He knew very well that it must be very difficult for him to survive.

"You're ready until Shen Fangze walked over and said.

At the same time, he took out his cigarette and lit it.

I don't know when it started, nicotine can stimulate his brain thinking.

It could also be an illusion.

But he likes the smell of tobacco.

Borg continued silent.

"it is good."

Fang Ze nodded, took a puff of the cigarette and said, "Why don't we talk about the Angel of the Night?"

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"Ok"

These four words made Borg slowly raise his head, frowning and said: "You know the Evernight Angel"

Fang Ze chuckled: "Of course."

Borg was silent for a while, then said, "There's nothing to talk about."

He is not surprised.

With the identity and ability of the other party, it is not difficult to find out this point.

Fang Ze's eyes moved slightly, and he leaned closer and said, "My patience is running out, understand?"

Borg lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing that Borg was as hard as a rock, Fang Ze finally got a little angry.

He straightened up, threw away the cigarette and said coldly: "Hold him."

Hearing this, Wang Qiang stepped forward and grabbed Borg's shoulder.

Borg's face changed slightly, and he said angrily, "The one with the surname Fang!"

"What do you want to do!"

"what!"

Fang Ze didn't speak, turned around and came to the table, and opened the box.

There are many medical tools inside.

He glanced at it and picked up the smallest scalpel.

Slowly coming to Borg, Fang Ze said: "Let's play a few games."

"Let's start with Ling Chi first."

"Then pinning, and finally peeling."

"How about it"

"To be honest, I really want to try these ancient tortures."

"Aren't you stubborn? Let me see how long you can last."

"Don't die too fast, that would be boring."

As he spoke, he raised the scalpel in his hand.

very sharp.

The blade was shining coldly under the sunlight.

"you"

Seeing that Fang Ze was really about to make a move, Borg struggled a bit.

But Wang Qiang's hands were like pliers, firmly fixed him on the chair, and he couldn't move at all.

Fang Ze chuckled: "You're useless anyway, so just be a good test subject."

While speaking, Fang Ze stretched out his hand to catch Berger's eyelids.

"Don't move around, if the cut is wrong, you will be blind."

"Generally Ling Chi starts from the chest first, I don't like it."

"I think we should start with the eyelids."

Fang Ze's left hand gently pinched the eyelid of Berger's right eye.

"Don't let him move."

Wang Qiang didn't say anything, and strictly followed Fang Ze's words.

Arm, clutching Berg's neck.

Fang Ze raised his hand, and the scalpel slowly approached Borg's eyelids.

As long as he strokes lightly, a piece of meat will fall off.

At this moment, Borg's pupils began to be bloodshot.

Even, the color of fear began to flash.

"You are a devil!!"

Borg shouted angrily.

Fang Ze didn't care, the sharp edge of the knife had already touched Borg's skin.

"let's start."

he smiled.

The cold touch made Borg's body tremble.

He was devastated.