"Ah! Give me down!" Fear made Pang Xiang feel ruthless.

Desperately clinging to the bomb in his hand, even this power has caused a severe pain in the palm of his hand.

But compared to the fear of being blown away by hands, Pang Xiangning could endure such pain.

Tear...

It was clearly visible that the corner of the bomb was slightly warped.

Underneath, there is **** flesh and blood, and there is gushing blood!

Pang Xiang made a scream, trembling and shaking.

But after seeing a countdown of only a dozen seconds, he did not dare to pause, and with a violent effort, he tore the bomb off the belt and threw it away.

On his hands, including his fingers, a large piece of skin was implicated in this rude behavior.

Bloody piece!

In the distance, the bomb slammed and exploded.

The sound scared Pang Xiang to a sudden cardiac arrest, and then thumped with a super fast bang.

After a while, a strong sense of fear came up!

"Oh, don't be too happy. I have more than one bomb here."

Just then, the voice that made Pang Xiang cold all over again rang.

He quickly turned his head and looked, his pupils shrunk.

I saw the death judge's hand holding seven or eight bombs the same as before, and looked at him with bad intentions.

"Don't come over, don't!" Pang Xiang couldn't care about the hand that was still bleeding, and stumbled towards the distance.

He didn't want to suffer this second time.

That's tough, tear off your skin!

"Want to run?" Ye Chen sneered, smearing glue on a bomb.

He appeared next to Pang Xiang and posted it on his arm.

Then, began to smear the second one.

Pang Xiang shouted in collapse, pulling the bomb on his arm like crazy.

Another large piece of skin was torn off.

His body was trembling and trembling with pain, and a lot of sweat was constantly appearing on his forehead, and his face was very pale.

But without waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt that he had more on his other hand.

Pang Xiang's heart sank, crying sad and desperate, but he had to continue to buckle the bomb.

And he was afraid that the bomb would explode when he slowed down, which was completely messy.

In the live broadcast room, a large chunk of goose bumps appeared on the audience.

Every time Pang Xiang tears off a piece of flesh, they will feel something in the corresponding place on their body. It's as if it's my own flesh.

Under the psychological effect, goose bumps came out one by one.

At the same time, the cold in my heart, the magistrate asked the scumbag to strip his own skin?

"Don't post any more, woo woo, blood is running out." Pang Xiang was completely collapsed by this continuous and continuous attack.

He didn't even have time to scream, just tore off a bomb, and before he was born howling, another bomb was posted next to it.

Can only hurry to continue to buckle and tear.

In just two or three minutes, at least 10% of his skin was gone.

Blood kept dripping down.

Pang Xiang already felt that he was dizzy in front of his eyes, and the afterimages appeared when he saw things.

And the speed of tearing bombs has become slower.

This discovery scared him.

If he had no time to tear the bomb off before it exploded, it would be over.

At this time, Ye Chen also started to play with the trick bomb.

He first put the bomb on the back of Pang Xiang's hand, then continued to apply glue on the surface of the bomb, and then forcibly pressed the back of Pang Xiang's other hand on it.

At this time, Pang Xiang's two hands were firmly stuck together with the back of the hand against the back of the hand, with a bomb in the middle.

"No!" He tore his hands to the sides, but found that the effect was very limited, because he was not used to exerting force in this posture.

Often one hand exerts force, and the other hand will follow the deviation.

"No, no, no! Get it for me, get it for me!" Pang Xiang's eyes were red, and his expression was very crazy.

He slammed towards Ye Chen.

"To die together!"

Actually, I wanted to drag Ye Chen together when the explosion happened.

But for such behavior, Ye Chen didn't even flash, let Pang Xiang put the hand with the bomb on his body.

boom!

The bomb exploded, Pang Xiang was blown backwards, and his hands were already miserable.

The fingers and palms were blown up, leaving only the bones on the wrist exposed to the air.

He made a scream of sorrow.

But he did not forget to look at Ye Chen, wanting to see if the death judge had been hurt.

However, even on the clothes, there was no trace, even if his hand was blown off and there was no drop of blood!

"How could this be!" Pang Xiang's eyes showed madness, he was not reconciled!

"Don't say it is such a bomb, even if it is a super weapon, it is completely ineffective for me." Ye Chen said slowly.

At the moment of the explosion, he used the vector control ability to change all the forces directed at him.

Pang Xiang knelt and fell to the ground, looking at his bare wrist, filled with despair.

After a little shaking, the person fell to the side.

It's a coma.

"Master, Mother Liang Yin has been waiting for a long time in the residence of Modu. Do you need me to open the portal to take her to the home of Jingcheng?" Xiao Shu suddenly said in Ye Chen's mind.

"Well, okay, by the way, tell her that I am on trial and I will go back later."

In response, Ye Chen took out a bottle of recovery medicine from the system space.

As for how Xiaoshu told Liang Yin... Of course it was a death notice.

Anyway, this thing does not have to be used to write crimes.

The recovery agent was dumped on Pang Xiang.

Soon, his injuries began to recover, and even the blown hands grew back.

He awakened from the coma, not only was he not happy, but more frightened when he saw his situation.

The most terrible thing to be judged by a death judge is that you can't survive, not death!

Now, this seems to have happened to him! ..

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