Chapter Seventy-Four: Fighting the Nine Thousand Years Old (1)

I don't know how long it took, but it was getting dark****** and the narrow hut became pitch black. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Ling Suxue and Jing Liqiu were hungry, and the sound of their stomachs growling came and went, and they lowered their heads shyly and endured each other.

Suddenly, there was the sound of keys clattering outside the closed door, and a crack opened in the door.

Jing Liqiu looked at the door expectantly, thinking that someone would send some leftovers to the door, but who knew that the two strong men with tall heads and horses who rushed in dragged him out of the door with brutal movements.

"The assassination of the nine thousand years old was planned by myself, and I saved you and released Brother Jing!" Ling Suxue pulled Jing Liqiu's arm and pleaded.

The strong man kicked Ling Suxue on the stomach and kicked her away.

"Who is the assassination, nine thousand years old has his own decision, and it is not your turn to intervene! Bah! The strong man said, and a mouthful of spit was sprayed on Ling Suxue's gorgeous and expensive skirt.

Jing Liqiu struggled, but his hungry body couldn't exert half of his strength, and he was finally dragged away by two strong men, leaving winding mud marks on the ground.

They took him to a cold, foul-smelling room.

There was a candle full of tears burning in the room.

In the dim light, you can see cold and cruel torture instruments lined up on the wall, dog-headed guillotine, tiger chair, steel plate, stabbing whip, etc., which sneer eeriely like demons and monsters.

Jing Liqiu was horrified when he saw it, and he broke out in a cold sweat, and then he was tied to a thick pillar by five flowers.

The two strong men each took out a snowy knife from the torture rack next to him, and pasted it on Jing Liqiu's body, one on his face and the other on his knee, and asked.

"Young man, I see that you are so handsome, you had better bring the assassination to the truth, otherwise the blade will cut off the flesh on your face, don't blame me for not warning you in advance."

"That is, and my knife gets angry, and if you accidentally cut your knee, then you will be crippled for life."

The two strong men smirked hideously.

Jing Liqiu tried his best to remain calm, and said lightly: "I am responsible for everything alone, if you want to kill or chop, come directly." ā€

"Yo! The knife is still so the skin, is it true that our two knives are useless? One of the big strong men gently slashed the knife in his hand on Jing Liqiu's knee.

Blood immediately gushed from the torn pants.

Jing Liqiu gritted his teeth and endured it, still stiff-mouthed: "It's me, you guys hurry up and deal with me!" ā€

"Humph! Looks like you're trying to protect that woman! The big strong man snorted coldly, and his eyes were even colder: "Let's go and arrest that girl and ravage it, and see if you are still so hard-mouthed by then!" ā€

With that, the two strong men put down their knives and left, grabbed Lingsuxue from the black and cold hut, and tied them to the cold tiger.

The tiger chair tortures and tortures the victim by applying unbearable pressure on the legs and knee joints.

Lingsu Xue sat on it, like sitting on pins and needles.

The two strong men held the wooden sticks in their hands, and looked at the little sheep waiting to be slaughtered on the tiger bench with open eyebrows.

"Let her go! She's innocent, she's been taken advantage of! Jing Liqiu struggled and shouted.

"Taken advantage of?" A strong man turned around with a cold face.

"......"

"Brother Jing, I am not being used, I have a deep hatred with the nine thousand years old!"

"Tsk! The two of you really have the same routine, both of you take it on yourself, it seems that you don't move a little real, it's not good! ā€

With that, the two strong men pressed down Ling Suxue's knees with wooden sticks.

Ling Suxue's suppressed forehead was sweating, her legs trembled, her ten fingers were tightly grasping the joints of her clothes, and her voice was intermittent...... Brother Jing......"

"Tell me who is behind the scenes, and we will think about it."

Jing Liqiu looked at Ling Suxue biting her lip and enduring pain, and burst into tears: "Suxue, how long do you have to work for a ruthless emperor?" ā€

"It turned out to be the emperor!"

The two strong men immediately stopped the sticks in their hands and walked towards Jing Liqiu Shi Ran: "You are very familiar with current affairs, but Jiu Qian-seo said that if the mastermind behind the scenes is someone higher than him, you all have to be executed!" ā€

"Suxue! You see, I'm right! You are just a pawn of the emperor, he is using you, and he doesn't care if you are dead or alive! Jing Liqiu said with tears in his eyes.

Ling Suxue's simple heart shattered suddenly.

She firmly believes that Chipan is a good monarch who worries about the country and the people, even if his ability is limited.

She was so sure that it was expedient for Blazing to drive her to assassinate the nine thousand years old.

She listened to Blazing Pan so unreservedly, completely moved by the kind light in his eyes.

……

Unexpectedly, Blazing Pan was using himself.

For the first time, Lingxue felt cheated.

The taste of deception is like a steel fork scraping back and forth on the soft heart, making you feel more and more painful as time goes by, and the pain feels dark when you look at everything.

"Hey! Feed! This woman is dizzy! The big man smiled bitterly.

"It's strange if you're not dizzy! There are not many people who can stand the power of the tiger chair! Anyway, the mastermind already knows, I'll go and reply to the nine thousand years old, and you knock that man unconscious. Then wait for me to come back and pull the two of them outside together and bury them alive! Another strong man sneered.

"Okay." The big strong man nodded, and swung a sharp stick towards Jing Liqiu's head.

At the same time, the lobby.

Nine thousand years old was sitting leisurely on the Taishi chair, whistling and amusing the colorful parrots in the birdcage on the square table.

The little parrot has some spirituality, swinging its beautiful colored wings, dancing, and coaxing the nine thousand years old to laugh and be happy.

The strong man who came to report was afraid of the nine-thousand-year-old teasing bird Yaxing, and he had been standing at the door waiting.

The nine thousand years old was tired, so he slowly turned his head to look at the strong man waiting outside the door, and said lightly: "Asked?" ā€

"Back to 9,000 years old, I asked." The strong man immediately knelt on the ground.

"Who is the mastermind?"

"Sure enough, as expected by nine thousand years old, it is the emperor."

"Since it was the emperor's doing, let's bury those two people in a random place." Nine thousand years old waved his hand and motioned for his subordinates to retreat.

As soon as the strong man stood up, he suddenly knelt down again, and said to the petite and noble figure who appeared at the door at some point: "Subordinate, meet Princess Wen." ā€

Princess Wen still had gauze wrapped around her slender neck, her eyes looked at the nine thousand years old in the house, and she stretched out her hand to beg: "Give me back my handsome brother!" ā€

"Brother Jun? Oh! Our family remembered, is Wen Gongzi referring to the man who stood up for the concubine? ā€

"Exactly!"

"But your queen mother came to visit yesterday and asked me to put him to death at once!"

"What? The queen mother lied to me! Princess Wen's cheeks flushed.

"Hehe, my daughter is a princess, and she falls in love with a country man who has no status, and no one hates him to disappear immediately!" Nine thousand years old dismissively.

"Who this palace likes, you don't care! You quickly let Brother Jun go! Otherwise, I'll make your house ugly! ā€

Home ugly?

Nine thousand years old was stunned, and his calm cold eyes set off a wave of panic. (To be continued.) )