That road rope keeps brushing on the body of Xiao Yu, making Xiao Yu from top to bottom cut and bruised.
„If you kneel to beg for mercy, and scolded deeply is the son-of-bitch, I can consider to let you comfortably, if were not so, I will make you my pet, every day kept devastating you each night, to solve hate of my heart!” The god of death happily laughed crazily.
„You is a son-of-bitch!” Xiao Yu coldly spat one, scolded.
The voice of god of death, a moment later cloudy sad tunnel: „Since you propose a toast do not eat to be made to drink as a forfeit, that do not blame me! Groaning”
Puff puff!
56 ropes become just like the fine steel are common immediately, puff puff, pierced the body of Xiao Yu directly, made blood splash of Xiao Yu. And even rumbled together the rib of Xiao Yu, making Xiao Yu exude the sound of sad and shrill participation.