As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain caused by inserting a high-speed electric drill bit into the finger is not comparable to that of bamboo sticks, iron needles, and nails. The Mahayana Buddha caught off guard, and a heart-wrenching pain made him jump up with a whistle, and his right hand tightly held his left index finger.

He Zhao is indeed a miracle doctor. He was so angry that he looked like he might want to do anything at any time. He was so excited that he was treated by the pain of the Great Treatment Method.

"Don't worry, there are nine more!"

Of course, he has to endure the suffering together. But the problem is that he has experienced a lot, and there is no big difference between inserting a drill bit and biting a mosquito.

"Buzz"

The broken and minced fingers were restored to their original state during breathing. Immediately afterwards, the high-speed electric drill on the right hand aimed at the rest of the fingers and inserted them.

Today, it is necessary to entertain Mahayana Buddhas and experience the enthusiasm from the enemy.

"Ao!" "Ao!" "Ao!"

He should not say anything, but went on with ten fingers one after another. He was like Parkinson's, his hands were trembling and whispering, and he was so lucky that some men who had mastered their ancestral skills to the point of being ashamed of themselves.

“Is it comfortable?”

Facing the questioning of a demon who was a human being, but in fact he was wearing human skin, the Mahayana Buddha showed a spirit of dying and never surrendering. He spat at the people not far away.

Unfortunately, I fell down halfway before I even reached the pile of tools.

"Interesting, if you do this, I'll be even more excited." The cruel man Zhao said that it was no different from a pervert, or it was the same as a pervert.

So he reached out to pick up the soldering iron, then bent his arms and raised them to his chest, stretched his fingers naturally, and his palms looked outward. The posture looked very similar to the usual people who met an acquaintance and greeted him.

"call--"

A large number of burning flames burst out from the palm of the palm, crazily hitting the soldering iron held in the other hand.

After a while, the soldering iron burned red. Even though it was far away, you could still feel the high temperature emitted from the iron.

This thing is common in various ancient spy war movies and TV dramas. The scene I often see is that the prisoner takes out the charcoal brazier and presses hard on the prisoner's chest and feet. Then a shrill howl sounds, which makes people feel creepy.

"Come on, I'll give you a chance to choose. Let's choose, puff--."

The mockery of the cruel man Zhao and the final [Puff--], the older and late-born baby really couldn't help it and vomited a mouthful of blood for the fourth time.

I have to say that he is really holding grudges, and having grudges is really revenge.

"No choice? Since that's the case, let's have an appetizer first." After the words came, he opened his mouth and stuffed the soldering iron into his mouth with a terrifying expression on everyone's face.

"Shit" -"

A large amount of white smoke came out of his mouth. The Buddha's son, who fell to the ground, was not as good as a chicken. He covered his mouth with both hands and a painful murmur came from his throat.

"Geeh"

"Cool!"

When the red soldering iron returned to its original state, the initiator pulled out the torture instrument from his mouth, and the mouth, tongue, and throat, which were burned by high temperature, recovered in an instant.

"Geeh"

On the other side, the Mahayana Buddha is still whispering in pain.

"How about it, swallowing a soldering iron, a unique skill!"

After hearing this, everyone rolled their eyes. If your recovery ability is not that strong, try the so-called unique skill?

The first person who shakes his head and refuses to do it is probably you boy.

Seeing that his boss was tortured to death, he couldn't help but possessed him. He stood up with a sudden sound, walked to He Zhao, glared fiercely, and then knelt down with a thud.

"If you offend me unintentionally, I hope you will have a lot of people and let us go. In the next life, you will definitely bring you a gang to repay your kindness."

To be honest, if I hadn't known what the possessive trick was, I would have been fooled by ordinary people.

"hehe."

I, He, someone, have never seen anyone. Let you wait for you to take revenge on me in the future, right?

He was very small-minded, otherwise he would have to travel to torture people over three hundred years.

From beginning to end, one principle must be implemented - when you have an absolute advantage, you must be crazy and be able to ride on your opponent's head, you must borrow paper.

"A series of nonsense."

He kicked the possession away with one foot, and he bent over and picked up the hacksaw.

"Do you know what the five punishments are? I personally made some improvements and experimented hard today. Let you, an older and late-born baby, taste the taste."

The first punishment is beheading!

His improvements are more bloody and brutal, such as "cutting" his head with a hacksaw.

The reflective hacksaw was crossed in front of the neck, holding the saw head and tail with both hands, and sawing its throat left and right, one after another. When operating the hacksaw, laughing while the saw was being gushed, accompanied by the sputtering blood, the whole person was so scary.

The guy was numb from seeing it, and he couldn't help but wonder who was the son of the goddess on both sides?

Especially the White Night Emperor, looking at the crazy behavior of humans not far away, he wondered if the Buddha's son who was lying on the ground was a fake.

After all, compared with the two, the latter is more in line with the character of the Witch's Son.

"Puchi!" "Puchi!"

"puff--"

The cruel man Zhao sawed his head out in a hurry, threw away the hacksaw, grabbed his hair with one hand, and handed it forward.

The sawed head was smiling with blood on his face.

Mahayana Buddha?

Put it there and sway it.

It hurts so much!

“The next one is the shop.”

Pu: It is pronounced as Pu (yuè), an ancient torture that cuts off your feet.

Of course, the tool is a hacksaw.

"Puchi!" "Puchi!"

After a moment, both legs were sawed off.

The Buddha's son's move was even more intense.

"Cut your hands, cut your ears."

It is easy to cut the ears, and you can see them off with a hacksaw.

But my hand was a little harder. After cutting off my left hand, I installed my head back with my right hand, and then recovered my left hand, and replaced it with the hand that I had just recovered, and started to saw it again and again.

"puff--"

"Comfortable."

Hu Ling: "."

At this moment, even as the second mother of Mahayana Buddha, he still doubted whether his son had someone thrown his bag away. The one next to him was actually a fake, and the one opposite was the real one.

The false Buddhist son: weak, pitiful, helpless, facing the fierce and cruel human, he acts like a little rabbit.

The real Buddhist son: cruel, cruel and unkind, vicious, vengeful, revengeful, inhuman, inhuman, harming the heavens, being crazy, and being unwilling tolerate the law, and being killed by the law, and being killed by the law of the heavens.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, the one with the surname He looks like it, as if the above words are all tailor-made for him.

"The last one, dig your eyes!"

After saying that, he reached out to pick up the electric drill and pulled the button.

"Buzzing--"

"Sizizi-"

He aimed at the eyeball and drilled without hesitation.

"ah!!"

The Mahayana Buddha suddenly slammed a big swing, then covered his eyes and did not move at all. It wasn't that he was a congenital miracle after all, how could he die so hasty?

It was just that under the successive torture, he broke through the threshold for His ability to endure pain, and his body naturally opened up a protective mechanism to make him unconscious.

"Don't rush to wake Him. I have a way to ensure that I can try it all."

After the words came, He Zhao pulled out the electric drill from his right eye, brought up a series of blood, and then aimed the drill bit at his intact left eye and inserted it hard!

"Buzzing--"

"Sizizi-"

As the blood splattered, the Mahayana Buddha woke up from the fainting and kowtowed wildly while covering his eyes.

"Geeh"

A painful howling sounded in his throat.

Everyone: "."

Your wake-up service is really special.
To be continued...