Song Daodao pulled Yan He up from the ground, controlled his body with one hand, and held the porcelain piece around his neck with the other.

"Song Daodao, let go of the county lieutenant, otherwise I will break your body into pieces!"

Seeing that Song Daodao suddenly hijacked Yan He, Fan Yang was so anxious that he immediately pulled out the sword on his waist and slowly approached Song Daodao.

"Don't come here! Otherwise I'll pull him on his back! Song Daodao threatened.

Fan Yang was at a loss for a while, and looked at Yan He, who was held hostage by Song Daodao.

I saw that Yan He's face did not change, and nodded calmly to him.

Fan Yang understood and slowly took a few steps back.

"What do you want?" Song Daodao asked Yan He.

Song Daodao kept breathing rapidly, trying his best to restrain himself and adjust his impetuous mentality, because he knew that if he made a move, there would really be no way out.

Yan He looked down at Song Daodao's trembling hands, and sneered twice: "I just want to confirm it, I don't want to do anything to you." ”

"Really?" Song Daodao obviously didn't believe Yan He's words.

"If what I'm saying is true, are you willing to keep playing?"

"What to play?"

"The game just now."

"Okay."

Yan He smiled, took a deep breath, and said to Fan Yang, who was waiting for the battle, "Throw the sword over." ”

"What do you want to do?"

As soon as he heard that Yan He wanted a sword, Song Daodao immediately became nervous, his arm also tightened subconsciously, and the hand holding the porcelain piece pressed tightly on Yan He's neck, and a trace of blood oozed from the wound of Yan He's wound.

"Hiss~" Yan He was strangled by Song Daodao's chest, his face gradually turned purple, his hands kept struggling, and he couldn't help but scream, "Send it away, let it go." ”

Seeing Yan He's painful expression, Song Daodao immediately relaxed his arms, and Yan He was a little more relaxed.

"I wanted to give you a sword." Yan He explained.

"Hmph, give me the sword?" Song Daodao's mind was blank now, he didn't want to think about Yan He's words, and he didn't have the ability to think, so he simply didn't believe it.

Yan He no longer explained, and directly ordered Fan Yangdao: "Throw the sword into the cell." ”

"My lord, this ......" Fan Yang didn't know what Yan He was thinking, he looked at the sword in his hand, and then at the kidnapped Yan He, hesitating.

"Hurry up, do as I say!" Yan He said impatiently.

"Yes." Seeing that Yan He was so confident, Fan Yang threw the sword into the cell.

Song Dao subconsciously took Yan He a few steps back.

Yan He also staggered back two steps.

"You've got the cell key, right?" Yan He asked Song Daodao.

"With me, how?"

"In this way, Fan Yang put us in this cell, the key and the sword are handed over to you, and we continue to play, how about it?"

"Humph!" Song Daodao smiled, "You treat me as a fool, lock me up, and then wait for someone to arrest me!" ”

"Do you think we need to arrest you?"

"Why not, don't forget that your life is in my hands."

"You don't dare to kill me, and you ......"

After that, Yan He suddenly bent his right hand, held Song Daodao's arm and strangled him, and broke it with his backhand.

With a scream, Yan He broke free from Song Daodao's shackles.

Then Yan He struck an elbow, bounced Song Daodao away, turned around, grabbed his arm, twisted back, and countered Song Daodao.

"You can't beat me." Yan He held Song Daodao and said contemptuously.

Song Dao tried hard to pull out the arm that was pressed behind his back by Yan He, but no matter how hard he used, he couldn't pull it out.

"You're pretending!" Song Daodao said angrily.

"It's not." Yan He glanced at the cell next to him, "How, the same conditions as just now, the sword and the key are yours, let's continue." ”

Song Daodao looked at the sword in the cell, and then looked at the environment around him.

To be honest, the current Song Daoist has no way out except to continue playing with Yan He.

"It's okay to play, but no matter what the end result is, you have to let me go." Song Daodao demanded.

Although he said so, Song Daodao didn't have much hope that Yan He would agree, but Song Daodao still mentioned it.

Because Yan didn't want to continue playing with himself, he just wanted to interrogate himself in a tactful way.

Since he was interrogating himself, it showed that he was still valuable, and he also hoped to learn more information from himself, thinking that he would consider his request carefully.

"Okay." Yan He agreed very happily.

"Okay, it's decided, you can let me go."

After that, Yan He let go of Song Daodao.

Song Daodao stretched his neck, loosened his muscles and bones, and walked around the entire prison, his eyes wandering, and he swayed from side to side a few times.

Fan Yang had always been very nervous, seeing Song Daodao shaking around, his eyes never left him for a moment, preventing him from making any abnormal moves.

"It's okay, County Lieutenant Song, let's go in."

"That's it." Song Daodao replied.

Yan He looked at Song Daodao's appearance, put his hands behind his back, shook his head helplessly, and turned around to enter the cell.

"Slow!" Song Daodao stopped Yan He.

"What's wrong?" Yan He looked back at Song Daodao.

"I'll go in first."

"Okay, you're first."

After that, Song Daodao walked to the door of the cell, bowed down, entered the cell, and quickly picked up the sword that Fan Yang threw in before.

Yan He saw Song Daodao like this, and couldn't cry or laugh: "Go in first, just for this!" ”

"Just in case."

Then Yan He also entered the cell, and Fan Yang locked the cell from the outside.

"You go outside and wait." Yan He said to Fan Yang.

"Yes."

After that, Fan Yang was about to turn around and leave, hesitated at his feet, turned around and pointed at Song Daodao in the cell viciously, and threatened: "You give me a little care, if the county lieutenant is missing a hair, I can't spare you." ”

"Now that the sword is in my hand, I can't guarantee it." Song Daodao touched the sword in his hand and said provocatively.

"What did you say?"

Fan Yang couldn't stand being provoked by others, so he picked up a stone at his feet and threw it at Song Daodao.

Song Dao flashed, and casually put the sword on the neck of Yan He, who was standing in front of him: "That porcelain piece was too troublesome to kill people just now, but now it's not troublesome." ”

"You dare!"

"See if I dare!" Song Daodao was angry for a while, and he fought with Fan Yang.

"Stand down." Yan He saw that the two were arguing, and immediately scolded Fan Yang.

Yan He said so, Fan Yang couldn't help it, and broke out of the prison angrily.

After Fan Yang left, Yan He gently took down the sword on his neck: "He's gone, let's continue." ”

"It's okay to continue, let's play it differently." Song Daodao proposed.

"What's the way to play?"

"Three questions for one person, how about the person who guesses the most to agree to another person's request?"

"One piece request?"

"Yes, a request, rest assured, not illegal."

"Okay."