I have already become a Titled Douluo, and I am just now coming to the system?

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This time, he acted decisively and ripped a long gash on Dai Mubai's thigh.

On the other hand, Dai Mubai's body first stiffened, and then continued to cramp like a dehydrated shrimp.

After doing all this, he looked at Qin Xiao again, "Your Majesty, what do you think this time?"

Qin Xiao said calmly, "Okay."

"it is good!"

The middle-aged man with a mustache was overjoyed and started cutting Dai Mubai's body with a dagger again and again.

Three knives, five knives, eight knives, ten knives...

After ten strikes, Dai Mubai's resistance was no longer as obvious as before.

The middle-aged man with a mustache was panicked and anxious.

"Mr. Dai, I'm begging you, please hold on."

Of course, while he was speaking, he did not forget to stab Dai Mubai twice on the inside of his thigh, causing Dai Mubai's face to twist in pain.

"Is there anyone who would beg you like this?"

"Who would stab someone twice when asking for help?"

"I ** you **"

Dai Mubai had already cursed the middle-aged man with the mustache for eighteen generations in his heart.

Fifty knives later.

The middle-aged man with a mustache found that Dai Mubai seemed to be unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

"Mr. Dai, wake up. You can't sleep."

"How can I live if you fall asleep like this?"

The middle-aged man with a mustache became even more panicked. He quickly took out a large amount of cold water from the space soul guide and splashed it on Dai Mubai's face.

Dai Mubai opened his eyes drowsily and saw the joyful face of the middle-aged man with a mustache.

The middle-aged man with a mustache said excitedly, "You're awake, Mr. Dai, you're finally awake. If anything happens to you, how will I live?"

Dai Mubai was speechless for a while.

He must have been gagged by vines, otherwise he would have asked, "Do you think I'm your dad? Why are you smiling so happily?"

however.

The middle-aged man with a mustache was not vague either. He rushed forward and stabbed Dai Mubai twice.

Dai Mubai: "(?_?)."

I'm really impressed by you, Old Six.

Is it not possible to faint to get rid of the pain?

Why did you wake me up for such a cruel thing?

Two hundred dollars.

Three hundred dollars.

...

It has to be said that the middle-aged man with the mustache is worthy of being a Soul Sage-level strongman, and he knows the structure of the human body very well.

Every knife strike avoided Dai Mubai's vital points. After three hundred strikes, Dai Mubai still did not stop breathing.

Qin Xiao and Zhu Zhuqing were standing not far away, watching this scene happen.

"Zhu Qing, do you think I'm cruel?"

Qin Xiao asked calmly.

"To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself. Zhu Qing will remember this."

Without hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing responded, "I just think it would be better if I were the one to do it."

There was no sympathy in her eyes when she looked at Dai Mubai, only coldness.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if Qin Xiao failed to arrive in time, how would Dai Mubai deal with himself?

For a woman, the torture she is about to endure can't be worse than being cut three thousand times, right?

After a long time.

The middle-aged man with a mustache has completed the sixth cut.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that Dai Mubai was already dying.

"Ah this..."

He panicked.

"thump."

His knees went weak and he knelt on the ground. "Mr. Dai, I beg you to be kind and not die. I have elderly parents and young children at home who are counting on me to take care of them. If you die, how can I live?"

"Even if you want to die, wait until I've chopped you three thousand times before you die."

He cried.

really cried.

"Fuck, I'm not only responsible for you, but also for your entire family."

"You're saying it as if the hundreds of cuts on my body weren't caused by you."

"And he was stabbed three thousand times. Qin Xiao is so audacious to say that, and you dare to do it. Don't you think twice about the feelings of me, the person involved?"

Dai Mubai felt nothing inside, he even wanted to laugh, and was complaining crazily in his mind.

Gradually, a cold feeling spread throughout his body.

It turned out that the hot blood in his body had been drained away.

Breathing gradually becomes weaker...

call...

Is it finally over?

Dai Mubai did not feel any dissatisfaction or unwillingness.

There is even a sense of relief in my heart.

He thought to himself, "Fuck you! This is a world of suffering. Whoever wants to suffer in the next life can come, but don't bother looking for me. I won't come even if you kill me."

Chapter 125 Hunting the Dark Demon Tiger

Dai Mubai is dead.

He died of more than 600 wounds of varying sizes on his body, and all his blood had been drained.

"Mr. Dai, Mr. Dai, why did you leave like this?"

"You're dead and that's the end of it. How can I live?"

The middle-aged man with a mustache knelt in front of Dai Mubai, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

She cried so sadly.

"Dai Mubai's life was not lived in vain. There is actually someone who is sad about his death."

Zhu Zhu said calmly.

After witnessing Dai Mubai's death, she felt no emotion at all.

"Girl, what you said is wrong."

"I'm not crying for Dai Mubai, I'm crying for myself."

The middle-aged man with a mustache knelt down before Qin Xiao again as he spoke. "Your Majesty, I have failed to recognize a great man. I beg you to spare my life."

Qin Xiao said coldly: "I gave you the opportunity, but you are useless."

"Your Majesty, this is really not my fault. Forget about three thousand swords. Who knew that Dai Mubai could only withstand six hundred swords and then give up?"

The middle-aged man with a mustache still refused to give up, "How about I put the remaining 2,400 dollars on me?"

As he said, he picked up the dagger and stabbed it on the thigh suddenly.

tear.

The sharp dagger instantly cut through his clothes, and the bright red blood had seeped through his clothes.

Uh ah...

The middle-aged man with a mustache grimaced in pain, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down.

"He's a ruthless man."

Qin Xiao nodded.

"Your Majesty, so you are willing to give me a chance."

The middle-aged man with a mustache was overjoyed.

"Do not."

Qin Xiao shook his head. "I'm going to give you a quick death. Zhuqing, do it!"

When his voice fell, Zhu Zhuqing appeared in front of the middle-aged man with mustache like a ghost.

The fingertips had already extended out with claws as sharp as knives, about to cut the neck of the middle-aged man with a mustache.

"Since you won't leave me any chance to survive, don't blame me for being defeated."

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man with a mustache, and he had already formed the idea of dying together with Zhu Zhuqing.

but.

He had just mobilized the soul power in his body, but before he could explode, a terrifying soul power pressure descended and pinned him to the ground, unable to move.

"Shh."

The next moment, the man with the mustache felt a chill on his neck and saw a headless corpse falling weakly to the ground.

"I..."

"died."

thump.

The head fell to the ground, and this was his last thought.

Neither Zhu Zhuqing nor Qin Xiao looked at them again.

"Your Majesty, Yiran and I were being hunted down before, and we had no choice but to split up. I wonder if you've discovered Yiran's whereabouts?"

"And Teacher Zhao, he saved me many times, but in the end he was also seriously injured and disappeared."

Zhu Zhuqing's brows were filled with worry.

however.

As Zhu Zhuqing's voice fell, a rustling sound suddenly came from the jungle.