Mixed Miners

Yang Ling walked out of the bedroom and picked up the clothes from the floor sofa last night.

He can't wait.

As the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to revenge, but he thinks that he is not a gentleman. In his opinion, revenge should not be used for overnight activities. There is a revenge for revenge, and it should be closed on the spot.

It takes a lifetime to spend the rest of the life with the enemy. If you live longer than the enemy, what does it mean? Maybe the enemy is not dead, but he hangs first. It is definitely the second force.

Yang Ling walked out of the villa door and saw a faint black and white light flashing on his right wrist. His body blinked and disappeared from the air.

The sky is not bright, it is the normal people's night time, the big city is silent in the loneliness, only a few lonely street lights emit a dim light.

A few minutes later, in a newly renovated community building.

In the quiet late night, I only heard a click and a slight bang. The door of a room was gently pushed open, but then the door was closed again, as if nothing had happened.

The room is large, much larger than the house where Han Xue lived. There are more than 150 square feet. The floor is covered with thick carpets, crystal chandeliers, curved large-screen TVs, and large leather sofas. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, everything shows the luxury and luxury of the owner here.

The nightlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room looked very quiet.

"啪~!"

A clear slap sound came from the room on one side.

The door of the room was pushed open silently, under the bright light, on a big bed, messy with whip, handcuffs, candles and other items, a woman **** with a rope on the bed, a squatting posture, a dense rope Under the skin, on the white skin, the traces of shocking traces are drawn.

A man in the whole body is moving from the back, and a strange shout is heard in his mouth. The palm of his hand pats the woman's **** from time to time.

Suddenly the man who was moving was shaking, and then his eyes almost protruded out of the eyelids. Then, his mouth continued to make a loud noise, and he turned to the bed without turning it.

"嘣~"

The rope tied to the woman broke gently, and as she prepared to turn her head, she felt an irresistible force on her neck, and she fainted at the first sight.

Under the light, Yang Ling’s figure appeared.

He was a little tangled and looked at the scene that was unsightly.

Although he had already seen the situation here through God's thoughts, since he came, he would not return empty-handed, but with a woman, it would be a lot of trouble to deal with.

He grabbed one of the man's feet, dragged him to the living room, and then turned on the lights.

Under the light of the light, Yang Ling's finger flicked, and the man lying on the ground shook his body, then opened his eyes effortlessly.

"Who are you?" The man looked at Yang Ling in horror.

"Are you calling Xu Tao? Is your ex-wife called Han Xue?"

"Yes..., you are looking for me to do... What are you doing?" The man was scared by Yang Ling's cold eyes, and he moved desperately on the carpet.

"Very good!" Yang Ling nodded. "It seems that I didn't find the wrong person today!"

"You...what do you want to do?" The man became more and more scared.

Yang Ling did not speak, reached for a stroke, in the fruit bowl on the coffee table, a fruit knife floated up and flew slowly.

The man on the ground suddenly found himself horrified and found that he could not control his body.

He saw the knife fall slowly on his hand, and his fingers were like being pinched by the hand, holding the fruit knife tightly in his hand.

He looked at his hand in horror and watched as he held the fruit knife and slowly walked over to his knees.

Under the stimulation of the drug, the things under the arm are still quite straight.

He wants to call, but his mouth can't open, he can only make a squeaky voice. He struggles hard, but he seems to be imprisoned. He can't move at all. He can only look at the knife with horror and helplessness. Point forward a little to your own armpit, then cut it down.

Yang Ling looked at it and couldn't help but frown. This thing dangling and swaying. After a few cuts, the skin was not broken. It was too much for his surprise. Is this guy's bird hard enough to reach the realm of invulnerability?

So under his control, the man on the ground also reached out and grabbed his own bird.

Then, it is a **** and exciting activity from the palace.

Xu Tao was terrified to fainting. He could only watch himself cut his own bird with a knife, and it was the kind of slow cutting. The fruit knife was almost a blunt instrument in the knives. Many people were familiar with the blunt knife cutting. Saw it and saw it... saw it and saw it... saw it and saw it...

After countless times of sawing, a piece of things was sawn down.

A lot of blood spurted out from his legs like a fountain, and he was covered with his face.

However, this is not the end. One of his hands slowly lifted up, took the piece to his mouth, and then stuffed it into his mouth. By the way, he held the chin with his hand. under.

He really couldn't stand the most terrible self-harming torture under the sun. He looked at Yang Ling in horror, wanted to call, and wanted to pull the thing out of his mouth, but his body was uncontrollable, and his eyes turned to faint.

"Hey~! Do you think that fainting is over?" Yang Ling sneered a few times, his fingers stunned, and Xu Tao stunned in the past, and under his gaze, his hand held a fruit knife and started again on his face. On the top, the legs are cut around.

Fear of despair is not enough to describe Xu Tao’s mentality at this time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His face is distorted and his eyes slowly start to become gray, just like a person who is desperate to the extreme, slowly pokes himself on himself. The dripping blood soaks the carpet under the body.

Yang Ling looked at it all coldly, and there was no mercy in his heart.

No matter how powerful the man's life is in front of him, in his eyes, it is just a chicken-like dog.

Watching this man bleed himself with his own knife and knife, his face was covered with messy wounds, his life became weaker and weaker, and Yang Ling suddenly felt a boring.

Han Xue said that this kind of ant-like scum is really not worthy of his own hands. He stretched his finger and gently bounced it. The man on the floor was loose, the fruit knife fell to the ground, and he stumbled like a mud. On the ground, the body almost did not see the original look.

A minute later, a woman jumped out of the window.

Here is the 12th floor. Under the night, the woman whispers and falls, and suddenly changes direction when she is landing. A few flashes disappear in the dark corner. (To be continued.)