In the wing, a beautiful girl in Hanfu was tied to a chair with a rope, and she did not feel any fear, only indifference and calmness, as well as a little thoughtful expression.

How did she get to this point?

Opposite the girl, there was also a chair, on which sat a young man who had just washed and changed clothes, his hair was still a little wet, his neckline was slightly open, and he was playing with a sharp knife in his hand, like an unruly worldly handsome boy, but half of that sick face was still red, and it had not dissipated for a long time.

Oh, it seems that she threw hot soup on the young man's face during the conversation.

It was the first time that Xing Er was hurt like this, but he was not in a hurry, the girl couldn't escape from his palm, and sooner or later he would have to double it back, he had the patience to spend three days a little bit of Ling Chi Criminal, there was no reason why he couldn't bear this little thing.

"Do you think you're so beautiful that you won't be punished for doing anything to me?" Xingji skillfully rotated the knife, and he had the impression that many prisoners were looking at the knife, and little by little they couldn't bear the pressure and broke down.

But Xia Lian didn't look at the knife too much: "You don't need to play this kind of trick in front of me, you only need to be clear about two things, either kill me, or wait for my revenge." ”

Xia Lian has never been a compromising person, she has not always grown up in a greenhouse, as a daughter of a large group, she has learned a lot of things early to avoid being used by people with bad intentions.

"Many people said that when they first fell into my hands, but I'm not okay now?" Xing Er stood up and walked around Xia Lian, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Actually, I like your tenacious and unyielding character even more, because after the successful conquest, the pleasure gained is even greater." ”

Xing Er pinched Xia Lian's white and smooth chin, and the knife slashed slightly across Xia Lian's face, a shallow blood line emerged, and the blood red color formed a strong contrast with the milky skin, like a crack appeared on a perfect painting.

Xing Er's body trembled slightly, as if he was trying to hold back something, his expression was slightly distorted, but in the end, he couldn't suppress it, and he laughed like a madman, crazy to the extreme. He was ruining a masterpiece of the heavens, and this feeling of unparalleled power and destruction made his soul tremble.

Suddenly, he closed his voice and looked at Xia Lian, who had no expression, and there was a touch of heat in his eyes: "You are the best work of art I have ever met, it seems that tonight will be very long." ”

Crazy, perverted, demon! Xia Lian tried her best to control her emotions, she had a strong heart, but she was not matched with a strong body, after her spiritual power was controlled, she was just a meat on a chopping board, and she could only be slaughtered.

"Jiuchen, where are you, can you come to save me?"

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Yin Jiuchen was wearing a black night robe at this time, trying his best to suppress his own breath and reduce his existence, and the night wind blew through his clothes close to his skin, unable to make any sound.

He was on the outer wall of the castle in the castle's mansion, and his hands and feet clenched the protrusions of the stone on which the castle was built, like a shadow, slowly climbing upward, and the scene had changed under his feet.

On the high wall outside the City Lord's Mansion, thousands of warriors who were shouting to kill the heavens at this moment, fusing the Hunter Guild and the Blacksmith Guild, were trying to break through the City Lord's Mansion in four directions at this time.

Some of them climbed the wall with the help of tools and fought with the city lord's guards, and some of them brought fire oil made of animal fat, spread it on the wooden gate, and ignited it with rockets, and the fire burned thick smoke. The remaining part of the people guarded the main road and intercepted the soldiers on duty at the outer city wall of Wanyu City.

This is an organized and planned attack, an explosion of pent-up anger from the people at the bottom!

Yin Jiuchen took advantage of the chaos of the attack, and together with the elite team, infiltrated the City Lord's Mansion. The elite team includes Cang Er and Feng Junjun, who are going to break into the prison to rescue the leader of the Hunter Guild, while Yin Jiuchen is going to the castle to rescue Xia Lian. After sneaking in, Yin Jiuchen and the elite team dispersed and acted separately.

The attack and defense outside greatly attracted the forces of the City Lord's Mansion, and the patrol teams were transferred to hold the high walls inside the mansion, giving Yin Jiuchen an opportunity. He climbed to a window, quietly looked inside, it should be a kitchen, recalled the map of the city lord's mansion provided by Cang'er, softly flipped in, through the kitchen, walked through the long passage, and on the upper floor, he could reach the sleeping room.

Flashed to the door, listening to the patrol team of four running neatly past, Yin Jiuchen quietly opened the kitchen door, ready to look out, at this time he heard the loud and loud voice of the city lord Xing'an from a few floors above his head.

"Thieves, attacking my city lord's mansion today, he will definitely return it in the future, if you don't want to die, you can come and take my head, and I will accompany you to the end!"

On a wide balcony on the top floor of the City Lord's Mansion that stretched outward, Xing An withdrew his breath and observed the battle situation with his hands behind his back. The words just now were not nonsense, and the domineering declaration not only boosted the morale of their own guards, but also hit the morale of the rebels.

The attacking warriors knew very well in their hearts that when all the people of their two guilds got together, they could deal with everyone below the city lord, but no one could compete with the city lord himself. The city lord can wipe out anyone at any time as long as he wants, and they have come this time with the determination to die.

I hope that Vice President Cang can rescue President Feng, President Feng's realm is the same as the city lord is the seventh order of imperial qi, and things may have a turnaround.

"The old thief is going to be rampant, our Blacksmith Guild and Hunter Guild are going to do the right thing for heaven today, cut off your head, and comfort all those who are oppressed to death by you!"

A craftsman with a rather round body, thick palms, and a beard on his face walked out, holding two giant hammers in his hands, and he was afraid that there were ten thousand catties of strength between swings.

"It's President Cheng Peng of the Blacksmith Guild!"

The appearance of Cheng Peng also greatly boosted the morale of the warriors, and Cheng Peng jumped on the eaves and looked at the city lord. What outsiders didn't see was that Cheng Peng adjusted his hands holding the hammer with some uneasiness, although Cheng Peng was the president, his realm was only the sixth order of imperial qi, and there was still a gap between him and the city lord.

Xing An jumped off the City Lord's Mansion, came to the main gate, confronted Cheng Peng, looked at Cheng Peng's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, and smiled a little contemptuously: "Cheng Peng, are you refining the illusion of refining weapons, why are you attacking my City Lord's Mansion?"

Cheng Peng was originally delaying time and attracting Xing'an's attention, he didn't retreat, his solid muscles tempered by beating weapons on weekdays were tense, and his whole body breathed out: "Xing'an, in order to get the protection of Qingyun Sect, you regard human life as an ant, and people are most impressed by your perverted son, but they often don't see that you are the real demon!"

"Whatever you say, after tonight, what I see will be the Ten Thousand Feather City that is truly surrendered to my feet!"

There was no need for any more verbal disputes, the two of them worked together, and the spiritual storm swept around, the ground was deformed, the houses were shattered, and the offensive battle reached a white-hot stage.