, he was not tied up, but was rushed to the hospital by ambulance.
Kawada Ichiro didn't care about this, he drew the knife out, and Wu Shu snorted again because of this. Ichiro Kawada put the dagger in his mouth and tasted it, and nodded in satisfaction: "You are the best one this time, even if it is put in the ingredients I have done before. Inside, you can also shoot in the forefront, this time the luck is really good."
Kawada Ichiro felt his luck was good, but the three of them felt that they were out of luck, that is, they wanted to come out to do a deal, but the deal was not completed. As it is now, it is to take their own life into it. Too.
And they died in the hands of a madman in a very suffocating way, how uncomfortable they were in their hearts.
It’s just that this is just the beginning. Ichiro Kawada knew very well that if he wanted to turn all three ingredients into works of art, it might take a lot of time. It's just that he has this patience. For this perfect art, he is willing to spend these hours.
Kawada Ichiro's knife began to stroke on Wang Bin's body. Wang Bin, who was timid himself, was already terrified. At this time, I saw Kawada Ichiro holding a knife on his body, and the tears were about to flow. come out.
"No... don't..." Wang Bin shuddered and said: "I... my meat... the meat is not delicious... you let me go... let me go!"
"Don't let you go?" Kawada Ichiro shook his head: "The ingredients, you are about to turn into art, what can you let go of? You should feel happy."
Wang Bin said with a cry: "I'm glad you are paralyzed, so I don't want to be what you are...ah!"
Wang Bin's words were not finished yet. Kawada Ichiro's knife had pierced a blood on his da leg.
Kawada Ichiro seemed to enjoy hearing such screams. He looked fascinated. After licking the blood stained on the knife, he closed his eyes and pondered for a while.
When I opened my eyes again, I looked at Wang Bin's eyes as if I were looking at the rare treasure: "You are the best ingredients! I have never seen such flawless ingredients like you before! Rest assured, You will definitely be the best art."
Wang Bin gritted his teeth and looked at Kawada Ichiro, but he was not at all relieved. What's the best art, it's such a big pervert to make people into dishes!
Wu Shu looked at Kawada Ichiro with a sullen face. How could he become such a forehead if he wasn't mad by this bastard.
Feeling Wu Shu's glaring glance, Kawada Ichiro refocused his attention on him, shouting like a madness: "Yes, that's the kind of look, my favorite is that you are so full of unwillingness and hatred Eyes!"
Kawada Ichiro put down the knife in his hand, and then took another knife from the table and took it in his hand.
He raised the knife in his hand and slowly walked to Wu Shu: "My ingredients, let's start now, you are destined to become one of my most perfect artworks!"
"I became your paralysis... I..." Wu Shu scolded halfway, and there was no way to speak.
The knife like a crescent moon in Kawada Ichiro's hand got stuck in Wu Shu's mouth, making him speechless.
Kawada Ichiro's eyes became sharp, his expression serious, and he said to himself: "You must not let you yell too much for a ingredient like yours, otherwise the flesh will become loose because of anger venting."
At the end of his words, the meniscus-like knife had marked a bloodstain on Wu Shu's mouth, and directly doubled Wu Shu's mouth ba.
Wu Shu whimpered, eyes full of pain, but there was no way to make a little noise.
Blood stained his half of his face and his neck. Zhang Di and Wang Bin saw Wu Shu's so bleak look, and his heart shook uncontrollably.
In addition to the fear in their eyes, there are only countless regrets, why regret where they rest. Wang Bin is the most painful in his heart, and it is he who has caused such consequences. ..
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