Maybe it was because of the lack of culture, or maybe it was because he didn't understand Qin Shiming's character, so Takata Dayu was a little confused for a moment.
"I mean, don't you know you're a bastard?"
Qin Shiming shook his head slightly. Although he had not taken action yet, it is certain that Takata Dayu's brain is not very good at designing it, otherwise he would not be able to ask such a stupid question.
This made Qin Shiming's irony seem pale and powerless.
"Habitat? What does it mean?"
Takata Dayu frowned even harder.
“…”
Qin Shiming felt that a cow played the piano, but he said it all. Qin Shiming must let him understand what a "dog bastard" is called cultural transmission, and it is called helping the chicken with feet facing historical problems.
"Rumor, you don't know who your father is, because your mother is too busy with business. Some pick up customers by the field, and some pick up customers at the ferry. I'm just curious about how they pick up customers by the well.
, Haven’t you ever thought about applying for the Guinness Record for this technical difficulty?”
"By the way, you said your name is Takata. Did your father and your mother give birth to you next to Takata?"
"Baga!"
No matter how low Takata Dayu's IQ is, he can understand Qin Shiming's meaning.
He is humiliating himself.
No, what he humiliated was the whole chicken with feet!
"Kill them!"
At the command of Tada Dayu, ten men in black and ten samurai swords were slashed at Qin Shiming together. There was no fancy sword technique, only sharp murderous intent, and only a seamless killing move!
"A bunch of trash!"
However, a trace of disdain appeared on Qin Shiming's lips.
One force reduces ten goals!
In the face of absolute power, everything is trash. Although the moves of these foot-basin chickens are not fancy and a bit ugly, they are very effective and have great lethality!
However, in front of Qin Shiming’s half-step land immortal, there was garbage, and even little Karami was not considered a little!
"call out!"
The long sword was unsheathed, Qin Shiming held Ye Ci in one hand and the long sword in the other hand, just like the romantic cherry blossoms drifting in the wind, beautiful, rolling up scarlet sword lights.
Brilliant and enchanting!
It's also extremely fatal!
With just one sword, ten men in black stood there, as if they were lit with acupuncture points. Only ticking could be heard, like the sound of raindrops falling.
There was an inexplicable smell of blood in the air.
"Baga, kill him..."
Before Takata Dayu could understand, he was still urging his subordinates to attack Qin Shiming. Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, ten people fell to the ground, their eyes staring like cow bells, and they were breathing.
"Kill me? Is your knife fast enough?"
Qin Shiming curled his lips and slowly placed Ye Ci, who was still in a coma, on the ground. Then he lifted up his sword and walked step by step towards Takata Dayu, who had been stunned.
"You, stop for me, Baga..."
Takata Dayu's eyes were filled with fear. Although he covered it up very well, and although he raised his voice and made himself look less afraid, his subconscious steps back and his slightly trembling hands could not escape Qin Shiming's eyes.
"Are you really the son of Masao Takada? Not a bastard?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Shiming really stopped, with a meaningful smile in his eyes, and he quietly looked at Takata Dayu.
To be honest, it doesn't look like a bit like a bastard. At least, it doesn't look like a cunning and lustful person like Takada Masao, and Takada Dayu's strength is not strong, and he looks like his peak internal strength.
With this little strength, who gave him the courage to seek revenge on himself?
Do you rely on blowing?
Women with foot-basin chickens are very good at blowing, but they are very good at blowing, so let it go for men...
"Baga, of course I am his son, my biological son, I am his youngest and his beloved son."
Takata Dayu roared loudly, and he almost took off his pants and proved to Qin Shiming.
"Well, my favorite son? That's good."
Qin Shiming nodded with satisfaction.
"What do you mean?"
"It's okay to tell you."
Qin Shiming's long sword was inserted into the ground, took out a dagger from his arms, raised his foot again, and slowly walked towards Takata Dayu.
"I don't plan to kill you, but I want to make you a human stick and then send you to your father. You father and son are more like this, and no one says you are not your biological ones anymore."
"Man stick?"
Tada Hayu was not very proficient in the language of the Yanhuang Kingdom and could not understand the essence.
"Simply put, it is to cut off your hands and feet, then cut the thing in your crotch and stuff it into a clay jar like a bucket, which requires a stick."
"Yes, it's exactly the same as your father. Isn't it good to stay in a jar in this life? Do you look more like father and son?"
"Don't worry, with my help, no one will say you are a bastard, or a bastard?"
"I'm okay with you..."
"I kill you!"
Takata Dayu was angry. I don’t know where the courage came from. I raised the samurai sword and slashed at Qin Shiming in the face. The strength was not strong, but the speed was OK, and it was just OK!
He turned slightly and Qin Shiming waved the dagger in his hand suddenly!
"ah!"
Takata Dayu let out a shrill roar, and his right arm fell to the ground with a knife. The blood spurted out seemed to suddenly exploded and splashed everywhere.
Qin Shiming leaned forward, grabbed Takada Masao's remaining left arm, and pulled it hard!
"oh……"
My left arm was torn apart, yes, it was torn apart!
"Bastard, you devil!"
The huge pain came, and Takada Dayu rolled back and forth on the ground, screaming in pain. However, Qin Shiming raised Takada Dayu's samurai sword with a smile on his face. The samurai sword was as thin as a sword, but it was a one-sided blade, compared to the sword.
Agile, harder than a sword.
"I advise you not to roll back and forth on the ground, as this is not convenient for me to cut off your legs. Otherwise, if you cooperate a little, I promise that you won't let you die, but it won't be happy."
Qin Shiming showed a devilish smile on his face, but his voice seemed to be as cold as from the Nine Netherworlds.
If he touched his woman, what happened to him as a devil?
"Bastard, bastard, you kill me, kill me..."
Takata Dayu was still roaring and roaring, trying to use the method of raising his voice to relieve the pain and cover up his inner fear.
"call out!"
The sword light flashed, and the blood that shot out spurted Qin Shiming's face.
The human stick is made!
Takata Dayu fainted from pain, his body still twitched, and his vitality was constantly losing.
How could Qin Shiming be willing to let him die?
After several injections, the wound no longer had blood. At least the life of this dog was temporarily saved. Then he slapped Takata Dayu in the face, and Takata Dayu woke up.
"Don't sleep, let's have a good chat."
Qin Shiming grinned, lit a cigarette and started sucking.