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Wang Zaijin couldn't stop struggling, scolding, and roaring, Zhou Jun listened to it, it was nothing more than "If you dare to do this to me, the court will not let you go" or "Okay, give me a good time, I thank you for a lifetime" or "Everyone is a scholar, and there should be some incense for each other" or something like that.

Brother Li calmed down for a moment, ignoring Wang Zaijin's struggles and pleading, he was like the most cold-blooded butcher, watching the struggle of the tied up big fat pig, but there was no psychological fluctuation.

Zhou Jun's heart suddenly moved, this person doesn't treat people as people at all, "people" are just a material for him, just like the ingredients of a chef and the jade of a jade craftsman, the value and meaning of people are worthless to him!

What kind of cold-bloodedness is this, human laughter, human history, human pursuits and sins are worthless in his eyes, he is the most cold-blooded artist, only pursuing the most painful death of man!

Zhou Jun has always boasted of being bold, but at this time, he couldn't help but feel a chill all over. He turned his head to look at the fanatical scholars again, and then at the expressionless Shizun, and couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Master, Master, what kind of cold-blooded creature are you, and how good you are at manipulating people's hearts, so that these chickens dare not kill the scholars fanatically like this!" ”

He respected this smiling teacher to the bones, and he was also afraid to the bones.

Brother Li suddenly opened his eyes.

He's going to do it.

In his right hand, he held a small blade, which was so small that Zhou Jun had to squint to see the willow-like blade when he stood under the stage. Although this blade was made of fine iron, it was tantamount to being made of unjust souls in Zhou Jun's eyes, and he could even feel the unjust souls that were screaming around the blade!

Brother Li gently stretched out his right hand, and his left hand gently caressed Wang Zaijin's chest, like a lover's gentle and infinite caressing, and like a loving mother's caress for a child.

Wang Zaijin's eyes were wide open, and his pupils were full of fear.

Maybe since he was born, he never thought that he would end up like this. An official like him, if he can die at home and spend his old age in peace, even if he encounters misfortune, he can at least have a decent way to die, instead of being stripped naked in full view of everyone like this.

Goosebumps rolled up his caressed chest, his cold hair stood on end, his teeth chattering.

He was scared.

Wang Jaejin's fear seemed to be the most beautiful reward for Brother Li, he intoxicated and took a deep breath, his nose moved slightly, as if there was an aura in the air that made him excited, he slowly licked his lips with his tongue, and his eyes looked at Wang Jaejin tenderly, as if facing his lover in his previous life.

"Please, please, let me go......" Wang Jaejin closed his eyes and muttered unconsciously, he seemed to have been robbed of all his courage, he didn't dare to scold anymore, he didn't dare to resist this inevitable death anymore, he just hoped for a quick and decent death.

However, in this situation, a pleasure is the greatest luxury.

There was a noise from his lower body, and a fishy smell slowly spread, but Brother Li was not moved in the slightest, still slowly touching Wang Zaijin's chest, as if looking for a treasure.

"He's peeing, he's peeing!" As if he had found a treasure, a scholar shouted in a loud voice: "When you sent troops to suppress us, when you killed my eldest brother, did you ever think about this day? Heaven is clear, heaven is clear! ”

"God has eyes, God has eyes!"

The scholars were whistling, shouting and cheering for Brother Li, they seemed to be fantasizing about how they should use the knife if they were Brother Li, and they all used their fingers to compare and measure, comparing and comparing with each other whose skills were more skillful.

All the voices could not disturb Brother Li's sacred cause, he moved the knife gently, his expression was solemn and serious, like the main priest who cut the sacrificial meat at the ceremony, and like the minister who read the holy decree, although it was only a small knife in his hand, it seemed to have a thousand weights.

He took the knife, and he used the knife to gently slash a piece of meat the size of a copper coin on Wang Zaijin's right breast, and he slowly, gently, and leisurely cut a small piece of meat. Sewn, as if the chef of Huaiyang cuisine is processing crispy and tender tofu.

A distant and low howl came from Wang Zaijin's mouth, and he sighed, breathless, and let out a cry of pain, and he opened his closed eyes a small slit, and when he saw that the knife had finally been struck, he seemed to let out a sigh of satisfaction.

The pain has passed, even if you have to go under the knife now, you have to die, you have to accept endless pain, it is not much better than waiting.

Brother Li cut off a piece of his meat, which was no bigger than Zhou Jun's index finger, and it was bloodshot on it, so fresh that Zhou Jun could even see the heat slowly rising from the meat. Brother Li threw the meat strip to the scholars who had been salivating for a long time, and the scholars immediately rushed forward like wild dogs, pushing and fighting each other, just to seize this piece of meat.

A scholar was light and strong, grabbed this piece of meat, he was so excited that his face was red, panting, he took a big bite of the meat into his mouth, and swallowed it before he had time to taste the taste, his face was full of tears, crying so sadly, he yelled while eating: "Brother, Liu Gongzi has avenged you, brother has avenged you, we have killed Wang Zaijin alive today!" ”

When the scholars saw this scene, not only did they not flinch, but they became even more excited, they rushed to the front of the stage, and pushed Zhou Jun, who had practiced horse walking since childhood, to stand unsteadily, they jumped under the platform, shouting, begging Brother Li to give them a piece of meat, begging for themselves to have a chance to take revenge in person.

"It's crazy, it's crazy!" Zhou Jun barely protected himself, thinking like this.

A piece of meat was cut off, and the scholars frantically scrambled for it;

Another piece of meat was cut off, and the scholars jumped and scrambled;

Another piece of meat was cut off, and the soldiers fought over it.

As the pieces of meat were gradually cut off, the emotions of the scholars seemed to be completely ignited, they felt that everyone had the opportunity to participate in the same event as the festival, they felt that if they could not eat a piece of meat, it was as if something was missing, and they fought desperately, like an infatuated young man who is willing to do everything in exchange for a smile on the face of his sweetheart.

They were so crazy that the red Jimin clothes were torn and torn, and some of the thin scholars were trampled under their feet and rolled on the ground in pain, so that the wooden high platform was crumbling and wailing "squeak, squeak".

And all this did not interfere with Brother Li's actions, he was still so meticulous, so tender, so focused, he carefully cut off every piece of meat, and then threw it casually, like a dog owner feeding a loyal dog, let the scholars fight for it. His small eyes were filled with flesh, meridians, and bones, so that there was no room for sympathy, pity, and humanity.

Wang Zaijin's wail is like a musical song, sometimes high-pitched because of pain, sometimes low because of numbness, and sometimes high-pitched because of new pain, this cycle of high and low seems to be endless, forever tormenting this former Ming high-ranking official.

His pain went on and on, like a wheel, and slowly walked forward, and walked until he came to the end of hell and pain.

"This is the end of going against Shizun!" Zhou Jun suddenly understood something, and he slowly looked up at Shizun. Shizun is like an immortal crane standing in a flock of chickens, even if there is no special guard, no scholar dares to approach him within five steps. There seemed to be an invisible net around him, an invisible wall, blocking the fanatical footsteps of the scholars.

The torture continued, and Wang Jaejin slowly opened his eyes and cast his angry and resentful gaze on Shizun, who looked back leisurely, as if there was some kind of telepathy between the two.

Wang Zaijin opened his mouth and seemed to say a word, and Shizun also opened his mouth, as if to answer him.

After Wang Zaijin saw Shizun's answer, he suddenly seemed to have lost all his spirit and spirit, and he collapsed all of a sudden, even if Brother Li deliberately increased the strength of the knife, it could not arouse Wang Zaijin's painful reaction.

Brother Li frowned rarely, Ling Chi, who didn't resist like this, was afraid that it would be as boring as cutting dead pork.

"What did they say?" Zhou Jun thought so.

The pain seems to have an end after all, almost everyone among the scholars has grabbed a piece of meat, and Wang Zaijin has no longer a personal appearance after this torture of thousands of knives. Zhou Jun frowned and looked at the stage, this handsome man had become a bone frame at the moment, revealing the internal organs, which seemed to still have vitality, beating incessantly, trying to provide the last vitality for this tired body. However, this body had already shed so much blood that no matter how hard it tried, it could only delay its demise for a few seconds.

Brother Li frowned, as if he felt that the pain caused was not enough, but he looked at Wang Zaijin's bone frame again, and seemed to feel that there was no place to go under the knife again, so he stabbed Wang Zaijin in the heart and ended the life of this high-ranking official.

He wiped his hands and said respectfully to his master: "The villain fortunately did not disgrace his life, and cut two thousand five hundred and seventy-two knives, and the prisoner did not die during the period. ”

"Very well, you go down, and reward you with a hundred taels of silver." Shizun nodded, as if he was a little tired.

Brother Li immediately put away his knife and stood silently, his expression was quiet, not like an executioner who had just killed someone, but like a child who had just built a sandbag, smiling so innocently and innocently.

Zhou Jun seemed to see that at the moment when Brother Li killed Wang Zaijin, Wang Zaijin seemed to smile, and his smile was so bright and happy.

What is he happy about? Is it the end of happiness and pain, or is there an end to happiness and pain?

Zhou Jun didn't know, and he definitely didn't want to know.

He was determined to follow his master so as not to become the second king in Jin.

He has almost figured out that whoever fights against Shizun can only end up with death.

He who dies cannot die again.

Wang Zaijin died, no one spoke for a while, and the scholars seemed to be still immersed in the pleasure just now. Shizun strode onto the execution platform: "Brothers, we have slashed Wang Zaijin with a thousand knives, and I have fulfilled my promise to you!" ”

"Young Master Liu, Young Master Liu, Young Master Liu!" The soldiers cheered, cheering for their leader.

"However, this Wang Zaijin is just a small minion, the real murderer is still hidden behind the scenes, although he was assigned by the emperor, he was not punished as he should be, can we tolerate this kind of thing?"

"I can't bear it, I can't bear it, I can't bear it!"

"In that case, I propose that we go north together and intercept Wei Zhongxian!"

"Intercept and kill Wei Zhongxian!"

"Intercept and kill Wei Zhongxian!"

"Intercept and kill Wei Zhongxian!"

The scholars shouted slogans and raised their right arms high like a jungle of iron!