The door to the warehouse was slowly closed by the Iron Triangle, and everything became quiet in this spacious warehouse when the three of them were in a standoff.

Guan Gong's life is now tied to Luo Zhaoyang, no matter who dies, the other party will also die.

And the only difference is that Luo Zhaoyang is the same as the poison, he can't afford to consume it in time, as time passes by minute by second, although Luo Zhaoyang's silver needles pierced in each important part of the poison are controlled, but it is also because of his sealing acupoints, so that other functions of his body show signs of attenuation, and the most obvious thing is that he now feels that his hands and feet are beginning to appear numb.

"Tell me, how do you get rid of the silver needle?" The cold muzzle in Iron Triangle's hand was pressed against Luo Zhaoyang's forehead, and he felt so helpless for the first time.

"If I did, wouldn't the bullet get into my head faster?" Luo Zhaoyang sneered, he couldn't understand how Iron Triangle could treat himself as the stupidest kind of person.

"You want to spend time with me? I think you're wrong. Guan Gong smiled, although he was pricked by Luo Zhaoyang's silver needle, but at the moment he couldn't move, he felt fine, and when he looked at the sweat on Luo Zhaoyang's forehead, he knew that the poison was beginning to make Luo Zhaoyang uncomfortable.

Hearing Guan Gong say this, Luo Zhaoyang was not in a hurry to say, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and that smile made Guan Gong and Iron Triangle a little impenetrable.

"Do you think I'm wasting time? Don't you think I'm delaying your life? If you die now, can you still live? Luo Zhaoyang took away the silver needle on his left chest, and with the silver needle being pulled out, a mouthful of black blood poured out of Luo Zhaoyang's mouth, and with the spilling of black blood, the Iron Triangle was in a hurry.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to kill yourself? Iron Triangle stopped the second silver needle that Luo Zhaoyang wanted to take off, and looking at his blackened lips, he turned his gaze to Guan Gong.

"Triangle, go get the antidote, lock him up for me first, I won't let him die like this." Guan Gong said worriedly, looking at Luo Zhaoyang's appearance, he vaguely felt that he was prepared, and death was only the last step for him.

Listening to Guan Gong say this, he came back to his senses, in his opinion, killing Luo Zhaoyang is similar to killing an ant, but Guan Gong is different, he can't use this to fight with Luo Zhaoyang, as for letting Luo Zhaoyang tell him how to dial the needle, it's just that his means are not in place.

"Don't think about it, I'm ......" Luo Zhaoyang took a few steps back, thinking about escaping the Iron Triangle's control over him, but before he had just sealed his acupuncture points with a needle, now his feet began to numb, and he hurriedly retreated, and Luo Zhaoyang fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to bite his tongue and kill himself, the thick palm of Iron Triangle struck the major artery at the back of his neck, and as a wave of vertigo rushed over his brain, he quickly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that he was tied to a chair, the cloth on his mouth cut off the way for him to commit suicide, and the light on the ceiling that was not bright did not know what the reason was, but it flashed and flickered, making this room full of fear, and all kinds of torture instruments hanging around made people feel chilled when they saw it, looking at these things, Luo Zhaoyang knew that he should not be able to taste all the torture instruments here.

"Where have all the people gone? Why don't you have the face to see me? Luo Zhaoyang looked at the emptiness around him, and he began to roar loudly.

When he felt the dryness of his throat, he looked at his two hands, he knew that his poison had already cured them, although this seemed to be a good thing, but Luo Zhaoyang knew that his next torture would be a thousand times worse than poisoning.

"What's it called, you'll feel better later." As Luo Zhaoyang's voice passed, there was a knock on the iron door of the room, and the fierce man appeared in the small window and yelled at Luo Zhaoyang.

And just as Luo Zhaoyang was about to give the man a response, there was a sudden loud noise outside the room, and the sound was like an explosion above his head, making Luo Zhaoyang feel that even the ground under his feet was shaking.

"His, he actually fired?" The man outside the door listened and patted the dust that had fallen from his head, and said unhappily, as if he was not worried that the cannonballs would fall here.

"Fire?" Luo Zhaoyang listened to the man say this, his heart couldn't help but calculate, when he didn't faint, Guan Gong had already begun to defend Changle Fang, although he didn't see the situation outside, but judging from such a cannon sound, they should be on the line with the troops, and they also used F8.

"You better surrender, today is your future." Luo Zhaoyang began to scream loudly, but the cloth tied around his mouth made his voice completely change, not to mention others, even he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Luo Zhaoyang originally wanted to bring in the guards outside, but his roar didn't let the men in, and the thick iron door was still tightly closed.

And just when Luo Zhaoyang was still thinking about what might happen next and was mentally prepared, the iron door was pushed open, and Ah Sheng's familiar face appeared in front of him.

The door to the warehouse was slowly closed by the Iron Triangle, and everything became quiet in this spacious warehouse when the three of them were in a standoff.

Guan Gong's life is now tied to Luo Zhaoyang, no matter who dies, the other party will also die.

And the only difference is that Luo Zhaoyang is the same as the poison, he can't afford to consume it in time, as time passes by minute by second, although Luo Zhaoyang's silver needles pierced in each important part of the poison are controlled, but it is also because of his sealing acupoints, so that other functions of his body show signs of attenuation, and the most obvious thing is that he now feels that his hands and feet are beginning to appear numb.

"Tell me, how do you get rid of the silver needle?" The cold muzzle in Iron Triangle's hand was pressed against Luo Zhaoyang's forehead, and he felt so helpless for the first time.

"If I did, wouldn't the bullet get into my head faster?" Luo Zhaoyang sneered, he couldn't understand how Iron Triangle could treat himself as the stupidest kind of person.

"You want to spend time with me? I think you're wrong. Guan Gong smiled, although he was pricked by Luo Zhaoyang's silver needle, but at the moment he couldn't move, he felt fine, and when he looked at the sweat on Luo Zhaoyang's forehead, he knew that the poison was beginning to make Luo Zhaoyang uncomfortable.

Hearing Guan Gong say this, Luo Zhaoyang was not in a hurry to say, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and that smile made Guan Gong and Iron Triangle a little impenetrable.

"Do you think I'm wasting time? Don't you think I'm delaying your life? If you die now, can you still live? Luo Zhaoyang took away the silver needle on his left chest, and with the silver needle being pulled out, a mouthful of black blood poured out of Luo Zhaoyang's mouth, and with the spilling of black blood, the Iron Triangle was in a hurry.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to kill yourself? Iron Triangle stopped the second silver needle that Luo Zhaoyang wanted to take off, and looking at his blackened lips, he turned his gaze to Guan Gong.

"Triangle, go get the antidote, lock him up for me first, I won't let him die like this." Guan Gong said worriedly, looking at Luo Zhaoyang's appearance, he vaguely felt that he was prepared, and death was only the last step for him.

Listening to Guan Gong say this, he came back to his senses, in his opinion, killing Luo Zhaoyang is similar to killing an ant, but Guan Gong is different, he can't use this to fight with Luo Zhaoyang, as for letting Luo Zhaoyang tell him how to dial the needle, it's just that his means are not in place.

"Don't think about it, I'm ......" Luo Zhaoyang took a few steps back, thinking about escaping the Iron Triangle's control over him, but before he had just sealed his acupuncture points with a needle, now his feet began to numb, and he hurriedly retreated, and Luo Zhaoyang fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to bite his tongue and kill himself, the thick palm of Iron Triangle struck the major artery at the back of his neck, and as a wave of vertigo rushed over his brain, he quickly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that he was tied to a chair, the cloth on his mouth cut off the way for him to commit suicide, and the light on the ceiling that was not bright did not know what the reason was, but it flashed and flickered, making this room full of fear, and all kinds of torture instruments hanging around made people feel chilled when they saw it, looking at these things, Luo Zhaoyang knew that he should not be able to taste all the torture instruments here.

"Where have all the people gone? Why don't you have the face to see me? Luo Zhaoyang looked at the emptiness around him, and he began to roar loudly.

When he felt the dryness of his throat, he looked at his two hands, he knew that his poison had already cured them, although this seemed to be a good thing, but Luo Zhaoyang knew that his next torture would be a thousand times worse than poisoning.

"What's it called, you'll feel better later." As Luo Zhaoyang's voice passed, there was a knock on the iron door of the room, and the fierce man appeared in the small window and yelled at Luo Zhaoyang.

And just as Luo Zhaoyang was about to give the man a response, there was a sudden loud noise outside the room, and the sound was like an explosion above his head, making Luo Zhaoyang feel that even the ground under his feet was shaking.

"His, he actually fired?" The man outside the door listened and patted the dust that had fallen from his head, and said unhappily, as if he was not worried that the cannonballs would fall here.

"Fire?" Luo Zhaoyang listened to the man say this, his heart couldn't help but calculate, when he didn't faint, Guan Gong had already begun to defend Changle Fang, although he didn't see the situation outside, but judging from such a cannon sound, they should be on the line with the troops, and they also used F8.