Chapter 648

"Ah, ah! Come down to me Fear made Pang Xiang's heart grow fierce.

Desperately buckle the bomb on the hand, even if this force, already let the palm have a sharp pain.

But Pang Xiangning could endure such pain than the fear of his hand being blown up.

Tear and pull

Clearly visible, one corner of the bomb tilted slightly.

And below, is the blood red flesh, also has gushed out the blood!

Pang Xiang uttered a scream, trembling all over.

But when he saw the countdown of only ten seconds, he did not dare to stop. With a strong force, he tore off the bomb and threw it into the distance.

A large piece of flesh on the hand, including the fingers, was implicated in this rude behavior.

Bloody!

In the distance, the bomb went off with a bang.

The sound scared Pang Xiang to cardiac arrest, then thump Bang ultra fast beat up.

A strong sense of fear came up!

"Ha ha, don't be too early. I have more than one bomb here."

At this time, Pang Xiang's voice, which made Pang Xiang cold all over, rang again.

He quickly turned his head to look, the pupil is a contraction.

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

"Don't come here, don't!" Pang Xiang couldn't pay attention to his bleeding hand and ran to the distance.

He didn't want to suffer the pain again.

That's tough. Tear your skin off!

"Want to run?" Ye Chen sneers and smears glue on a bomb.

Then he appeared beside Pang Xiang and stuck it on his arm.

Then, you start the second one.

Pang Xiang broke down and screamed. He snapped the bomb on his arm like crazy.

Another large piece of flesh was torn off.

His whole body trembled and trembled with pain, and a lot of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was very pale.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt that there was something more in his other hand.

Pang Xiang's heart sank, and he was so sad and desperate that he had to continue to buckle the bomb.

And I was afraid that the bomb would explode when I was slow. I was in a hurry.

In the studio, the audience got a lot of goose bumps.

Every time Pang Xiang tore off a piece of flesh, they would feel the corresponding place on their bodies. It's like tearing off your own skin.

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

At the same time, in the heart of cold, judge boss, this is to that scum, their own skin stripped?

"Don't stick it any more. It's going to run out of blood." Pang Xiang was completely destroyed by this continuous attack.

He didn't even have time to scream. He just tore off a bomb. Before he was born, another bomb was put up next to him.

Can only hurry to continue to buckle, to tear.

In just two or three minutes, he had lost at least 10 percent of his skin.

The blood kept dropping down.

Pang Xiang already felt that he was a little dizzy, and there was a shadow in front of him.

And the speed of tearing bombs has slowed down.

He was terrified by the discovery.

If he doesn't have time to tear the bomb off before it goes off, it's over.

At this time, ye Chen also began to play with the pattern paste bomb.

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

Under this, Pang Xiang's two hands, with the back of the hand close to the back of the hand, firmly stuck together, with a bomb in the middle.

"No!" He tried to tear both hands to both sides, but found that the effect was very limited, because he was not used to using this posture to exert force.

Often one hand with strength, the other hand will follow the deviation.

"No, no, no! Get it for me, get it for me! " Pang Xiang's eyes were red with blood, and his expression became extremely crazy.

He bumped into yechen.

"Die with me!"

Actually, I want to bear with Ye Chen when the explosion happened.

But for such behavior, ye Chen did not even flash, allowing Pang Xiang to stick his bomb hand on his body.

Boom!

The bomb exploded, Pang Xiang was blown backward, hands are already a miserable.

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

He uttered a shrill cry.

But don't forget to look at Ye Chen, want to see if the death judge has been hurt.But even if it is clothes, there is no trace, even if his hand is blown out of the blood splashed out also did not drop!

"How can it be!" Pangxiang is crazy in his eyes. He is not willing!

"Don't say it's such a bomb, even super weapons, it's totally useless for me." Ye Chen said slowly.

At the moment of the explosion, he changed the direction of all the forces aimed at him with vector manipulation.

Pangxiang knelt down on the ground, looking at his bare wrist, filled with despair.

A little bit of shaking, the man fell to one side.

It was a sudden coma.

"Master, the master of Liang Yin has been waiting for a long time in the residence of Madu. Do you need me to open the transfer door and get her to the Beijing home?" The little tree suddenly said in Ye Chen's mind.

"Well, yes, by the way, I'm on trial and I'll be back later."

Yechen responded, taking out a bottle of recovery agent from the system space.

As for how the tree tells Liang Yin Of course, it's a death note.

Anyway, it doesn't have to be used to write crimes.

The recovery agent was dumped on Pang Xiang.

Soon, his injury began to recover, even the blow up of the hand also grow again.

He woke up from his coma, and saw his own situation, not only did not have pleasure, but more frightened.

The most terrible thing to be judged by a death judge is to live, to die!

Now, it seems that this happened to him! ..

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