Immortal World Supplier

"Oh...look at your hands, how white they are, just like your face, tsk tsk tsk...it makes me a little jealous, or...will you change your face? Don't worry, I'm very gentle, I There will be a flame that will scorch your face first, burn all the fat inside, and then only need to open an opening, and it will fall off naturally."

"Well, I think this is very good, um... let's smash your ten fingers first, oh yes, all these flying flesh and blood must be burned, otherwise... if you collect them and connect them again What should I do...then it's no fun at all!"

"Hey...you seem very excited...very excited? Are you very satisfied with my masterpiece? Don't worry, take your time, there are only five fingers...you can continue..."

"Boom boom boom... boom boom boom..."

"Ah... Crazy... Crazy... I give up! I give up! Referee! I give up! I want to give up!"

I don't know if it's because the power of faith is too strong, or the seal that Fang Qi cast casually is not so strong, but it makes Wan Xinghai's closed mouth open again!

He let out a Hesterian growl, and at the same time as he said those words, Fang Qi just smashed his eighth finger.

A few clusters of dark white fireworks burned in the air, and the surrounding flesh and blood were attracted little by little, and then burned into ashes.

"It's a pity, aren't you unwilling to admit defeat? I haven't played enough yet! Your ability to bear... is too bad, right?"

Fang Qi showed a look of regret on his face, swung the small hammer in his hand, stared at the two remaining fingers on Wan Xinghai's left hand, and looked a little excited.

Wan Xinghai trembled, Made, what kind of lunatic is this! What kind of hobbies do you have! Although Wan Xinghai was in unbearable pain, he subconsciously retracted his hands into his arms.

His bloody hands were full of wounds, and when they touched the clothes on his body, Wan Xinghai let out a roar, and tears flowed down smoothly.

He swears that this is the most terrifying enemy he has ever encountered...

Ever since I was a child, I have never suffered such humiliation and injury even if I was fighting against demons.

Wan Xinghai stared at his bare hands, his eyes froze...

"The competition is over, this Mr. Fang Qi has won."

"According to the regulations, please Mr. Wan Xinghai take off this gold-plated snow robe on your body, it will become Mr. Fang Qi's trophy!"

"In addition, according to the value of the loot, one percent of the site fee needs to be extracted, which is 100 million spirit stones, and the loser also needs to pay for this 100 million spirit stones."

Tu Hao, the owner of the Shahai Arena, walked up with a swaying fat body. He first glanced at Wan Xinghai, what a miserable man... Taijil is miserable...

Then he glanced at Fang Qi again, remembering this devil's face carefully, and swore that he would never provoke him in the future...

horrible! When he was listening to Fang Qi's threats just now, the fat on Tu Hao's body never stopped shaking.

It's not enough to say that I peed in fright, but I was really shocked.

He Tu Hao has been the arena owner for so many years, what bloody scene has he not seen?

But like this... unscrupulous destruction of human nature... still makes him feel suffocated.

"He hurt me! He destroyed all eight of my fingers! He burned my flesh and blood! He wants to kill me, you should impose sanctions on him!"