"Pa!" The Bamboo Blade landed heavily on Jiaming's body.
On the other side, a rustling sound was heard, and he struggled with all his might on the chair.
"Haha, our Jiaming sure can hold on. He can even hold back from making a sound." Cao Dongfeng smugly carried the Bamboo Blade on his shoulder. "But Sister Huaisha, why are you screaming?
Jiaming didn't scream, so it's obvious that he doesn't feel pain. "
With a smile on his face, he waved the Bamboo Blade even harder and slammed it on Jiaming's body. "You don't feel pain!
You don't feel pain!
You don't feel pain!
I knew I was going easy on you!
Very easy on you! "
While he was fiercely hitting, the Japanese old man next to him waved the Bamboo Blade. A crisp sound came from the Japanese girl named Kaoru Tsukiike.
However, other than the sound of the Bamboo Blade hitting, everything else seemed very quiet. Kaoru Tsukiike sat there as if she had lost her soul. She hit, tilted, and then sat upright. On the other side, Jiaming who was tied to the pillar did not make a sound. He gritted his teeth and endured.
After a while, Jiaming noticed that Kaoru Tsukiike's cold gaze shifted to him for a moment. He thought it was strange that he could endure so much. He could not help but laugh in his heart.
If he really wanted to endure, of course, it was not impossible for him to be completely unresponsive like her. However, he was now acting as a child. It was enough to just barely exceed his limit. He still had to make an expression of gritting his teeth.
However, Shasha, who was tied to the chair, saw Jia Ming being beaten again and again, as if she was being beaten again and again. She struggled even more fiercely and screamed "wuwuwu" fiercely. The four legs of the chair also jumped on the ground as she struggled, making "peng peng peng" sounds. Finally, the chair fell to the ground together with Shasha. The girl kept her kneeling position and raised her head. Her eyes were wide open and tears had already flowed down. It was unknown whether it was because her forehead hurt from the fall just now or because her heart ached for Jia Ming.
Hearing the sound of Shasha falling to the ground, Cao Dongfeng finally stopped panting. He looked at Jiaming with surprise. "I didn't expect you to be able to endure … Is it because you're always beaten by ninjas, so you're immune?"
He joked and looked back at Shasha who was on the ground. "However, your girlfriend directly knelt down. Cousin Huaisha, what does she want? She wants to beg for mercy.
Come, come, help her open her mouth and listen to what she has to say. "
One of his men took out the ball of cloth in Shasha's mouth. She said, "Cao Dongfeng, come at me if you have anything to say!
Fight me one-on-one if you dare! "
"One-on-one?"
Cao Dongfeng raised his eyebrows. "How can I do that? I can't beat you. This sentence doesn't sound good at all."
As he spoke, he turned around and hit Jiaming again.
When you used all your strength to hit someone, you were hit like a block of wood without any reaction. It was absolutely depressing.
Just like when a singer sang and no one applauded, or when a crosstalk actor performed and no one laughed. However, at this time, although Jiaming was silent, Shasha was scolding him from behind. Cao Dongfeng also became more energetic.
"Cao Dongfeng, you bastard …"
"You're not a man, you're a coward …"
"You don't even dare to fight a woman one-on-one. If you want to hit me, hit me …"
The scolding gradually turned into crying and begging for mercy …
"Don't hit him anymore …"
"I beg you, don't hit him anymore. You'll kill him …"
"Ah —"
Looking at Shasha's usually stubborn and strong face covered with tears and crying at the top of her lungs, Jiaming sighed in his heart.
If it was an ordinary child, they would have been unable to withstand such torture. However, Cao Dongfeng didn't seem to want to kill him directly. Therefore, he didn't hit any vital parts. If he hit him now, as long as he grasped the right timing, there shouldn't be too much of a problem. However, should he hit her in front of her?
How should he explain it later?
He sighed in his heart and felt a slight headache.
At this moment, the torture had been going on for more than an hour. Shasha's throat was hoarse from crying. She knelt on the ground with the chair on her back. Her tied knees could only move forward in small steps, dragging a one-meter long crawl mark on the ground. This scene, the onlookers just treated it as a show and didn't pay attention to it.
Cao Dongfeng raised his bamboo blade. With a bang, the old Japanese man next to him blocked his bamboo blade. He frowned and said something.
The Japanese translator beside him said, "Brother Feng, Mr. Mochi said that he can't watch anymore. The so-called torture is to make the other party suffer the most. If the other party is injured too early, it will only reduce the other party's time of pain. He wants you to watch how he is going to beat them."
Cao Dongfeng's eyes lit up. He then respectfully said, "Master, please advise me." He knew that the Japanese man was quite powerful. At this moment, he quickly used the Snake Beating Staff.
Old Yuchi waved the bamboo blade in his hand. Suddenly, Jiaming's arm was filled with a bone-deep pain.
Old Yuchi used Japanese to slowly explain the method of exerting force. He explained how to stop, how to steady the wrist, how to lift something heavy as if it was light. Cao Dongfeng nodded and bowed as he listened.
After a long time, the old man suddenly looked at the sky and said in Japanese, "Time's up."
He walked back to Kaoru Tsukiike's side and said, "Three days have passed. If you still don't speak, don't blame me for embarrassing you!"
The old man walked back. Cao Dongfeng's face was filled with excitement as he wanted to apply what he had learned. At this moment, Shasha moved forward again. She cried in a low voice, "Don't, don't hit …" This cry increased Cao Dongfeng's excitement. He blew a few breaths on his hands. He looked back at Shasha complacently. Then he shouted, "Ah!" and waved the bamboo blade.
"Pa-"
This sound was louder than any of the previous swings. Jiaming's small body shook and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, his head drooped down.
Cao Dongfeng excitedly checked, "Haha, he fainted, he fainted …"
Shasha instantly froze on the ground. Her eyes were filled with emptiness. Then, she cried in a low voice, "Jiaming, Jiaming …" Her knees moved at an even faster speed.
Cao Dongfeng turned his head and was about to ask someone to bring water to sober Jiaming. Suddenly, he was stopped by the old Japanese man, "Mr. Yuchi said that you should take off that Japanese girl's clothes here and then do her …" The translator smiled obscenely.
"Here, with everyone watching?"
Cao Dongfeng was slightly stunned. Cao Jinghao, who had been watching from the side, shouted, "Whatever Mr. Yuchi told you to do, you do it!
Why are you talking so much!? "
"Oh."
Cao Dongfeng rubbed his hands together. Although he felt that this was a little absurd, he didn't care. This girl was too beautiful, not inferior to Ling Jing. However, this was a woman brought by Master Yuechi, so he tried his best to cut off all thoughts of this woman. At this time, even if there were people watching, at least they would be acquaintances, so it wouldn't be a loss.
Thinking like this, he walked to the front of the girl and looked at Mr. Yuchi. After getting an affirmative answer, he stretched out his hands. However, just as he was about to touch the collar of the kimono, a white light suddenly lit up in front of him!
"Pa-" Kaoru Tsukiike retracted her left hand. Cao Dongfeng was frightened by this unforeseen event. He took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.
Seeing a few drops of blood dripping from the left sleeve of Kaoru Tsukiike's wide robe, he knew that this little girl who looked like a porcelain doll had made a move. Just now, if Mr. Yuchi hadn't hit her, his neck would have been slit.
What was it … Since Mr. Yuchi wanted to hit her, he definitely wouldn't allow her to carry any weapons on her. Then … it must be her nails.
With this thought in mind, Mr. Yuchi patted him on the back with his bamboo blade and urged him to go up immediately. The interpreter said, "Mr. Yuchi wants you to rest assured. He will help you watch from the side."
"Haha, then I'm relieved."
This time, Cao Dongfeng walked over and was about to make a move when he saw Kaoru Tsukiike suddenly jump up and run to the side. The old man beside her moved, and with another "pa-", the girl fell to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings. Her wide kimono spread out, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. However, her calves that were exposed under the kimono were full of shocking wounds.
The old man made him wear a bright red dress and beat him up every day. On the surface, it looked beautiful and alluring, but under the kimono, the girl's body was probably covered in wounds.
Cao Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to the girl on the ground. At that moment, the girl's body moved again, and her right hand stabbed out. Cao Dongfeng retreated, and then met it with his bamboo blade. Another vicious strike. This time, Cao Dongfeng could see that under her sleeves, her slender fingers were blood-red and trembling slightly.
He subconsciously looked at the old man beside him, took a deep breath, and bent down again.
At this time, Shasha slowly moved to a place less than a meter away from Jiaming. As she moved, she looked at the unconscious boy. Her heart was in pain … Never had it been so painful … Why …
Suddenly, she saw Jiaming raise his head, and then open his eyes.
Before she could scream, she suddenly froze. Because at this moment, Jiaming's eyes were filled with a blank look like a dead person, and then, it turned into a blood-red color.
"Jiaming …"
The voice in her throat turned into an unknown fear and blankness.
On the other side, Cao Dongfeng grabbed Kaoru Tsukiike's kimono collar and slowly pulled it open, revealing a shocking wound from the inside.
That shocking scene came into view, and suddenly there were exclamations from the surroundings. Beside him, the Japanese old man shook his hand, and the outer shell of his bamboo blade directly shattered. Then, a cold light pierced out, but this time, he didn't make it in time.
Cao Dongfeng was lifted up.
His collar was tightly grasped, and he could only feel a sharp thorn pressing against his back. In front of him, the old man's katana stopped in front of him, and the sharp edge of the blade was almost touching his throat.
"Don't move –"
"Let go!"
"Jiaming …"
Among all kinds of voices, the Japanese girl lying on the ground quietly raised her head and looked at the boy standing beside her. The dagger in his hand was tightly pressed against Cao Dongfeng's back, and blood was slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth. Under his clothes, was he also covered in cuts and bruises like her …
Then, she saw the boy smile.
"Old man … You're not big enough …"