"Mr. House, isn't it time for your main dish, everyone hasn't eaten it yet!, isn't it, hahaha!" Du Gongzi said with a smile.

Ya Jiang squinted at the fat man, and he swore that sooner or later he would taste his fat oil.

"Exactly, Du Gongzi has a poem: A thousand calls come out. ”

"Come, ask our chef to cook this dish himself. "Ya Jiang ordered the masked human.

After that, I saw the masked man pulling three iron chains from the direction of the water prison and came to the front yard.

Yu Liangyan raised his hanging head slightly and looked at it, it was an old man and a young man, and there was a man whose face had been cut beyond recognition.

He stood up, blood-red eyes staring at the disfigured man.

I shouted thousands of times in my heart: How can it be a good life! It can't be him!

Ya Jiang Xie smiled and said, "This is our chef." ”

There was an uproar at the fact that the ragged, blood-stained slave was the chef who had cooked the delicacies.

"Mr. Yu, you are a unique holy hand, when the chef cooks the main dishes, you can draw carefully one stroke at a time!"

"Hahaha! No, Mr. Jade!"

The disfigured man raised his head in shock and looked in the direction of Yuliangyan, he was in tears, and he wanted to shout out and ask his brother to save him.

However, he couldn't, if he shouted, his brother would definitely give up painting, and he would be killed by Wu Jiang, an inhuman old thief.

He couldn't put his brother in danger, anyway, he was tortured and couldn't live long.

It's better to leave here, at the very least, I can see my brother safe and sound, and I am already satisfied.

Yu Liangyan and Yu Liangsheng glanced at each other, and they caught each other's eyes.

However, what Yu Liangyan saw was that his younger brother shook his head slightly, signaling him not to make any moves.

Yuliangyan bit his lip, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his younger brother was in front of him, but he couldn't recognize him.

He couldn't stand it, he took a step forward, and saw Yu Liangsheng tell him not to use his mouth shape!

"Wu Jiang, can't you cook the dishes yet!" Yu Liangsheng turned his head to look at Wu Jiang, and no longer made eye contact with Yu Liangyan.

Yu Liangyan was stunned in place, he didn't expect his brother to say these words!

Wu Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "Since the chef can't wait like this, what are we waiting for!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Jiang actually ordered someone to remove the clothes from his younger brother and smear them with honey.

I tied my wrists, put them on a wooden frame, and made a big fire to roast them!

"No! don't!" Yuliangyan couldn't hold back any longer, he cried and stopped.

Wu Jiang pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Mr. Yu, why are you so excited, does this slave have anything to do with you?"

Yu Liangyan was about to say that this was his younger brother, but he saw that the skin and flesh on Yu Liangsheng's back had been burned into a bloody stream.

He still turned his head, shaking his head in pain.

"No, no, it's okay!" Yuliang finally vomited the bitter water in his stomach.

Wu Jiang picked up a handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose, bent down to Yu Liangyan and said disgustedly: "Mr. Yu, let's paint quickly." ”

"I want you to draw a picture of how the chef cooks a rare delicacy in the world. ”

"Not a single detail shall be missed!"

Yu Liangyan clutched his chest, panted violently and said, "I won't paint anymore, I won't paint again." ”

Wu Jiang straightened up and said, "Words, don't say it too absolutely, Mr. Yu." ”

He raised his hand, and the old woman, trembling, was driven into the sunken stone slab.

"Old, the meat is tight and dead, not suitable for the mouth. ”

"However, it's very suitable for you to play, Du Gongzi, do you want to come down and feel it. Ya Jiang smiled evilly.

Du Gongzi looked at the people around him, stood up angrily, and asked, "How to play!"

"Well, that's a great question. ”

"You are all dignitaries, and you usually compose poems and lyrics and do some elegant things. ”

"House, a rural villager, only knows some new things. ”

"Today, I will show you what 'horse fireworks' are. Ya Jiang smiled flatteringly.

Du Gongzi touched his stomach and said with a smile: "This Gongzi has only heard of Ma Stepping on Feiyan, and has never heard of Mr. Wu's 'Horse Stepping Fireworks'." ”

"Exactly, what is this, let's see. The crowd roared.

One masked man led a horse into the front yard, and four other masked men carried a large frame full of dirt.

Du Gongzi was puzzled: "What is this?"

Wu Jiang didn't answer, and waved his hand to let the four masked men pour all the dirt in the basket onto the sunken stone slab.

In an instant, the old woman did not even have time to dodge or escape, and was buried, revealing only her head.

"Is this the end?" Du Gongzi stood in the sun, he was already as fat as a pig, and he couldn't be hot.

"Just wait for half a pillar of incense. Wu Jiang smiled.

I saw that the afternoon sun was like fire, and the water in the soil quickly evaporated and disappeared.

Then the earth began to shrink, and the old woman began to have difficulty breathing, and her face turned purple.

Wu Jiang trotted all the way, pulled Du Gongzi to the side of the horse, and urged: "Quick, help Du Gongzi get on the horse!"

After Du Gongzi sat on the horse, Wu Jiang slapped the horse's buttocks, and the horse roared.

Du Gongzi grabbed the reins and looked at his feet. Ya Jiang shouted.

The horse's hooves quickly stepped on the old woman's head, and there was a thud, and red and white colors splashed everywhere.

The cloudy gray eyeballs rolled to the side, crushed by the skimmed horses' hooves.

"Whew! Wonderful! Hahaha! Mr. House, your whimsical ideas are amazing!" Du Gongzi tightened the reins, stopped the horse, looked back at the old woman who was already in a different place, and laughed.

Everyone also raised their glasses to Wu Jiang, and even his two wives and sons applauded.

"This is the punishment used by horse thieves to punish traitors, but in Ya's eyes, it is a work of art. ”

"Are you right, Mr. Yu!" said Ya Jiang, turning around and staring at the stunned Yuliang Yan who had already been watching.

"Below, there's,"

"Paper, pen, give it to me. Yuliangyan knelt at the feet of Ya Jiang and pleaded.

Wu Jiang lowered his head and said gloomily: "Mr. Yu, it's not good for you to embarrass me like this every time." ”

"If there is a next time, I'm afraid my patience will run out. ”

Yu Liangyan couldn't look at the little one being tortured to death anymore, it was still a baby in swaddling clothes!

He drew one stroke at a time, watching his brother being roasted on the fire.

The blood and flesh fell into the fire, and black smoke came out in an instant.

Yu Liangsheng's body gradually turned dark red, and the laughter of the demons echoed in Yu Liangyan's ears.

"Brother,"

Yu Liangyan stopped his pen, as if he heard his brother's last call.

The tears had flowed away, and the grief and anger had filled his chest, and he couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't stand it anymore!

Finally, when the younger brother took his last breath, Yu Liangyan finished the painting.

However, in front of him, Ya Jiang threw the baby into a hot pot!