Urban Supreme Son-in-law

Jiang Shengling quickly took out a silver needle from his waist and pierced it directly at the acupuncture point on his neck, thereby first blocking his toxin from spreading to his brain. If his brain dies, it must be saved by Da Luo Jinxian. Not coming back.

Then it started again, and continued to use the silver needle to forcibly seal his blood, so that his blood flow began to slow down, so that the toxins did not invade his body so quickly.

In the end, Jiang Shengling directly began to input an internal force, regardless of whether these internal forces would harm the assassin's organs, in short, directly sealed his stomach and esophagus with an internal force.

These pills have just fallen off, even if they need to be digested, they are not so fast, and a large part of the poison is still in solid form, and it won't be absorbed by him if it doesn't melt into the blood.

After sealing all those medicines, Jiang Shengling began to use silver needles and internal force to force him to release adrenal hormones. After Jiang Shengling's manipulation, this person's body really thought he was about to die, and then began to show signs of rebirth, unexpectedly. Woke up slowly.

His face was just distorted and a little white, and now it turned out to be a little ruddy, and then slowly opened his eyes,?? But Jiang Shengling knew that this state would not last long, and he would still die soon. So if you want to ask anything, you can only take advantage of it now.

The seventh brother of the killer opened his eyes inexplicably, and felt quite strange after getting up, and then saw Jiang Shengling, he was like a ghost on the spot.

"What's wrong, do you think you are dead? Don't worry, I don't want you to die, and the king can't take you away."

Jiang Shengling smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked at him with a playful look.

People who have experienced death once are often afraid of the second death. This kid allowed himself to chase such a long distance. Of course, Jiang Shengling couldn’t let him die so easily. He drew a flying knife from his waist and decided Have fun.

The assassin took a lot of medicine, and of course some toxins have penetrated into the body. Under the effect of those toxins, he now has no strength all over his body. Apart from shaking gently, there is no way to resist or even escape. .

"Resurrection from the dead, this is something that so many people have dreamed of, now I am so excited that I can't speak."

Jiang Shengling continued mockingly.

"You, what are you..."

The Seventh Brother Killer really couldn't say anything. He glanced at the pot of medicine he took. It was indeed a bottle of medicine for epilepsy, but it contained a large dose of poison, and he ate it directly like he did. Several of them went in, it can be said that they are more than dead, but this person can still be rescued by this person, this is not really a ghost.

"I know you want to die, don't worry, I will send you away in another way."

Jiang Shengling smiled at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time tapped a few points on his body, which completely blocked all his motor nerves.

But this just blocked his actions, and there was still a strong feeling in him. Jiang Shengling took the knife in his hand, starting from his belly, cutting the man’s body piece by piece. Meat.

"In ancient times, it was called Ling Chi's execution. Just enjoy it."

"This, this, this..."

The Seventh Brother Killer really couldn't say anything. He wanted to escape now, but he had no strength at all. He wanted to seek death. He didn't even have the strength to pick up a knife, so there was no chance of committing suicide.

Jiang Shengling's blade was cut on his flesh at once. Jiang Shengling lifted the knife and dropped, and soon he had cut almost ten pieces of flesh. His entire stomach was dripping with blood and blood was blurred, and he looked terrifying.

Originally, his body was quite weak now. When he was stimulated by such pain, he fainted on the spot, as if he was about to die again.

Jiang Shengling put a hand on his chest, and once again injected his own internal force with the silver needle, enlarged his body to release the adrenaline, and then slapped his face heavily.

With a "pop", the seventh brother of the killer was woken up by Jiang Shengling again.

"Look at you, how careless, you almost died again, do you know."

Jiang Shengling smiled slantingly at the corner of his mouth. After waking up, Brother Seventh Killer looked at his body. He is still feeling full of pain now, and blood is still bleeding on his stomach.

"You have to bear it with me. Your body is pretty good. You won't die for a while. I won't let you die. You have to live for me today."

Jiang Shengling continued.

"Don't don't, brother, just let me go, I'm really too painful, can you let me die, okay? You just let me die!"

Assassin No. 7 was already completely scared. From the first day he entered the industry, he had expected that there would be such a day. After all, he fell into the opponent's hands. It was inevitable that he would experience torture, but he would still die in the end.

He simply prepared the medicine and put it on his body. If it was really unsuccessful, he would just take the medicine directly, so that he would die, but he would not suffer torture.

Who would have thought that even if it was the medicine he took, he would still be alive. No one would not be afraid of death. The same is true of Brother Seven. He died twice inexplicably, and he was completely afraid.

At first, he just injected these medicines with courage, but now he is tortured like this by Jiang Shengling. He just wants to give himself a pleasure now.

"Who made you come here."

Jiang Shengling said to him.

"Yes, it's Boss Bai, Changlin Bai, and Brother Changlin asked me to come."

The seventh brother of the killer was afraid that Jiang Shengling would cut himself with a knife, so he also quickly continued.

He is not a greedy person who is afraid of death, but at this moment, he is really longing for a happy death, and he really doesn't want to suffer such torture anymore.

"Bai Changlin?"

Jiang Shengling frowned. He didn't expect it to be related to this person. To be honest, he was not very familiar with this person called Bai Changlin, and he didn't hear many names. As for the meeting, it was only once.

And that time of course also broke up unhappily. Jiang Shengling refused Bai Changlin's request. After that, he did not meet this person again, and there was almost no intersection.

Compared with his father, Bai Heran, he was a bit more fought against. Before he asked himself to do things for them, but Jiang Shengling's refusal was also very reasonable, and coupled with the handle in his hand, Bai Heran had no reason to jump over the wall and look for him. Own.

Even if they have opinions on themselves, but they still want to help him, how dare to do anything out of the ordinary.