When Ming Lu heard this, he stepped forward, walked to one side of the wall, and pressed the mechanism on the wall, when he boarded, a three-year-old child was carried by an iron chain, suspended in the air, and on his immature face, a pair of eyes stared at Gu Zhen who was sitting at the front, without fear.

"Are you Gu Zhen?" the three-year-old child's crisp voice sounded, but the tone was like a ghost.

The corners of Gu Zhen's mouth twitched, and there was a bone-eating hatred in his eyes, "Why don't you pretend?" Pretending to be weak and sympathetic is not always your forte!"

The child immediately let out a creepy laugh, and the three-year-old face, under the background of this laughter, looked more and more like a demon crawling out of the underworld.

"I only hate that I didn't trick you into going to Gusu's house back then, otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up today!" The child hung in the air, the iron rope grinding his slender wrist, and the red blood flowed down the iron chain, dripping to the ground.

Glancing at the bloodstains on the ground, Gu Zhen sneered, "Even if you kill me, you will all end up today, I am just picking up a bargain and avenging my family's family for a ready-made vengeance, it is not me who captured you." ”

As he spoke, Gu Zhen slowly got up, raised his feet and walked towards the child, and the anger was so strong that the child couldn't help but shudder, "What are you going to do?"

Gu Zhen immediately sneered, "You are an old monster who has lived for decades, you will also be afraid?"

As he spoke, he paused at his feet, and was only a person away from the child, raised his hand to take out a white porcelain vial from his sleeve, raised his hand, and plugged it with wood and pulled it out, and suddenly, a choking smell emanated from the white porcelain bottle.

The child glanced at Gu Zhen in horror, stared at the white porcelain vase with a pair of eyes, and said, "What is this?"

Under extreme fright, the pupils under his eyes continued to dilate, and his voice became more and more old and hoarse, like a male duck whose throat had been burned.

Gu Zhenzheng's hand that was about to tilt suddenly paused, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at the monster in front of him, "This is your real voice?"

And he turned a deaf ear, and only kept asking: "What are you going to do, what are you going to do......" A pair of eyes stared at the porcelain vase for a moment, his heart was extremely frightened, his face had begun to distort, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were blurred.

Gu Zhen pursed his lips and smiled, glanced at the porcelain bottle that he was pinching in his hand, and with a shake of his hand, the liquid flowed down the bottle, and when he landed, a cold cold soaked the monster child's chest, and the sudden sharp pain in his skin made him howl immediately.

The hoarse and shrill screams almost cut through his throat, and frightened the rest of the group to stand upside down and look straight at him.

A puff of white smoke rose from his chest, a heart-rending howl that drowned out the hissing of burning skin, and a burning smell filled the air, wafting through the room, silencing the Crusaders' faces as if they were chilling.

Gu Zhen smiled with satisfaction, turned his head to the monk sitting in the chair and said, "Your potion works." ”

The monk is the real abbot of Qingquan Temple, Taihong, hearing this, he is kind and kind, squinting and smiling, as if he is reincarnated, and said: "You know, I love to tinker with these all my life. ”

As he spoke, Abbot Taihong took out a black porcelain bottle from his chest, "I have a new one here, you might as well try the effect." ”

"Okay!" Gu Zhen immediately readily agreed.

Ming Lu turned his hand and handed the porcelain bottle in Abbot Taihong's hand to Gu Zhen, it was obviously a torturous thing, and the two of them talked about it, with a calm and leisurely posture as if drinking tea.

The three-year-old boy scout had already been frightened by the pain of Fang Cai's bones, and when he heard the words of Abbot Taihong, where did he dare to try a second time, and immediately begged for mercy: "What do you want to know, if I know, I will tell you the truth." ”

Gu Zhen didn't expect him to beg for mercy so quickly, he immediately raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with a look of disbelief, "Chu Tiangerman's boy scouts, rumored to be indestructible, although he is a child, but his iron bones are like a man on the battlefield, why are you a soft bone, I haven't tried the effect of this second bottle of potion yet, why don't you give me a chance." ”

When the three-year-old boy scout heard this, the corners of his eyes trembled, and he almost cried: "You don't have to try, you don't have to try, I say everything, I am a drama who sings Tsing Yi, but I am born with a good skin, where does it come from." ”

Seeing that he was indeed soft and couldn't stand the pain, Gu Zhen didn't bother to intimidate him anymore, turned his head and gave a small black and white porcelain vase to Ming Lu, turned around and sat back on the chair.

"If you have half a lie, you know what this potion does. Gu Zhen said with a cold face.

The Boy Scout nodded desperately, "No lies." ”

Xiao Yu, who was sitting behind Gu Zhen, said, "What kind of monster are you, how did you become like this." ”

Glancing at his companion, the three-year-old boy scout said with a sad face: "I was originally a Tsing Yi actor in South Vietnam, and when I was eight years old, I met His Royal Highness by chance, and I was liked by him because of my pleasing skin. ”

Recalling the past, the three-year-old Boy Scout's face was full of pain, tears were rolling in his eyes, and his voice became more and more poignant, "He took me to a secret room, and when I went, there were already many men and women with beautiful faces and handsome faces, most of whom were about the same age as me, and the oldest was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. ”

"The place where we were locked up was underneath, there was no light all the year round, and in the dark environment, eating, drinking, and Lazar were all in one place......" As if remembering the unbearable environment, his brows furrowed, and the pain in his eyes seemed to overflow at any time.

"I don't know how long we stayed there, until finally someone led us out of the ......," he said, and he gasped heavily, like a temporary person, with reluctance and hatred flashing in his eyes.

"When we got back to the surface, we found that everyone's bodies were no longer the same as they were, some were like me, three years old, some were even younger than me, and I distinctly remember that the man who was locked up with me at that time was clearly fourteen years old, but when I saw him again, he was only eight or nine years old. ”

As his words sounded, Xiao Yu found that all the boy scouts had sad faces, grief and grief, and their hearts couldn't help but move slightly.

"That's when we learned that he had added a very heavy dose of medicine to the food he ate to us every day. The effect of the drug, our body keeps changing until it reaches the point where he is satisfied. ”

As he spoke, Abbot Taihong couldn't help asking, "How old are you now?"

It is clearly a creepy or disgusting story, but he still looks like he doesn't like things and doesn't feel sad about himself, he still looks like a Buddha, his eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and he seems to be smiling but not smiling.