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Seeing Yang Huolu's family, he always refused to give money, Sun Lou Wang was on fire, and he was determined to give Yang Huolu's family a little color.

That King Sun Lou cut off the finger of the Yang furnace, and he sent the finger of the Yang furnace to Yang Leke, the eldest son of the Yang furnace.

At this moment, Yang Sha, the eldest son of Yang Huolu, immediately transferred all his family members to Bai Cunxiao's barracks.

Yang Leke auctioned off his share of the family property, and then pooled the money to give the ransom that King Sun Lou wanted.

Before he got the ransom, the king of Sun Lou often punched and kicked the Yang furnace, and he almost killed the Yang furnace.

If Tang Zhaozong hadn't told that King Sun Lou not to be too impulsive, he would have killed that Yang furnace a long time ago.

When the king of Sun Lou got the money, the golden steel came over.

Jin Gang is energetic all day long, but Sun Lou Wang is very ruthless, he let his little brother clean up the Jin Gang fiercely, and from then on, that Jin Gang will be honest, because Jin Gang knows, the strong have their own strong hitters, if he is not honest, then that Sun Lou Wang will definitely kill him.

That Jin Gang had killed someone, he could see the murderous aura in the eyes of that King Sun Lou, and he knew that if he continued to rub against that King Jin Gang again, that King Sun Lou would kill him, it would only be a matter of minutes.

This Jin Gang, he doesn't have any psychological burden on killing, but this guy's own life is very important.

Fortunately, after that King Sun Lou got the money, he was very happy, and he put the Yang stove.

After Yang Huolu was sent back, he was so frightened that he trembled and had nightmares every day.

That Jin Gang asked King Sun Lou: "Why don't you kill Yang Huolu, so that you can never suffer in the future." ”

King Sun Lou slapped Jin Gang in the face, and he said, "What do you have in your head?" It doesn't matter if you kill Yang Huolu, then no one in this world will believe in you anymore, think about it, if we don't talk about morality, those who are kidnapped by us will not pay the ransom anymore, and what we do is a one-time transaction. ”

"It is as white as snow on the mountains, and as bright as the moon among the clouds. Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up. Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head. On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west. Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you marry; I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated. The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is migrating. Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives!"

Even if Bai Cunxiao doesn't understand poetry, he can smell a lot of grievances in this poem. Zhuge Yihui suddenly asked, "The allusions between Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, Brother Yan should know, right?"

"Know a little. On the ancient Titanic, the rich lady Zhuo Wenjun fell in love with the poor boy Sima Xiangru, and the two eloped to New York, and finally drowned in Greenland."

Zhuge Yihui ignored the second half of the nonsense and continued: "Later, after Sima Xiangru was appreciated and developed by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, he had the idea of divorce his wife. Zhuo Wenjun wrote this poem "Baitou Yin" to him as a warning and made him ashamed. The poems of the eternal resentment, this one should be called superb."

Bai Cunxiao patted his head: "I understand, Sima Xiangru is afraid of his wife, so you used this Zhuo Wenjun's poem to restrain Ou Zilong's Xiangru Lingyun pen?"

"Exactly, Sima Xiangru is worthy of Wenjun, and with the presence of 'Baitou Yin', his pen spirit will never dare to come out."

Zhuge Yihui pointed to the side of the monitor, where there was a computer, and a curve like an electrocardiogram was beating on the screen: "This is the latest development of our Zhuge family, which can digitize poems and then convert them into regular radio waves. From a scientific point of view, the expression of the interaction between the pen mound official and the pen spirit can be regarded as a special nerve impulse. If we convert the 'white-headed chant' into radio waves of a specific frequency to stimulate his nerves, it will naturally have a restraining effect."

He paused, stared at the screen and sighed, "At present, this research has just taken shape, and I didn't expect that he would be the first to test it."

Bai Cunxiao remembered that Luo Zhongxia's Qinglian pen had also been used by Qin Yi to use Cui Hao's poems, and he could probably understand the principle.

"Brother Zhuge is so powerful. If you weren't studying both arts and sciences, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to do it."

"False praise." Zhuge Yihui was humble and proud, "Although I don't have a pen spirit, I can cite the characteristics of the pen spirit and how to break the law, and I am the most familiar with the entire Zhuge family."

Bai Cunxiao wanted to ask himself how to use this thrush pencil and how to break it. But at this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the two of them looked back, and it turned out to be Fei Lao and Tang Zhangwei.

"Is there any result?" Fei Lao put his hands behind his back, changing his kind face just now, the basement was not well lit, and his face looked gloomy.

"I don't think it's much use to use torture, I understand this person, torture is useless." Zhuge Yihui raised his chin, and Ou Zilong on the screen still had an unruly demeanor, and stared at the camera with threatening eyes from time to time. Tang Zhangwei bit his lip hatefully, if it weren't for Fei Lao's presence, I'm afraid she would have rushed in and cut off his head.

"It's okay, I'll go in and have a look."

Fei Lao had a majesty that was not angry and arrogant, he flicked his fingers, and a guard next to him hurriedly opened the iron door. Zhuge Yihui reminded with some concern: "Fei Lao, this restraint procedure is not yet mature, you should be careful."

Fei Lao said "hmm", indicating that he understood, and then walked into the basement. He slowly approached the half-kneeling prisoner, and Ou Zilong raised his head at the sound and made eye contact with him. Fei Lao looked at it for a moment, and suddenly snorted coldly in his nostrils: "The Zhuge family doesn't care that you are a foreign surname, and they care for you like a parent. After so many years of nurturing grace and righteousness, you have repaid it well!"

"If you want to kill, kill ......," Ou Zilong said weakly.

"Who else are your accomplices?"

Ou Zilong did not answer. Fei Lao knew that he wouldn't say, and he didn't ask anymore. He waved his sleeve and struck suddenly, as swift as lightning. Bai Cunxiao, who was outside, didn't even see his movements clearly. Listening to only a few snaps, the six electrode patches were torn off by Fei Lao almost instantly.

The computer let out a high-pitched chirp that startled everyone present.

Ou Zilong suddenly raised his head and roared in pain, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his chest, and the Lingyun pen, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly lost its restraint and began to swing violently. Fei Lao raised his right hand, which was as withered as the bark of a tree, flipped his fingers, and plunged directly into Ou Zilong's chest. When he withdrew his hand, the two fingers of his right hand caught the tip of a pipe of pen spirit.

Fei Lao was able to carry out the pen again, and slowly took the pen with his two fingers, and gradually pulled out the neck and body of the pen...... In the end, he actually dragged the Lingyun pen out of Ou Zilong's body!

I saw that the whole Lingyun pen was torn out of the owner's body more than two feet long

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