Chapter 4370 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy) Eye Strike
Then the black needles would make scratches when they pricked his eyes. He could clearly feel the pain, but there would be no wounds on his eyes. . Although the black mist before it turned into black needles was very thick, the black needles it turned into were thin and sparse. The pain caused by the black needle in his eyes was similar to the pain caused by the black mist before, like being scratched by sand.
This time when the black needle scratched his eyes, his eyes did not close as if they were controlled by the other party. If something scratched his eyes, he would subconsciously close his eyes, but at this moment, he couldn't close his eyes at all.
He could only keep his eyes open, just like when he saw those terrible scenes and wanted to close his eyes but couldn't.
In the pain of the black needle scratching his eyes, he could only look at the other person.
Although the black fog had turned into black needles at this time, and he had his eyes open, he still felt that his eyelids were very cold like last time. After a while, he felt that his eyelids were made of cold water again, because of the thought of During the black mist before, he felt that his eyelids were made of ink again. Although it was not the black mist that caused his eyes pain this time but the black needles, he still felt that his eyelids were already poisonous. Made of painful ink.
He was in great pain. This pain not only came from the pain in his eyes, but also from the unwanted feeling in his heart. Although there was no basis for it, it seemed difficult for him to think that his eyelids were not made of poisonous ink. .
After he cried out in pain again, the thumb and index finger of that big hand pinched his shoulders again. The previous time he felt more and more pain, but this time, when the thumb and index finger of the big hand pinched his shoulders, he heard the sound of bones breaking, which was more painful than the previous time.
"Ah - spare me! Spare me!" He begged in pain.
The huge man did not let go of his hand. The two eyebrows in the middle were like crushed cotton balls and the head said to him: "Spare you? Haha! What a joke! You look at my eyebrows."
He said: "Let me see! Let me see! Can you... spare... spare me?"
"If you look at my eyebrows, am I going to spare you?" The head, whose eyebrows looked like crushed cotton balls, laughed.
"Then how can you... spare me? Just say it and I'll do it!" He continued to plead.
"Have there been any people in the blue armor who asked you to let go?" asked the head whose eyebrows were like crushed cotton balls. "Yes." He replied.
"Have you ever spared someone who begged you for mercy?" asked the head whose eyebrows were like crushed cotton balls.
"No...it's different," he said.
"We've already reached this point, and yet you still don't answer my questions honestly, and you still dare to quibble!" The man's eyebrows were like crushed cotton balls, "It seems that I won't be relieved until I get a more ruthless hand!"
"I...I answered..." he said, "I have not spared it, but I also have...difficulties..."
"You still say you have difficulties?" said the man whose eyebrows were like crushed cotton balls, "Okay, since you still dare to say that, then..."
"No... no reason... I have no reason!" He said quickly.
"What do you see in my eyebrows?" The head, whose eyebrows looked like crushed cotton balls, asked him.
"Shadow." He replied quickly.
(End of chapter)