Feng Chenglin takes a meaningful look at the Ding temple and turns away from seeing the tragedy of the second.
Ding temple is also disdainful squint at him, directly ignore: "I ask you The people who want to kill me Who is it? "
The pupil of the old two shrinks, throat some sob, but because of the thorn through the throat, can't say anything.
"So, you don't want to answer that!"
Ding Temple mouth floating on a grimace, fingertips flip, thorns burst out of the mouth of the second, into his eyes and ears.
"Wuwu..."
He sobbed, struggled, and convulsed.
Blood, along the thorn slip of paper, but by its leaves on top of the roll to absorb clean.
With the smell of blood, Feng Chenglin understood something -
"you I don't really want to ask him anything, but I want to kill him! "
"Abuse?"
Dingmiao suddenly a sneer, slowly side head.
"A person like you, without great hatred, will not understand what is abuse..."
Slowly pulled open the chest clothes, exposed a chest, several purple, palm big scars, eye-catching.
"Do you know what lingchi is?"
He raised his right hand and made a cut at his chest.
"It's to use a knife to cut off your flesh piece by piece..."
Feng Chenglin's pupil shrank: "you are..."
"They won't cut you off in a day to make sure you're alive They'll come and cut a little bit a day, and then they'll take medicine to save your life Because they want to get what they want from your mouth... "
"It's whale Dan!"
The wind makes Lin dun realize and his eyes twinkle.
"What they want is whale Dan..."
"Whale Dan in my hands, I can live a day If I live one day, the blood of our Miao family will not be broken So, no matter what kind of torture, I have to live Can't die... "