"Who?" said Yanluo, who suddenly opened his eyes and looked outside.

The chains of the cell door were open, and it was Song Zhukuai.

Yan Luo looked at Song Zhukuai, and a trace of nervousness flashed in his heart, he was always going to come.

Although his life in prison is very dull these days, he understands that Liang Xing will not forget him, and sooner or later he will have to come again...... Yanluo pinched his palm with his fingers, making himself a little more sober and sitting up.

Song Yu quickly opened the chain, "Let's go", Yan Luo shook his head very naturally, stood up, and walked out.

"Yo, I'm quite conscious. ”

Song Zhukuai, who had just opened the door, looked at Yan Luo with some surprise, smiled, but the movements in his hands did not slow down, grabbed Yan Luo, and dragged Yan Luo out of the door.

......

......

East door.

Prison cell.

"You can't recruit it!"

Liang Xing whipped frantically at Yanluo, who was tied to the wood, and roared a little madly.

He has already benefited twice in a row, but he was deflated again in Yanluo.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The long whip twitched on Yan Luo's face, leaving one scarlet blood mark after another, and his face was slapped.

Yan Luo grinned reluctantly, his blood-covered teeth were bare and a little white, and his breath was a little faint and said:

"Liang Baihu, I, I...... I don't know, what are you talking about......"

Liang Xing, who didn't finish listening, knew Yanluo's answer, and threw Yanluo twice in the face as if venting, and threw the long whip on the ground with some anger.

"Smack!"

"Uh......"

"Smack!"

"Uh......"

The dull sound of words falling should be matched by the sound of whips, and that taste......

"Okay, okay, you can. Liang Xing trembled a little angrily, but he didn't expect that this Yan Luo was the youngest, but he was a hard stubble, his fingers trembled twice, and then turned around.

Look for other torture instruments.

"Uh...... Uh......"

Even without the twitching of his braids, Yan Luo still roared slightly......

Unexpectedly, the punishment is such a feeling.

I watched TV series in my previous life, and I have watched a lot of punishments above, what tiger chair, soldering iron......

Unexpectedly, the soft whip, which doesn't seem to hurt too much, is so unbearable.

To be honest, there were a few moments when he wanted to give up, he wanted to confess, and he wanted to agree with Liang Xing's statement.

He also thought about submission, and he thought about submission......

However, he wanted to be a man more.

There are some things, some people, no matter how many lifetimes he has been, he will not do it with his conscience.

He can't do it, and he can't do it......

In this regard, he suddenly thought of those heroic martyrs, those red who were irrigated with blood, and those ancestors who sought rights for the people and their compatriots.

Only then did he understand how worthy of admiration and reverence they were.

As a born man born under the red flag, he may not be able to do such righteousness, such actions, and be so praised......

However, he also couldn't betray Zhou Qianwei, betraying Zhou Qianwei, who regarded himself as his own brother.

People can live, but they can't survive!

A piece of soldering iron, which can be felt hot from a distance of one meter, emits a fiery red light in the dim room, releasing a violent piping hot.

"Ah——————————h

......

The cell was still groggy.

Suddenly a bleak white appeared in the corner, and the white seemed to be wrapped in some worries.

"Get in!"

At the same point in time, exactly the same words as seven days ago.

In this cell, the dark shadow in the corner woke up again to check the movement outside the cell door.

However, it was different from seven days ago, this time the black shadow was not unmoved, but moved, waiting......

Song Zhukuai also brought a small catcher this time, because Yanluo was no longer conscious, fainted, and could only carry it.

After the door opened, Song Zhukuai and Xiao Zhukuai shouted "one-two, one-two", handed it back and forth twice, threw Yanluo into it with force, and clapped his hands twice with expressionless faces.

After a few clicks, he locked the door again and turned to leave.

"Child, child...... Are you okay~" The old man came out of the dark shadow, grabbed the words that were thrown in, and said anxiously with worry in his voice.

"Hmmm......"

Yanluo has been immersed in an unknown world, between a dream and a coma......

Push!

A thrust twisted and interspersed with an inexplicably soft unknown substance, and a square ball of soft leather fell from nowhere, linking to the end of Yanluo's consciousness......

Oooo

Pull!

......

"Hey, boy, are you alright? Uncle Braided also took off a little pride, a little worried, and asked in a bright voice.

"Child, wake up, wake up......" The old man pushed Yan Luo, shaking Yan Luo's head vigorously.

I hope to be able to shake Yan Luo awake.

"Hmm...... Forehead ......" Yanluo hummed softly, making a slight sound.

The old man wiped his snot excitedly, and continued to shake Yan Luo's body vigorously.

Uncle Braided was also a little anxious and commanded on the side.

Although no one responded to him, no one was commanded by him.

"Old, old...... "Sir," he said, intermittently, and a faint voice came out.

The old man seemed to shake Yanluo vigorously, not noticing Yanluo's voice, and continued to shake Yanluo's head and body with all his might, and kept calling softly, "Child, wake up."

"Hey, hey, hey. ”

The pigtailed uncle on the side seemed to notice Yan Luo's pronunciation, or noticed that Yan Luo's lips trembled a few times, and waved his hand across the iron railing, intending to stop the old man from continuing to "shake".

The old man continued to shake: "Child, wake up, wake up, wake up......"

"Old madman, don't move yet, the little madman seems to be awake. Wake up!"

Uncle Braids continued.

"Ahh

"What do you say, ah, I'll talk about it later. You can't just let him sleep like this!"

Uncle Braided rolled out a helpless little look, and stroked a few locks of braids on the side of his face: "He's awake! ”

"Wake up, wake up!" the old man said excitedly, immediately lowering his head to look at Yan Luo.

It turned out that at some point, Yan Luo had slowly opened his eyes, and there was a black mist hidden in his dark eyes, thickened with ......

"Old gentleman......" Yan Luo lay in the old man's arms, weak and tired and weak, and said, "Do you believe it...... Do you believe me?"

"Faith, faith, son, don't sleep! Don't sleep......"

The old man hurriedly replied, said excitedly, and wiped a handful of snot again. He was afraid that he would close his eyes at this time and die, he had seen too many such situations.

"I, I can...... can make you a "Jianghu"!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man was suddenly taken aback, and the braided uncle was also stunned.

Little madman, what a madman!

What they didn't know was that Yan Luo secretly used a trace of strength and clenched his fists.

Left fist!