My friends are gods

Chapter 337 Who Will Be Next?

A chopstick, without knowing when, has been shot out.

"puff!"

A muffled sound!
The chopstick, before everyone could react, pierced fiercely into the arm of the hulking man.

It's fully submerged in half!
The chopsticks directly penetrated the arm of the burly man!
"what!"

The man let out a shrill scream, his arm trembled violently, and his other hand wanted to cover the wound, but the severe pain made his palm dare not touch the position of the chopsticks.

Blood, from that place, slowly flowed out.

"Grass!"

"Nima coins!"

Seeing this, the others cursed angrily, with angry expressions.

But just as they took a step forward, their expressions and movements froze at the same time.

It wasn't until this time that they saw that a chopstick had been deeply pierced into the arm of the hulking man.

Chopsticks!

The chopsticks can burst out like a bullet, piercing through a person's arm abruptly!
It's just horrible.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. When they looked at Song Qiming, their eyes were filled with fear.

They believed that they had never been afraid of fighting, and even dared to risk their lives.

However, I have never seen a person who pierces a human arm with chopsticks.

It's like making a movie!
Yang Gongqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Others may not be able to see it, but he has a good status in Yanjing City, but he can reach a certain level.

This is definitely an ancient warrior!
Unexpectedly, I met an ancient warrior here.

You know, even within their Yang family, there are only five ancient warriors.

Moreover, everyone respected their status, even his father, the head of the Yang family, respected the ancient warriors.

"Everyone!"

The corner of Yang Gongqing's mouth twitched, but he quickly regained his composure, and said: "I also know that there is a first-come, first-served basis for everything. Although we reserved this box first, we have the right to teach one more friend, and I will let it go to you. I will pay for the food on this table."

Hearing this, Song Qiming looked at Yang Gongqing playfully.

This guy had some discernment and decisiveness, so he immediately changed his mind.

but……

What did you do before?
It's too late to change your words now.

The others looked at Yang Gongqing in surprise.

They have cooperated with Yang Gongqing many times, not to mention that they know each other very well, but they also know that Yang Gongqing will not give up and apologize easily.

Unless, Yang Gongqing felt threatened by the strength of the opponent.

Involuntarily, everyone looked at Song Qiming.

Just this guy, can make the mighty young master of the Yang family feel threatened?

It doesn't look like it at all!
There is no denying that it is very powerful to hurt people with chopsticks, but it is difficult to beat four hands with two fists. It is not a joke to beat the master to death with random punches.

With so many people here, how many of them are you still afraid of?

However, Yang Gongqing's behavior like this really made other people feel a little bit cautious and dare not act rashly.

Song Qiming said with a smile: "As a person, I like to make friends the most, but I also dislike people who disrespect me the most. Just now, some people said something rude to me. They all knelt down and kowtowed to apologize, and then cut off their tongues , I will let him go, otherwise, I will help them do it myself."

As soon as this remark came out, the field suddenly fell silent.

It is not impossible to kowtow and apologize.

These people were originally gangsters, and now they have made some famous names, but they know that men can bend and stretch better than anyone else.

However, cutting their tongues was unacceptable to them.

Suddenly, someone was furious.

"Boy, who do you think you are, I'll kill you!"

A man cursed angrily, stepped forward suddenly, and grabbed a wine bottle on the table.

All the disciples did not stop this person.

What's the use of an ordinary person even if he is lonely?

Song Qiming's eyes looked at that person, and there was a slight flash of light in him.

This light, ordinary people can't detect it at all.

A weird scene happened.

I saw that the man raised the wine bottle and smashed it down fiercely.

But it wasn't Song Qiming and the others who hit him, but his own head.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the wine bottle shattered instantly, and glass shards and pieces of glass scattered in all directions.

This scene made everyone else turn pale with shock.

Why is this guy smashing his own head in a good way?
Are you crazy?
And then, a scene that surprised everyone even more happened.

I saw that the man didn't seem to feel any pain. After hitting his head, he held the wine bottle in his hand, pointed the sharp edge at his mouth, and then stuck out his tongue.

The glass was on the tongue, cutting back and forth.

Blood dripped down.

The glass of the wine bottle is relatively blunt and not sharp, so he cut very slowly and vigorously.

Moreover, there was no expression of pain on his face, as if he didn't know what he was doing at all.

When everyone watched this scene, they felt chills all over their bodies, and their hair stood on end.

Well done, it's really weird to cut your own tongue.

It's as weird as a ghost.

Everyone was shocked.

Song Qiming looked at the man indifferently.

There is no doubt that this series of events is Song Qiming's masterpiece.

He controlled the man's soul. Everything the man did at this moment was not his intention, and he himself didn't know what happened, and he didn't even feel it.

Finally, the man cut off his tongue.

And, personally delivered it to Song Qiming and put it on the table.

Then he retreated back silently, standing in the crowd without saying a word, with his mouth tightly closed, but the blood still slowly overflowed from the innermost part.

This scene is really chilling.

Everyone was startled.

"Mom!"

The manager and waiter of the hotel yelled even more, turned around and ran, not daring to stay at all.

Song Qiming's eyes narrowed slightly, he flexed his fingers slightly, and flicked lightly.

A ray of light that ordinary people can't see burst out from his fingertips, and it hit the manager and the waiter's brows with incomparable precision, making them startled slightly.

The bodies of the two became uncoordinated.

After a while, the two of them returned to normal and walked towards the hall, forgetting everything that happened here.

Song Qiming erased their memories casually, and briefly controlled their bodies.

The manager and the waiter leave, and if there is no accident, they will definitely call the police.

Therefore, Song Qiming could only do this.

In any case, what happens here cannot be spread, otherwise, it may have a certain impact on the secular world.

Song Qiming looked at the people on the other side, with a faint smile on his lips, and said softly: "The first one has already done it, who should be next?"

(End of this chapter)