Chapter 280: Face Slap Type 5 (2)

The young man who was beaten kept his head down without saying a word, his teeth clenched, but there was no fear or panic in his drooping eyes, only calm and coldness.

The continuous sound of whipping spread throughout the basement. The two disciples outside lowered their heads and were about to "clean up" the two fat sheep that had just been delivered.

"That kid is so fateful, he hasn't died yet." A disciple said casually. This kind of situation happens here almost every day, but the boy named Huayao is the only one who can live in Ke Zangju. People who have lasted ten days in their hands, before that, not to mention ten days, even five days, few people can last. Basically, as long as they are here, they will die within three days. Even if he survived by luck, he will become a poisonous person who cannot see or speak, and will be soaked in the medicine vat.

"I took a look when I came here in the morning, and it won't last long." Another disciple said disapprovingly.

"I don't know how many days these two fat sheep can live, two days? Or three days... This kid looks very thin, but I didn't expect his body to be quite strong." The disciple said, cutting open with a knife After taking off Qiao Chu's clothes, under the tattered clothes, his strong chest was tight and smooth. After taking a second look, the disciple couldn't help reaching out and touching Qiao Chu's chest. He didn't notice it at all. After touching it, the fat sheep lying there seemed to tremble slightly.

Another disciple curled his lips and looked at the thin young man in front of him with a disinterested expression.

"I don't know about yours, but it's just this kid who can last for a long time, thank God."

As he said that, the disciple was about to cut Jun Wuxie's clothes, but he froze in mid-air before the knife fell to the end.

A slender little hand tightly clasped the wrist of the disciple's knife-holding hand, with such strength that it couldn't even move half a cent.

The disciple immediately froze in place, looking at the little hand clasping his wrist in disbelief!

That hand was clearly stretched out by the brat lying in front of him.

"Xiao Hei." Jun Wuxie, who was still "asleep" a second ago, suddenly opened those sharp eyes, and with her low voice, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the basement!

The two disciples, who had been leisurely at first, suddenly saw a huge black beast rushing out of the dark place in the basement, pushing them to the ground with lightning speed!

How could there be such a big black beast in the basement?

They didn't notice it at all!

The daggers held in the hands of the two had fallen to the ground. At this moment, the black beast held the necks with sharp claws from left to right. The sharp claws were facing their carotid arteries. If you do that, you can kill them!

It all happened so fast that they didn't have any time to react.

"If you dare to speak out, I will bite them to death." The cold and clear voice came to the ears of the two disciples, and their eyes widened in horror, looking at the source of the voice.

A petite figure sat up from the wooden board unhurriedly. The little boy who was clearly asleep was looking down at them with cold eyes.

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There are too many face slaps, I don’t even remember what type it is~