Chapter 1170

Mu Yichen sneers scornfully, and the curve of sneering outlined by the corner of his lips seems to be Satire: "are you just using this method? It's not enough. "

In his smile, there was a little contempt, more arrogance.

Looking at them, they seemed to be looking at some bedbugs struggling in the gutters.

The man was angry and slapped again. "Boy, are you very hard!? It seems that you haven't had enough of the pain yet? Don't cry without the coffin! "

A slap on the face, at present, Xiaoyi Chen's face is swollen.

A blood cut in the corner of the lip.

Strands of blood were spilled from the corners of the lips.

Moyichen coldly stretched out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked the blood on the corner of his lips, but he disdained to brush his lips.

All of a sudden, with the strength of his arms, he raised his foot and kicked the man in the face.

Caught off guard, the man was kicked to the ground.

Unfortunately, Mu Yichen's physical strength is nearly overdrawn, and he has suffered a lot of injuries. He has not much strength left. Otherwise, the kicked man cannot dislocate his chin.

People looked at each other, some incredible.

This boy, how can bones be so hard?

To this point, still want to resist?

Character is quite unyielding.

Even if the body is intact, a scar, but still do not give up a chance to resist!

At first, they want to take some pictures of the boy's scared faces. It's better to cry and make people sad!

However, they exhausted their means, and he did not shed a tear or beg for mercy.

Let alone the expression of fragile fear.

Not at all.

Bones are hard!

The man got up from the ground, "bah", spit out several broken teeth, and ordered: "so dishonest, tie his legs! A few more whips! "

"Big brother, can't you fight again? Go on fighting again, this kid must die! "

The man doesn't think so: "what are you afraid of!? Didn't you see that? This kid still has the strength to kick me. How can he look like he's dying? Bones are so hard, how can we say die? Give him a lesson with a few whips! "

"No matter how hard the bone is, it's just a child. If it's all like this, don't torture him anymore. Leave him a breath! I didn't say that if I killed him, we would have to follow him? It's still useful to keep this boy! "

The shouting man just stopped talking.

He looks at mu Yiche, and then he laughs.

"Or, boy, if you call some nice ones or beg for mercy, we'll let you go and stop beating you!"

Mu Yichen glanced coldly at them once, and made a cold nasal sound: "hum."

Ignore them.

Want him to beg for mercy?

Buy a pillow and dream fast!

To make him give in to this mob is worse than to make him die.

He was not afraid of death, but even in a state of embarrassment and dignity, he could not tolerate any stain.

"This kid, he looks delicate and tender. Unexpectedly, he's still tough? Ha ha! " The man reached for his face and couldn't help pinching it.

However, Mu Yichen suddenly turned his head, then opened his mouth and grabbed his hand.

"Ah --"

the man screamed like a pig, and Mu Yichen bit so hard that his whole body was shaking.

"Let go! Let go! "

A few of his men kicked and beat Mu Yichen.

However, Mu Yichen just bit his dead mouth, not loose.

The man screamed loudly and stabbed people's eardrum: "ah, my hand! My hand, get rid of him, my hand... "