Yi Wuchuan's eyes were full of madness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His fat body kept trembling, like a pattern of water constantly being played, and the dagger in his hand, in his trembling hand, kept trembling in Jingyang's arm, and the blood gushing out of each trembling seemed to be more violent.

Jingyang's body, which was already trembling faintly from the pain left in his body, twitched more violently at this time.

"You ruined me, and I will naturally destroy you. Yi Wuchuan gritted his teeth, and his voice was as cold as ice and snow.

The blood in his arm bubbled with some green bubbles, which were toxins in his body, and some of these toxins flowed down the dagger to Yi Wuchuan's hand, and green swollen bags appeared on Yi Wuchuan's white hand.

His mind was full of mania, and he didn't care, and pulled out the dagger that had been dyed red at the front.

"You obviously have the rest of the options to choose from, and it's okay if you want to be a blockbuster, but why do you have to step on my head?" Yi Wuchuan patted Jingyang's face, he was already tired and weak, like a sick and delicate face, and he couldn't find the slightest trace of high spirits.

Being humiliated like this, Jingyang still hung his head, if it weren't for the convulsions of his body, he would be like a dead corpse.

"Brute!"

Yi Wuchuan slammed a punch into his chest, like a slap in the face.

He didn't react in the slightest, not even coughing, like a punching bag.

The torture of people is indeed very stimulating to the nerves and makes people experience the pleasure of perversion, Yi Wuchuan's nerves that have been suppressed for months are finally released at this moment, and the rain that has been entangled for months on his face is gradually opened.

But this is not a relief.

"My brother is Yi Weijie, the new head of the Secret Military Supervisor, and I am an official of the Supervision Department, where did you get the courage and arrogance of a bullshit boy from Han Fengcheng! Do you really think that if the Supervision Department can't do anything to you, I can't do anything to you?" After speaking, he punched Jingyang in the chest again, and then stabbed him in the leg.

The sound of his body turning into a sandbag and being beaten and piercing flesh deeply stimulated Yi Wuchuan's nerves, and his nerves spread out like moldy noodles thrown into a pot, and a pungent smell filled the air.

One punch, two punches......

As the punch fell, Yi Wuchuan's chest began to rise and fall violently, his heart seemed to be raging with a storm at this time, and all the peace and stability in his heart were torn into a mess, and it was like being soaked in a pot of blood that burned his lungs, and all around him were white, and the pleasure of abuse and revenge made his whole spirit float, so that it reached the clouds, and the whites of his eyes appeared red.

The beating made the whole person feel tired, mixed with his fat long breath spat out from his fat lips.

Such a way is not enough to relieve the gas.

He sneered and untied the chains, and Jingyang fell from the wall to the ground like a fallen scarecrow.

"Aren't you a genius? Aren't you a once-in-a-thirty year?" Yi Wuchuan looked at Jingyang coldly, "You can't stand up now?"

Yi Wuchuan sneered again.

He slowly sat next to Jingyang, knowing that he could hear himself, looked at the torches hanging on the prison wall, and said coldly: "You think you won't die, now you may really die." Peng Sishou didn't threaten you enough to make you realize that you might die, how could you compromise. ”

"But I'm different, I could really kill you. His eyes fell on the dagger in his lap, and his hand gently flicked the dagger.

"If you don't take back your demand, we'll die together. He lowered his voice, making his voice sound like a cold wind.

"If you change your mind, then we'll be all right. ”

"You, make a choice. ”

It was quiet, except for the cold whimper of the cold wind pouring in from nowhere, and the crackling of the torches on the prison walls.

Originally, Jingyang, who was already half dead, suddenly laughed.

"Do you still have the strength to laugh?"

"I ...... Think you, ridiculous. His voice was a little hoarse, and Jingyang's pupils were colorful, but he could also see the undisguised smile inside.

"You still have the strength to speak. Yi Wuchuan listened to his sound of mosquitoes chirping, sneered and shook his head.

He is an official of the Supervision Department, and he has also done such things as torture, Jingyang's special status and the special circumstances of being in prison have caused some punishments to be unusable, but the rest of the huge majority of punishments are enough for him to live or die.

Yi Wuchuan clearly knew that he could not have the slightest vitality and combat effectiveness, and it was already unexpected to be able to whisper faintly.

"You're really a hard bone, and you can still speak after so long of being tortured by these tortures. ”

Yi Wuchuan looked coldly at his back with blurred flesh and blood, and even stuck to the back of a dead fly, and said, "Do you think you can be angry with me? Do you think you are really good at attacking hearts and making people angry? Hehe, no matter how stinky your mouth is, even if you have to say sarcastic words at this time, it can't change the situation at this time in the slightest." ”

His hand disdained to touch Jingyang's body, and said coldly: "I'll give you a chance to make your choice at the end, either die together, or you take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge." ”

After his words fell, Jingyang said a word.

That sentence was a bit long, at least for Jing Yang now, but the voice was too small and too vague, and Yi Wuchuan didn't hear it clearly.

I couldn't hold back my curiosity, because what he said might be a word of surrender.

He is not afraid of death now, because without an official position, he is no different from death, but it does not mean that he wants to die.

If he can regain his official position, he will be able to soar in a short period of time.

"What did you say?" he asked in a cold voice.

Jingyang sneered, his body twitched, and he whispered again.

Yi Wuchuan narrowed his eyes, his hand slowly pinched Jingyang's neck, and then rubbed his head over.

He heard what Jingyang said clearly:

"You...... Very...... Young...... Childish, I'm ...... No...... Possible...... Bow your head ......"

Yi Wuchuan raised his eyebrows, and his fists clenched together.

"Bastard!" The color of rage suddenly rushed to his face, and the hand holding the back of Jingyang's neck suddenly exerted force, as if he wanted to completely turn the person in his hand, who was no different from a dead person, into a dead person!

A chain sound.

"Poof—"

A dagger stabbed Yi Wuchuan in the back.

Jingyang's weak hand was still held on the dagger by the chains spit out of the notch in the wall, and his hand seemed pale and weak, but it was not as weak as Yi Wuchuan imagined.

Blood kept pouring out of his legs, and the original dagger was gone.

Beads of sweat began to roll down Yi Wuchuan's face.

"You ......," he pointed at Jingyang with a trembling finger.

Jingyang struggled to stand up, with a bloodless face, like a zombie.

Yi Wuchuan also tried to get up, but before he could stand up, Jing Yang slowly wrapped the chain on his wrist around his neck.

Everything went slowly and leisurely, as if two people were reciting poetry.

Jingyang Station couldn't stand steadily, and just after completing this action, the whole person fell to the ground, and the traction of the chain also made Yi Wuchuan, who was about to get up, fall to the ground.

The dagger on his back was pressed to the ground by his body for a few minutes, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down, and Yi Wuchuan couldn't say a word.

Jing Yang covered his bleeding leg with his hands, got up again with difficulty, and crawled to Yi Wuchuan's side on all fours.

He really didn't have the strength, but everything was still being done.

He wrapped the chain around Yi Wuchuan's head, wrapped it around again, and then strangled it.

It's just a simple thing, he gasps, and the sound of panting gives the feeling that his body might break in this gasp.

He used all his strength to strangle Yi Wuchuan's neck.

The coldness on his neck and the fear of the coming of death made Yi Wuchuan's dazed eyes appear an extremely complicated look, and his body kept twitching, but he couldn't do anything.

"You...... Should...... Direct...... Kill...... of me. ”

"It shouldn't be ...... Put me down. ”

Jing Yang's other hand struggled to pull out the knife behind his back and put it against his heart.

Yi Wuchuan's whole person seemed to be leaning against him, and Jingyang leaned against the wall weakly.

"I ...... Always...... Keep ...... So a hint of ...... Strength. ”

"Just wait...... You...... Come...... Kill me. ”

And then ...... Kill you......"

There was a detachment on his face, and it was impossible to see what was going on in his heart at this moment in his colorful pupils.

But that dagger pierced Yi Wuchuan's heart little by little.

After doing all this, Jingyang's hands gradually weakened and passed out.

Yi Wuchuan's blood kept pouring out and pouring onto his body, as if he was wearing a red robe that had just come out of the workshop and had been dyed extremely failed.

PS: I originally wanted to write: Jingyang slowly bit his neck, pulled out a tattered bright red pipe from his throat, and gurgling blood gushed out like a spring.

I thought it was so bloody, and I thought that he shouldn't have the strength to do this, so he didn't write it. When I look back at this chapter, I think about it and see if I should add this sentence. Well, I'm really perverted