However, when the knife in Gu Yan's hand was still a minute away from his neck, he felt that his hand was empty, and a voice giggled and said, "If you die, what will I take to see Jing Zhaoyin?"

Gu Yan said miserably: "Killing people is not enough, silver-faced Langjun, you don't have any room at all?"

Yan Qingrui said: "That's a good question, killing people is not a nod to the head, you killed those eleven innocent people, what kind of grudge do you have against three of them? You want to throw their children to death in front of them, and torture and kill their husbands in front of them? The despair when they die, you may think?"

Gu Yan knew that he was cruel, he loved to kill, he took pleasure in torture and killing, especially killing his most valued relatives in front of others, and felt that person's despair, pain, helplessness, and indignation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, Yan Qingrui said it lightly, he was speechless, the murderer will always kill him, since he has fallen into this situation, what else can he say?

Yan Qingrui said coldly: "You should be glad that you didn't do anything to insult those three women, otherwise, today, you would have been in my hands and would have been incomplete!"

Gu Yan shuddered, he hadn't heard of it, but anyone who had insulted women would inevitably be castrated if they fell into the hands of the silver-faced Langjun.

He is not a woman, he only loves to kill. At this moment, I still felt a chill between my legs for no reason, and the two trembled.

Facing Yan Qingrui's cold and clear gaze, he had no fighting spirit in his heart, and said dejectedly: "I'll go with you!"

He struggled to stand up, but suddenly felt that the cold feeling between his legs was real, as if the wind was pouring into it. Not only between the legs, but also on the chest, back, and several fatal acupoints on the body, there is this feeling.

By the hazy moonlight, he looked down.

This look really made him tremble, and he could barely stand on his feet.

On his chest, in his big hole, wherever he felt the wind pouring in, his clothes had been torn, and they were holes cut out by sharp weapons.

Where else could these holes come from? Of course, he couldn't have made it himself.

Just now, he had obviously used the knife light to weave a net in front of and behind him, and he had absolute confidence in that net, and it was difficult to get in. In the dripping net, his clothes were torn in at least five fatal places, but they did not hurt his skin at all.

He looked at the silver-faced Langjun in shock.

How did this person who looked not tall, not burly, and not murderous, who melted into the night and couldn't feel it?

Isn't this person's martial arts unfathomable?

It's ridiculous that he even thought he could escape a way to survive just now.

It's ridiculous, he still thinks that if he escapes to the capital, he will have a life?

In the capital, that month, the silver-faced Langjun did not appear, he thought that with his own means, he would definitely be able to live freely here, he really thought wrong.

At this moment, his heart was like ashes, and he didn't think about it anymore, so he let Yan Qingrui tie him up and take him to Jingzhao Yin Yamen.

In the middle of the night, the quiet Jingzhao Yin Yamen, the stone lion at the door raised his head and opened his mouth, extremely majestic, and stood quietly in front of the yamen with a drum of grievances, Yan Qingrui picked up the drum hammer and beat the big drum.

At this time, it was the time when people fell asleep peacefully, and in Jing Zhaoyin's back office, Ma Chunsheng was furious, and he had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by a burst of drums.

However, if someone sounds the drum of grievances, no matter what it is for, it will be accepted by the court.