A day later. Mobei downtown.

Early in the morning, there were idlers walking the streets and alleys to inform them that there was a graceful and handsome young man at the corner of the downtown street that they would never forget, dressed gorgeously, but sitting in a wheelchair, followed by a few generals who seemed to be from the Qianshan Mansion, who seemed to be rich sons from the capital or the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River.

As the ancient saying goes, it is: "The Mo master is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world"

Just as passers-by stopped or turned around, they looked at the young man in surprise and guessed his identity. There are also many young girls who blushed with shame, and their beautiful eyes are full of affection.

It's just that the boy... But he didn't change his face and put on the clumsy shackles, and then he was pushed onto the street torture platform without any resistance.

I saw that the jaws of the people were about to fall to the ground in surprise. Maybe I have never seen such a son-in-law being punished in public, and I have never seen myself taking the initiative to be tortured on stage, thinking that today's strange things are really one after another. Thinking about the response, the whole street was blocked in an instant.

No matter what earth-shaking conjecture everyone in the audience had, Lin Yan was still not surprised.

Perfection and elegance. I saw that his dark purple pupils were strange and charming, but it also made everyone afraid of not knowing where they were. He sat quietly in the luxurious wheelchair, his eyebrows clearer, and his eyes became more and more beautiful.

At this time, he slowly got up, knelt on the ground, his shirt faded to his shoulders, and his underwear was wide open, revealing a patch of white skin. The face of the seductive beings only showed a sickly paleness, but it always revealed a noble and elegant temperament.

"Let's start" Beitang Che didn't give everyone a chance to speculate about his identity, said gently.

Sure enough, everyone who was still speculating just now stared intently at the stage, and their eyes were full of different colors. There are shocks, doubts, admiration, envy, and a few lustful glances.

The old general raised the two-meter-long torture staff and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Lord"

The heavy staff was one after the other, and there was no blood, but the white back was rapidly turning blue with a pitiful speed.

Beitang Che snorted, slowly lifting his internal force, invisibly resolving the pain again and again.

No one saw that in the crowd, several young men dressed neatly and neatly in black looked at Lin Yan on the stage, they all clenched their fists, and their eyes moistened unconsciously.

No one could have expected that these black-clothed young men were the twelve guards of Chang'an, who everyone in the rivers and lakes knew about.

The young man at the head muttered, "Lord, why are you doing this? Thousands of miles to thousands of mountains, why do you want to do this to yourself..."

Another black-clothed young man said again, "I heard that Ah Zhe also came to Qianshan, but he doesn't seem to remember us." ”

"What did you say?!"

It was only a pillar of incense, and a hundred rods were over. Xu is old general's subordinates showed mercy, coupled with Beitang Che's internal resistance, he really didn't feel much pain except for a bruise on his back. Next, it's four days of reflection.

In the blind corner of everyone's sight, the old general bowed and saluted, looked at the young master with his eyes closed in a complicated manner, and quietly retreated with a number of subordinates.

When the surroundings were quiet and the crowd dispersed, Beitang Che slowly opened his eyes, a pair of purple eyes that seemed to be dripping with water were embedded in the beautiful face, a strand of hair soaked in sweat hung down next to his ears, but the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the pure pupils and bewitching eyes merged into a very beautiful style.

Seeing this, the crowd gradually dispersed, each busy with their own affairs, only a few people remained in place, talking about the fairy-like teenager on the stage.

At this time, several big men in tattered clothes walked up to the stage, and the man led by him had a hint of sinister between his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of coveted desire, which really did not match his tattered cloth robe.

"Boss, we're not doing well." A young man beside Dahan said with a smile.

Dahan spat at him and said arrogantly, "What nonsense!" What's so bad, this looks like a down-and-out rich boy who was expelled from his home, I haven't tasted such a beautiful person in my life! ”

The young man laughed and said, "Yes, yes, that boss..."

"Shut up!" The big man interrupted the young man's words, and saw him shrinking to one side with satisfaction, so he stepped forward and pointed at Lin Yan and said, "Boy, my brother rescued you, you can play with your brother for one night."

Beitang Che faced the hideous big man, and said with a smile: "Come here." ”

Thinking that this big man is also a local snake in the street of Mobei, relying on his eldest brother to be a steward of Qianshan Mansion, he has done countless things to bully the weak, so he is naturally not afraid of this sentence, let alone from the mouth of a weak young man.

The big man didn't mean to say any more, so he rudely tore half of Lin Yan's faded clothes, but Lin Yan didn't resist abnormally, but looked at the big man who was already salivating meaningfully. It's just that the waist card on Lin Yan's waist is exposed.

It was a dark black waist card. The card is engraved with three mountains, which symbolize the three mountains to which the Qianshan Mansion belongs, if it is just like this, the people from the Qianshan Mansion are equipped with this waist card, and the unusual thing is that this waist card is also engraved with a sword of slaughter.

"This... This is.. Dahan stared at the waist card exposed on Beitang Che's waist, trembling his hands, suddenly knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing, and made a banging sound. The villain has eyes but doesn't know Tai, and the villain has eyes and doesn't know Taishan...!! ”

No one in the world knows that only the master of the Thousand Mountains Mansion can have the token of the three mountains and one sword.

Beitang Che said: "I won't kill you, but you have to do one thing for me." ”

The big man raised his head suddenly, as if grasping the hope of life, and nodded desperately.

"Go and spread my identity and this matter all over the streets"

……

Three days later.

No one in the entire Mobei knows that the lord of Qianshan Mansion is a young and handsome young man, and this new lord violated the rules of the house, so he sent himself to the execution platform without discrimination, and deliberately concealed his identity, it is said that he was still a hooligan who found the token on his waist when he wanted to humiliate him.

For a time, Lin Yan's reputation was shocked, and the people's hearts were high. And Qianshan Mansion has recently changed its bleakness from the past, and some celebrities have also taken refuge in the door because of their admiration for the mansion owner.

Qianshan Mansion was like a city for a while. Although regardless of whether Lin Yan was sincere in admitting his mistake or a bitter plan, the eleven generals were also convinced by Lin Yan.

In the water prison at this moment.

Ning Zhe is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to die.

The jailer on the side looked at the beautiful young man, laughed loudly, and squeezed his wrist with increasing force, his nails sinking deep into the flesh of the wound.

Ning Zhi's breathing began to be short, he couldn't speak, he didn't cry, he could only shake his head, but it aroused the perversion in the jailer's bones even more.

"Don't you cry like that? Little brother, you're such an emotionless monster. The jailer laughed arrogantly, and a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth made Ning Zhi can't help but gag.

No, it's not, he's not a monster.

He's a living person, he has feelings, and he cries.

Ning Zhen suddenly lowered his eyes and shrunk his body, and the cruel laughter around him was like a ghostly whisper, which disturbed him very uncomfortable.

At this time, the cell door was suddenly pushed open with a creak, Ning Zhi stared at the door, his eyes did not blink, and his dull pupils seemed to be sprinkled with a galaxy, and the faint light flickered.