Chapter 1392

Ichiro Kawabata used his own dagger. His eyes were full of excitement. He said with satisfaction: "your blood taste is really good. I think your meat will be very delicious. Wait, you will be a very perfect art."

Zhang Di's face turned red, and the big bean sweat came out of his forehead. The muscles on his face were constantly twitching because of the pain: "I fucked your mother! You pervert

Zhang Di's curse, Kawabata seems to have not heard, completely immersed in his own world. The knife in his hand began to draw on Zhang Di again, looking for the position of the next knife.

Zhang Di became more scared, his eyes staring at the knife, ready to be stabbed by that knife at any time. Seeing his appearance, Ichiro Kawabata was a little dissatisfied: "my ingredients, you don't let your body stretch too tight, relax, that way, your meat will become delicious."

If Zhang Di's feet were not tied too tightly, and he was pulled by a rope from the back of his ankle, he would not even care about the wound now and would kick out with such a kick. This son of a bitch in Taiyang country is going to make his own dishes. It's really a stupid thing to ask him for this kind of request.

Another person looked at his old boss, and now he was scared to look like this by Ichiro Kawabata. He couldn't stop gloating in his eyes. It's just that they forget a very important thing, that is, they are also food ingredients, and there is no difference in the status of Zhang Di.

While they were still squinting at Zhang Di, Ichiro Kawabata's knife suddenly fell into Wu Shu's Da's leg. Without any preparation, he was suddenly stabbed. Wu Shu also called out, but after a moment, he closed his mouth Ba and glared at Ichiro Kawabata.

Wu Shu is not a coward like Zhang Di, but it's just a little painful. He doesn't feel that he can't stand it. He has suffered a lot of injuries over the years, but he hasn't survived all the way.

Of course, these are just his own thoughts to comfort himself. In the past, he was more seriously injured than this one, but at that time, he was not tied, but was rushed to the hospital by ambulance.

Kawabata Ichiro doesn't care about this. He pulls out the knife. Wu Shu hums again because of this. Ichiro Kawabata put the dagger into his mouth and tasted it. He nodded with satisfaction: "you are the best among the ingredients this time. Even if you put it in the ingredients I've made before, you can still be in the forefront. This time's luck is really good."

Ichiro Kawabata thought he was lucky, but the three of them felt that they had a bad luck. They wanted to do a business, but the deal didn't work out. Now it looks like this, they want to put their lives into it.

Moreover, they still die in the hands of a madman in a very oppressive way, and their hearts are as miserable as they can be.

But these are just the beginning. Ichiro Kawabata knows very well that it will take him a lot of time to turn all these three ingredients into art works. It's just that he has the patience, and he is willing to spend the time for this perfect art.

Kawabata's knife began to draw on Wang Bin's body. Wang Bin, who was timid, was already frightened. When I saw Ichiro Kawabata holding a knife on his body, tears were about to flow out.

"No Don't... " Wang Bin shivered and said, "I My meat The meat is not delicious You let me go Let me go

"Let you go?" Ichiro Kawabata shook his head: "food materials, you are about to become a work of art, what do you have to let go? You should feel happy. "

Wang Bin said with a cry: "I'm glad you're paralyzed. I don't want to become you Ah

Before Wang Bin's words are finished, Ichiro Kawabata's knife has pricked a bloody mouth on his Da's leg.

Ichiro Kawabata seemed to enjoy hearing such a scream. He licked off the blood stain on the knife and closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Wang Bin's eyes as if he were looking at a rare treasure: "you are the best food material! I've never seen anything as perfect as you before! You can rest assured that you will be the best art. "

Kawabata is not at ease. What's the best art? How can you make people into dishes!

Wu Shu looked at Ichiro Kawabata with a black face. If it was not for this bastard, how could he become such a situation.

Feeling Wu Shu's glaring eyes, Ichiro Kawabata turned his attention back on him and called out like a Madman: "yes, that's the look. What I like most is that you look so unwilling and hateful!"Kawabata Ichiro put down the knife in his hand, and then changed another knife from the table to his own hand.

He raised his knife in his hand and slowly walked to Wu Shu: "my food, let's start now. You are destined to become one of my most perfect works of art."

"I'm paralyzed by you I... " Wu Shucai scolded half of the time, and there was no way to speak.

Kawabata Ichiro's knife, like the crescent moon, stuck in Wu Shu's mouth, making him speechless.

Kawabata's eyes became sharp and serious. He said to himself, "food with such hot blood as you must not let you shout too much, or you will vent your anger and cause the meat to become loose."

At the end of his speech, the knife like the crescent moon had already made a bloody mark on Wu Shu's mouth, which directly doubled Wu Shu's mouth ba.

Wu Shu sobbed, eyes full of pain, but there is no way to make a sound.

Blood stained half of his face and his whole neck. When Zhang Di and Wang Bin saw Wu Shu's desolate appearance, they couldn't help shaking their hearts, and a feeling of sorrow for the death of a rabbit poured out from their hearts.

In addition to fear in their eyes, there are only countless regrets left. They regret why they rest there. Wang Bin is the most painful one in my heart. It is he who leads to such consequences. ..

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