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The weather is getting warmer and the wedding date is getting closer and closer, Lin Fengshuang and Feng Siniang are immersed in the joy of being a wife, they leave the business of the liquor store to Trist, and enjoy a rare quiet day with Leon every day.

The night was already deep, and after sending Feng Siniang and Lin Fengshuang back to the room, Li Ang went straight to the study, where Li Yanzong and Thule were waiting for him. "Lord, those people are first-class scouts, and Yan Zong is not sure to capture them alive." Seeing Li Ang, Li Yanzong lowered his head.

"It's okay, have you touched their bottom line?" Leon did not mean to blame, in fact, if it had not been for the fact that the wolves of Thule had not been alerted to the smell of strangers that day, they would have been kept in the dark, unaware that there were people watching outside the house.

"Master, they were careful to wipe the smell with the powder, I couldn't find them." Thule shook his head and replied.

"Where are they now?" Li Ang looked at Li Yanzong, he had decided to take action himself, no matter what, he wanted to know who this person was behind the scenes, and why he sent someone to watch him.

Li Yanzong's brows tightened, then he loosened, and drew on the paper a few places outside the house where the scouts were hiding.

"Don't let anyone else know about this, understand?" Li Ang glanced at Li Yanzong and Tule commanded, his face solemn.

"Yes, Lord." Li Yanzong and Tulle understood that Li Ang actually didn't want Feng Siniang and Lin Fengshuang to worry.

Changing into blue-and-black clothes, Leon walked out of the study. The whole person was hidden in the darkness, blending in with the night. No one knows where he went.

On a tower beside the house, a figure crouched in the shadow of the upturned eaves at the top of the tower, watching the movement in the house, and the two wolves pacing in the courtyard made him extremely jealous, and he and his companions were because of these two beasts. So much so that they now have to hide here every night, in the cold of the night dew.

If you have a chance, you must kill these two beasts, he thought to himself, and looked back at him, and then he was stunned, and his companion who was lying in the far corner of the eaves was gone, and disappeared without a trace, and he was horrified, and he froze, and looked carefully. It was still empty, and cold sweat was leaking from his back. His face was pale, they scouts who licked blood with knives, had never believed in ghosts and gods, and now his companions had disappeared without making a sound, and the only explanation was...

As if to confirm his thoughts, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck behind him. He knew it was the chill from the blade, and there was someone behind him, but he couldn't feel it, only the sound of the night breeze blowing in his ears from time to time, not even the slightest breathing.

Feeling the chill on the back of his neck from time to time, he couldn't remember how long it had been, and just as the thought of a dead man holding a knife on his neck came to his mind, the man behind him spoke, "Go down." The man's voice was cold, but it was indeed human. Let his heart fall.

Forcing the scout in front of him to go down from the top of the tower with his knife, Leon didn't wait for him to turn back. Knocked him unconscious, carried him and disappeared into the night, on the other side of the top of the tower, a corpse lay coldly, his neck twisted and hung weakly.

In the wine cellar, Leon splashed water on the captured scout and looked at the middle-aged man who woke up with cold eyes, a sharp knife shining with cold light in his hand.

Looking at Leon who was playing with the knife in front of him, the scout stared at the cold gaze without fear and was silent. Leon didn't speak, but still looked at him quietly, his eyes were cold, and he was playing with a knife in his hand.

In the cellar, the candles were low little by little, looking at the cold gaze, the scout gradually couldn't hold it anymore, he fought hard, not to let himself show his tiredness and the timidity in his heart, but the cold gaze made him feel almost suffocated, and finally he could no longer meet the cold eyes, and turned his head.

"You're clean, there's nothing but a few things you can buy anywhere." Li Ang turned his head when he saw the captured scout, and said, there were a few things on the table beside him, fire folds, knives, hooks and ropes, all of which were very common and common, and there was nothing special.

"You and your companions are very good at hiding their figures, and they are the same number as Fuso ninjas, I thought you were scouts in the army, but obviously you are not, people who have been in the barracks, I can see at a glance." Li Ang said slowly, his voice was neither fast nor slow, but there was an unusual sense of oppression.

"Your heart is racing and your breathing is rapid, and it looks like I'm right." Leon glanced at the tied scout, still playing with the knife in his hand, "I can see that you are a strong-willed person, and it is difficult for you to take the initiative to speak." ”

Listening to Li Ang's words, the scout looked at the face that was always calm, but he was afraid in his heart, such a calm made him afraid and afraid, he remembered that the person who trained himself was so eternal calm, but his cold-bloodedness, thinking of this, the scout looked at the young man in front of him, and couldn't help but shudder.

"I'm not good at torture, but I'm a little bit of a game." Li Ang didn't continue to play with the knife in his hand, but put it on the table, he looked at the scout with a shocked face and said quietly, "People like you shouldn't be afraid of torture, but some things always have to be tried to know, don't they?" ”

Leon walked up to the scout with a grim and indifferent expression on his face, "Many people like to torture people with knives, whips, or other things, but they don't know that the feeling of suffocation is the most uncomfortable and desperate. ”

Looking at the outstretched and steady hand, the scout felt that his throat was being pinched, slowly, little by little, he had strangled many people to death, but he never thought it would feel so uncomfortable, especially when he was strangled slowly, little by little, the feeling of suffocation made him struggle, and the blood-red strangulation marks on his body that were tightly bound by the rope became more and more.

Looking at the scout with bulging eyes, a flushed face, and a violently throbbing chest, Leon let go of his hand. "Ahem, ahem!" The scout coughed loudly. He breathed greedily in the air, in his eyes bloodshot from suffocation. The demonic crimson faded away.

"Do you want to do it again?" Looking at the relieved scout, Leon asked calmly, his hand resting on the scout's neck again, and gently flicking it, as if he was looking at an antique.

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The warm feeling coming from his hand, the suffocating feeling in his head just now, he looked at Li Ang in fear, and a muddled voice came out of his throat, "You kill me, I won't say anything." ”

Li Ang let go of his hand, he has always believed that mental torture is far more effective than torture, especially for those who are determined and trained, torture is really nothing, only by breaking their will mentally first, torture will reflect its due value.

"Death is sometimes for people. It's a relief, like you. Leon looked at the scout. "Have you ever thought about how you feel about the slow and painful suffocation that goes on on your body over and over again, but never dies?" ”

"You're not human, you brute. **Eighteen generations of your ancestors! The scout yelled, but Leon's hand grabbed his neck, preventing him from making a sound.

"If you try to provoke me to kill you, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." Li Ang didn't use any strength in his hands, he just said lightly, the strength in his hands slowly increased, more slowly than the first time, staring at the scout's frightened eyes, his face calm.

A series of muffled syllables came out of the scout's throat, and Leon let go of his hand. The scout looked at the man in front of him as cold as an ice field, knowing that no matter what he said. It didn't make this person feel a little angry, his heart was full of depression, and his voice was low, "What I say, the whole family will die, so I beg you, you kill me." ”

Leon is a cold person, but he is not cold-blooded, looking at the scout begging for death in front of him, his brows furrowed, and finally spoke, "Look at your appearance, if I ask you who is the one who commands you, you will definitely not say, and even if I let you go, your master will probably kill you." ”

Listening to Li Ang's words, the scout looked at the face in front of him that made him feel cold, and his voice was bitter, "Yes, even if I go back, I will only die, and maybe my family will be affected." ”

"I will ask you only one thing, and if you answer, I will fulfill you." Leon picked up the dagger from the table, came to the scout's side, stared at him, and asked, "Are you sent by the family, nod or shake your head?" ”

Looking at the dagger in Leon's hand, the scout finally gritted his teeth and nodded, and then he saw the young man who had been cold and held out his hand towards him. "Let's go." Leon slashed the scout's throat and whispered.

Walking out of the cellar, Li Ang looked at Li Yanzong, "Take his body to the vicinity of the hiding place of their people." ”

"Yes, Lord." Li Yanzong nodded, walked into the wine cellar, carried the breathless scout out out of the mansion, and threw it on the dark street.

"Tianer and Tiansi are both dead." Somewhere in the dark street, looking at the corpse thrown on the ground, the man in black who squatted down whispered, "Tiansi has strangulation marks on his body, it looks like he was captured alive, but looking at this situation, it is estimated that the other party did not force anything." ”

"Withdraw all the people." The man in black who was standing looked at the house in the distance, his eyes flickering, "The surname Li is really not easy to mess with, and sending someone to kill him is just for nothing." ”

"I see." The squatting man stood up and nodded, there was some confusion in his eyes, "Big brother, I don't understand, why does the Lord care so much about that woman?" ”

"Don't ask what you shouldn't." The man in black interrupted his brother's question, "The Lord has his own secrets, we just need to follow the orders of the Lord and act, we don't need to know why!" After saying that, the man in black turned to leave, and the brother behind him was stunned, looked at the corpse on the ground, sighed, and walked into the opposite darkness.

On the third day before the wedding, Xiahou Mao found Han Baobao and Zhang Duan, and the place where the three met was in a small pavilion in the north of Chang'an City. Zhang Duan and Han Baobao, who were dressed in ordinary green clothes, were like two old men walking together, tired of walking, resting in the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, I don't know when with a group of business trips, a middle-aged man helped an old man with gray hair into the pavilion. The two were Xiahou Mao and Xiahou Cun, and when they saw them walking in, Zhang Duan and Han Baobao did not get up, but lowered their voices and saluted the old man, "I've seen Mao Gong." ”

"No need to be polite." Xiahou Mao's eyes were lowered, like an old man who was easy to fall asleep, and his voice was extremely soft.

"I just need to know that girl named Feng Siniang, is it Tang'er's blood and bones?" Xiahou Mao's lowered eyes suddenly opened, looking at Han Baobao and Zhang Duan, he had already seen the portrait of Feng Siniang, and from the appearance of that cool Xiao, he had already identified three points in his heart.

"What is Mao Gong talking about, I don't understand?" Han Baobao met the shining eyes and replied calmly, he is the same as the dead Huang Quan, that is the secret of Feng Siniang's life experience, and never let others know is the respect for the general's last life.

"Tang'er was wronged back then, and now he has a name of rebellion, if you think Tang'er is still your general, you should wash away his grievances and restore his reputation." Xiahou Mao looked at Han Baobao and Zhang Duan, and his old face was full of stubbornness, "Is this how you are based on Tang'er?" ”

"Mao Gong, you must have misunderstood?" Han Baobao frowned, and said in a deep voice, he didn't want Feng Siniang to be involved in the Xiahou family and the rebellion case back then.

"Okay, you don't say whether it's or not, it's a big deal I'll go to her and ask her face to face." Looking at Han Baobao and Zhang Duan, who were still silent, Xiahou Mao's voice trembled a little with excitement, "Cun'er, let's go." ”

"Mao Gong, why are you so troubled?" Han Baobao's face was gloomy, he had been forced into a corner by the old man, and he had to tell the truth.

"Siniang, she is indeed the blood of the general and his wife, and the general's last order before his death is to hope that Miss will no longer be involved in his past affairs, but can live freely." Han Baobao's voice was bitter, "Now, Miss is about to get married, is your old man going to ruin her happiness?" ”

When Xiahou Mao listened to Han Baobao's last words, the expression on his face froze, but after a while, his eyes became resolute again, "Tang'er's grievances, the shame of the Xiahou family, I must wash it away, and I will make those people in the north pay the price." The old man gritted his teeth and said, the hatred of the past thirty years could not be dispelled by Han Baobao with a few words.