Chapter 211 Marching Ant

Seeing that Qimo's body trembled, Wu Xian's mouth became bigger and bigger, and he said to Qimo, "Enjoy this treatment! Not everyone can enjoy it."

Qimo looked at this evil man with a throbbing face and wanted to reduce the fear in his heart, but his mouth was supported by strips of cloth, and every sound was whining.

The saber in Wu Xian's hand was not idle. He was a knife at the skin and flesh strangled by the holes of the fishing net. Looking at the meat slices like sashimi flying in the air and falling to the ground, Wu Xian felt a burst of pleasure.

He put a small piece of skin from the ground with a saber and raised it in front of Qimo and said coldly, "See? This is the meat on your body. Do you feel its warmth? However, don't worry, there are still hundreds of pieces of meat like this. Enjoy it!"

Qimo's pupils contracted, and there was more and more fear in his eyes. Looking at the man in front of him, Qimo no longer felt that he was a devil. He was originally a devil, a devil who executed punishment in hell. Originally, he thought that his nerves were hard enough to face death calmly, but this evil spirit abruptly shattered his will. It turned out that he was still a human and did not become a machine. He still needed people to sympathize and pity him.

Although Qimo thought so, Wu Xian did not stop. He went down with a knife and brought a knife light. At the same time, the skin and flesh of Qimo's body was like a light rain. The red blood beads and red and white pieces of meat formed a picture that hit the human visual nerves.

In just a few minutes, the skin and flesh on one of Qimo's thighs became potholes, and part of the epidermis was maintained where it was strangled by the fishing nets. Other places exposed dark red muscle textures, and the muscles on it were also cut off a lot.

Wu Xian shook the blood beads on the tiger-tooth saber, looked at the bleeding wound, licked his dry lips, and said to Qimo, "If you continue, maybe I haven't cut 300 knives, and you will bleed to death..."

When Qimo heard Wu Xian's words, he suddenly seemed to find a bright light to move forward. He hoped that his blood could flow faster so that he could be relieved as soon as possible.

"But for my promise, I won't let you die so soon. So I prepared plasma for you, so that you can survive 300 dollars. When Qimo heard Wu Xian's words, the idea of death that had just risen was cut off. The person in front of him was simply a little more vicious than the devil. If he had known that today was such a result, he would not have taken that task at the beginning.

Qimo knows how late it is to regret. Now he can only think that he can die fast enough. He doesn't know the boundary between death or life. He only knows that bursts of pain are coming. He wants to scream but can't say it. bursts of coldness begin to sweep his whole body, making himself feel like sleeping. Move.

After cutting a few pieces of meat on Qimo's body, Wu Xian looked at Qimo's blue lips and immediately took a bag of plasma to beat Qimo. A few minutes later, Qimo's face was a little better and his spirit was slightly better. Wu Xian said to Qimo, "I have replenished your blood, but there is a very sad thing to tell you. When my brother went to grab it, he didn't figure out what your blood type was, so if there is any inappropriate blood type in it, you can only blame. I didn't pray for your God today.

When Qimo heard Wu Xian's words, a lot of hatred suddenly broke out in his angry eyes. Although in the case of the lack of the same type of blood and the need for first aid, injecting a small amount of different types of blood into the injured can save the lives of the injured, basically using type O blood as the most basic first aid blood, followed by type AB blood, but I am AB blood, which is acceptable for type O, but there is no Whether it is type A or type B, it is definitely not a life-saving medicine for me, but a deadly foreign body.

Wu Xian coldly looked at the change on Qimo's face and smiled strangely at Qimo and said, "It seems that you are very well aware of the power of this thing, but seeing that you are so energetic, I guess this bag of plasma is your blood type. Congratulations, you have gained a lot of time."

Wu Xian's words were magical, which made the originally dead Qimo excited all over his body, and his body actually felt a sense of urine. Looking at Wu Xian, his eyes were also full of prayers, hoping that Wu Xian could give him a happy.

Wu Xian didn't seem to see Qimo's eyes. Looking at the small holes in the lower body of Qimo, he looked at the upper body of Qimo and felt that the speed of Qimo's bleeding was a little fast. Wu Xian also accelerated the speed of the bag of plasma infusion a little.

"Don't blame me for being cruel. It's just my brother's blood feud. I will definitely make his enemy die very unhappy." Wu Xian seemed to be talking to himself and talking to Qimo.

The knife fell, and a piece of fast skin and flesh broke away from Qimo's upper body. Wu Xian looked at the eight abdominal muscles on Qimo's body. They were exposed to the air like this. The dark red texture and the concave and convex lines made Wu Xian feel nauseous, but disgusting, and the work that should be done still had to be done. The tiger-tooth saber cut violently against the eight abdominal muscles, and Wu Xian didn't stop until he could easily feel the wriggling stomach under the abdominal muscles.

At this moment, Qimo's face is already blue and purple, which makes people mistakenly recognize that his skin color is like this. Wu Xian looked at the bottom-out blood bag and pulled out the needle on it and inserted it back into another new plasma bag.

Wu Xian reached out and took out the cloth in Qimo's mouth to remove the blood stains and a circle of worn marks. In order to prevent his suicide, Chimo's teeth were knocked down by No. 9, but now there are wear marks on the cloth, which only shows that Chimo's pain has made him not care about the small wound in his mouth. As long as the pain can be relieved, Chimo is willing to do anything.

Wu Xian took this circle of cloth around Qimo's mouth and tied a knot behind his head to prevent him from spitting blood on himself. Feeling that the cloth that sealed Qimo's mouth was a little like sealing his nose, Wu Xian made two cuts on the cloth with a saber, allowing him to breathe with his mouth to prevent suffocation.

Qimo's mouth was finally liberated, but in addition to humming, it was the sound of inhaling. For what Wu Xian thought, Qimo now has no strength at all, and the fear of the man in front of him makes Qimo dare not do anything.

In such a long period of pain and suffering, this simple pause actually made Qimo feel relaxed mentally, and the physical pain disappeared, replaced by a feeling of soreness. However, as soon as Qimo felt relaxed, there was a small tingling sensation all over her body. The feeling was very obvious but you didn't know where she was. The tingling on his body made Qimo couldn't help roaring, but the more excited the feeling became, the stronger the feeling, which made Qimo couldn't help looking up desperately to make himself comfortable.

When Chimo saw the plasma bag hanging on the tree, Chimo understood why this happened in his body. Different blood in his body began to reject the original function of the body. Feeling the situation in his body, Qimo looked at Wu Xian with bitter pleading eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Please, give me a pleasure."

"My brother died to save me. I'm living for two people now. Do you think I will let you die so easily?" Wu Xian ignored Qimo's plea and said coldly.

After Wu Xian finished speaking, the knife in his hand was cut to Qimo's face. After a few pieces of skin and flesh fell to the ground, Wu Xian could clearly see the white bones on Qimo's face, the tongue without teeth, and the white eyeball.

Qimo felt that any of his plea could not be exchanged for Wu Xian's pity. The pupil in the white eyeball immediately appeared dead gray. Although the muscles can be seen beating at the heart above the chest, and the remaining muscles of the whole body are shaking because of the rejection reaction, Qimo's heart is dead, and as for the physiological Death is just a matter of time.

Wu Xian saw Qimo's dead eyes and the flesh all over the ground. The hatred in his heart had disappeared. He was unwilling to be a cruel mad dog. He put the saber back into the scabbard, threw the fishing net on Qimo, and said to Qimo who fell to the ground: "It's your luck to live. You can't live. Go down, it's your life." Although he knew that Chimorgan could not live, Wu Xian wanted to find a comfort, a comfort to his heart.

However, God seemed to have to take back Chimo's life. A black flood rushed to Chimo. In a short time, there were big military ants everywhere, but for Qimo, this was no longer important. He felt a warm light shining on him and kept himself away from the cold. , stay away from the darkness.