The killer of the past is the ninth-level life disability

Xue Jin woke up in pain. He exhaled slowly, and when he was about to sit up, his hands and legs were held down.

The dark room was filled with the pungent smell of medicine, and my back hurt like being pricked by a needle.Xue Jin struggled violently, and those people pressed harder.

Think about this business style. Who else can there be besides Luo Qian?Xue Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Luo Qian."

Immediately there was applause behind him, and Luo Qian clapped his hands and said, "That's great, Scorpion, I want to draw a picture on your back."

Xue Jin stared slightly, waving his hands and kicking his legs to get rid of the bondage of these people. He moved so violently that the person who stabbed the tattoo on his back had to stop.Xue Jin sneered, and said, "Luo Qian, you trash, will only use such low-end methods to satisfy your own evil tastes."

Luo Qian put his hand on Xue Jin's back, and then suddenly slapped him hard on the back, speaking in a very gentle tone: "Don't talk nonsense, if you provoke me again, I will put your back on your back." The skin on it was peeled off."

Xue Jin snorted coldly, "You're the one to do it, take off the skin on my body and use it to decorate your ugly heart."

Luo Qian was not angry. He stroked Xue Jin's side face, then lowered his head, put his lips next to Xue Jin's ear, and said, "You're right, my heart is as ugly as a sewer mouse. The same, so where do you get, you think you are as white as a piece of paper?"

Xue Jin clenched his fists, he turned his head and spat on Luo Qian's face.He laughed, with those fox-like eyes slightly upturned, and asked, "Where are my friends, what did you do to them?"

Luo Qian raised his hand and wiped his face, and said, "Oh, are you referring to your Pao You, or that little girl?" Seeing Xue Jin frowning slightly, he laughed, "Everyone I didn't catch it, I followed the ice cube beside you to chase a little star."

Xue Jin slightly lowered his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "Oh."

"Just stay with me honestly for a while, and I'll go play with your friends." Luo Qian reached out and pressed Xue Jin's head firmly on the blanket underneath.

Xue Jin's hands and legs were restrained, and he couldn't use any strength at all. His face was buried in the blanket and he was almost out of breath. He took a few breaths and his neck turned red, "Luo Qian, I guarantee you will live But next year."

Hearing Xue Jin's words, Luo Qian laughed like a poisonous snake. He grabbed the other person's hair, forced him to raise his head, and said viciously: "Not only will I live through next year, I will also step on your head to live!" Over next year."

After Luo Qian let go, Xue Jin buried his face heavily on the blanket, his neck was sore, and his hair seemed to have been torn off a few strands. He clicked his tongue, twisted his arm violently, and shouted : "Don't fucking press Lao Tzu's hand!"

Luo Qian raised his chin towards those people, motioning them to let go.After those people understood, they took their hands back and stood up straight beside them.

But Luo Qian obviously would not let Xue Jin go so easily. The moment those people let go of their hands, a needle was stuck on the back of Xue Jin's neck.

The medicine took effect very quickly. Within 3 minutes, Xue Jin felt so exhausted that he couldn't lift any strength. He slammed the bed and cursed a few times.

Luo Qian patted the back of Xue Jin's hand, grabbed his tightly clenched hands, forced him to let go of his fist, then touched the back of that hand one by one, and said, "Look, now it's like a cat. Just as good."

Xue Jin was so dizzy that even the things he saw in front of him were doubled, and his ears began to roar, and he couldn't hear what Luo Qian said at all.

Luo Qian glanced at the tattoo artist and said, "Continue."

Xue Jin didn't move, and lay there with his eyes tightly closed. On his back was an unpainted scorpion, tightly twisted by roses and vines.

The heavy curtains were half-open, and some faint light penetrated into the cold house.Xue Jin woke up on the ground, he touched his back with his backhand, and then hissed in pain, as if the whole skin on his back had been peeled off.

The room was empty as if there was no one else but him, and the whole floor was covered with a thick embroidered carpet, the color of which was bright red like dried blood.

Xue Jin got up from the ground and opened the curtains.The window was sealed with steel bars, and the gap between the steel bars could only allow an arm to pass through.He turned and scanned the empty room, not surprisingly, he found a pinhole monitor in the ceiling.

The door of the room was suddenly opened, Luo Qian walked in from the outside, looked at Xue Jin with frivolous eyes, and said, "Do you want to see the painting on your back?"

Xue Jin didn't speak, just pursed his lips and looked at him warily.

Luo Qian clapped his hands, and then the two men carried a mirror in, and after putting it down, they went out, not forgetting to close the door.

"Luo Qian, you are disgusting." Xue Jin said, and he took a step back slightly.

Luo Qian loves Xue Jin's current appearance very much. He is as cautious as a kitten in a cage. All his nails have been cut off, leaving only a sharp bite tooth.He stretched out his hand to Xue Jin: "Come here."

Xue Jin smiled, did Luo Qian treat him like a dog?He walked over, then kicked his leg violently, and struck Luo Qian's neck with his hand.

Luo Qian was not a vegetarian either. He dodged left and right for a while, and then began to bully him. Just when he thought he could catch Xue Jin, his jaw suddenly hurt.

Xue Jin sneered, and mocked, "Your skills are not as good as your subordinates." He swung his leg and kicked at the mirror, which shattered with a bang, and fine shards of glass splashed out.

The people outside the door heard the sound, quickly opened the door and broke in, shouting: "Boss!"

Luo Qian raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, as if he had been drugged with excitement, he turned his head and scolded angrily: "Get out!"

Those people had no choice but to back out and close the door.

Xue Jin raised the corners of his lips, he relaxed his muscles and bones a little, his whole body was extremely relaxed, and the blood all over his body was boiling, and now he just wanted to give Luo Qian a good meal.

Luo Qian was beaten so badly that his chest hurt, a large lump was bruised at the corner of his mouth, and blood was oozing from between his teeth.He bared his teeth, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, "The claws are quite powerful."

Xue Jin twisted his wrist, and punched Luo Qian again.Luo Qian didn't bring a weapon, so hitting him was like hitting a sandbag, without any danger.He grinned and asked, "Is it comfortable for me to beat you?"

Luo Qian was in pain all over his body, he laughed sinisterly, and said, "Scorpion, is that what you are capable of?" His eyes were like those of a poisonous snake whose teeth have been pulled out.

"Of course it's more than that." Xue Jin grabbed a fragment of a mirror on the ground and stabbed at Luo Qian.

The corners of Luo Qian's mouth widened. He looked at Xue Jin's attacking hand, but he didn't dodge it. Instead, he stood motionless on the spot, but was thrown to the ground by Xue Jin.

Xue Jin stepped on the back of Luo Qian's head, then cut Luo Qian's clothes with the fragments in his hand, and then scratched the opponent's back with the sharp point of the fragments.

Luo Qian panted heavily, stared straight ahead, and said, "Come and get revenge on me, aren't you very angry?"

Xue Jin's hand holding the fragment was also scratched naturally, and the blood flowed down the palm. He smiled and said, "Then you have to feel it well." After speaking, he stabbed it down hard.

The bloodstains overlapped one after another, like an abstract painting.

Luo Qian was lying on the ground, his back was bloody and bloody, his whole body was boiling with energy and blood rushing to his head, his whole body was very hot, and his eyes were too wide as if they were about to protrude from their sockets.

Xue Jin spat aside, then dropped the sharp weapon in his hand, and wiped the blood from his palm on Luo Qian's clothes.He grabbed Luo Qian's hair, forced him to raise his head, and asked, "How is it?"

Luo Qian evoked a venomous smile, but he just smiled but didn't say a word.

The thick embroidered carpet was stained with a lot of blood, the color of the blood was overshadowed by the redness of the carpet, and there were not many traces of blood at all.

Xue Jin saw that the man on the ground had been beaten pretty much, so he kicked towards the door to go out.The people standing outside were severely reprimanded by Luo Qian before, so they would not open the door without authorization no matter what noise they heard.

Xue Jin leaned against the wall by the door and said, "Come in and drag your boss away, he is going to die."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened. A man glanced into the room, and then quickly called two people to carry Luo Qian away. He looked at Xue Jin who was smiling like a fox, and his eyes were as vicious as can be. It's like eating people, but it doesn't dare to do it at all.

Xue Jin also looked at him and said, "Go away."

The man was so angry that his chest rose and fell, he turned around and went out the door, and then slammed the door shut.

After Luo Qian's people left, Xue Jin was the only one left in the house.Xue Jin sat cross-legged on the ground, frowned and shook his hands, then licked the wound on his palm.

This Luo Qian is simply sick, and he is not seriously ill.Xue Jin sneered, lay down slowly, then yawned and closed his eyes.

Xue Jin originally thought that Luo Qian's injury would take a while to recover, but he didn't expect to see Luo Qian again when he opened his eyes the next day.

Luo Qian's face was still covered with injuries, and he pretended to be relaxed. He asked his men to move a sofa in, and then sat down to smoke a cigar generously.

Xue Jin sat on the ground, looking very at ease, he said: "Haven't you had enough punches?"

Luo Qian looked straight at him and said, "Just your fist? It's like scratching an itch. It tickles my heart. It's unbearable."

Xue Jin smiled, this man just wanted to be beaten.

The two of them couldn't sit still without saying a few words. Xue Jin raised his fist and hit Luo Qian again, hitting the flesh with all his punches.

After a while, Luo Qian was dragged out again, and the eyes of those under him looking at Xue Jin became a little unfathomable.

After coming here for a few days, even Xue Jin couldn't bear it anymore, his hands were a little sore, he stood by the window and looked at Luo Qian who was sitting on the sofa, and asked, "Come again?

Luo Qian grinned his white teeth: "I'm here to talk to you about serious matters today. Since we both have grudges against Yan Pei, why don't we deal with him together?"

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