"Yo, want to be a martyr?"

Seeing that Hou Yue closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to reveal any more news until he died, Zhao Lan couldn't help but sneer, reached out and grabbed his hair, picked him up, looked at him face to face, and said in a calm tone:

"Do you think it's useful for you to pretend to be dead, the training that this king has received since he was a child is how to kill a person, and the means of torturing people are even more unknown, I can take a small bamboo stick to peel off your nails without damage, and you can also let you die without a single wound on your body, but die with fear, those tortures will definitely make you unforgettable even in hell."

"Put away your ridiculous backbone, in front of me, you are not qualified to put on a score!"

After speaking, Zhao Lan let go of the hand that was pulling his hair, and seeing that he still didn't move, he couldn't help frowning again.

Holding Hou Yue's neck with his hand, he dragged him all the way to the side of the stream, until he reached the top of the majestic waterfall that flowed down 3,000 feet.

"Do you see this waterfall, I'll give you five breaths of time, and if you don't explain, I'll throw you straight down."

Seeing Hou Yue open his eyes, Zhao Lan sneered and grabbed his throat and poked half of his body out of the waterfall.

The water of the waterfall hit Hou Yue's head, choking him so much that he couldn't open his eyes, and even his breathing was mixed with a small number of water droplets.

Looking at the misty waterfall below, Hou Yue's ears seemed to be filled with the island's owner's orders.

"Certainly, you must bring the king of the county back alive, whether the big island lord's Spring and Autumn Great Cause can succeed depends on you!"

Alive?

I can't go back alive, can I still bring this ink king back?

The body was picked up by Zhao Lan again, and the ears became hazy because of the slight droplets of water poured into the ears.

"It seems that you are really ready to fight me to the death, too, every time you slaughter dogs!"

Zhao Lan looked at Hou Yue, who was washed by the water, with a disdainful tone, and sneered: "Why bother, exchange your life for those people's survival, do you think those accomplices of yours can bounce under my Great Song Tianwei for how long?" As the army is pointing at, who of you people can survive death? ”

Looking at the silent Hou Yue, Zhao Lan pressed him into the water again.

"It seems that you still need to think calmly."

Hearing what Zhao Lan said before, Hou Yue suddenly had some understanding of the island owner's plan in his mind.

They are powerless to resist the army of the Great Song Dynasty, but what if they have a county king in their hands.

struggled to surface, but because Zhao Lan's strength was too great, he couldn't break free of his hand holding his neck, so he could only raise his hands and slap the water.

Speaking of Hou Yue, Zhao Lan sneered: "Figured it out? ”

"Yes."

Hou Yue nodded, suddenly stretched out his hands like lightning, grabbed Zhao Lan's arm with his backhand, and lifted it violently, knocking Zhao Lan to the ground.

Zhao Lan was caught off guard by Hou Yue and fell to the ground in a daze, twisted his body angrily, got up and fell down violently, pressing the strength of his whole body fiercely on Hou Yue's body and falling to the ground.

With a muffled sound, Hou Yue was pressed by Zhao Lan and fell into the stream, the impact of his chest and back almost made him breathless, but he didn't let go, but locked his arms tightly around Zhao Lan's throat.

Zhao Lan's throat was locked, and his right elbow slammed down with an elbow, hitting Hou Yue's soft underbelly, forcing Hou Yue to let go of his arms, and then reflexively rode onto his body, and punched him in the face with a fierce punch.

Glancing at the short sword that had just fallen by the stream in the struggle, Zhao Lan punched Hou Yue in the face again, then got up and rushed towards the short sword.

Hou Yuetou raised his head from the water, and when he saw Zhao Lan running towards the short sword, he was immediately shocked, quickly got up, rushed behind Zhao Lan, hugged Zhao Lan's legs with both hands, and pulled him to the ground.

After pulling down Zhao Lan, Hou Yue immediately got up, rushed forward and grabbed the short sword on the ground.

Zhao Lan saw Hou Yue pick up the short sword, looked at the two of them had scuffled to the edge of the waterfall, rushed forward, and cut a palm knife into the hand of Hou Yue, who was turning, quickly snatched the short sword from his hand, and then vigorously raised his foot and kicked him towards the waterfall.

Hou Yue fell to the ground, feeling that half of his body had rushed out of the cliff, and suddenly panicked, his body rolled and wanted to climb ashore, but he was kicked by Zhao Lan again.

In a hurry, Hou Yue hugged Zhao Lan's leg and said with a cruel smile: "King of the county, if you want to die, let's die together." ”

With that, he moved backwards and his body fell downward.

The corner of his eye twitched, and Zhao Lan immediately inserted the short sword into the mountain wall in front of him at the moment when his body fell, and hung the two of them on the mountain wall.

But the water flow of the waterfall was too big, constantly washing over Zhao Lan's face and body, Zhao Lan felt that the hilt of the short sword in his hand was getting more and more slippery, and his body was getting heavier and heavier because of the water.

He couldn't open his eyes or open his mouth, and the weight of both of them was attached to the short hilt of the sword, so that he didn't even have the strength to move and kick Hou Yue.

Stretching out his hand and groping upwards against the current, Zhao Lan felt something in his left hand, reached out and buckled it, and finally determined that what he was holding with his left hand was a stone that had been washed by the water for I don't know how many years and had been smoothed out.

With both arms exerting force, Zhao Lan hung Hou Yue, his body slowly upward, wanting to climb to the cliff above the waterfall first.

But just as Zhao Lan pulled out the short sword in his right hand and stabbed it upward, he suddenly felt that his right hand was empty, and the short sword he was still holding just now suddenly disappeared, and his right hand slammed into the stone wall.

"This ......"

Before Zhao Lan could be surprised, he felt that the sleek stone in his left hand could no longer be held, and he fell down with Hou Yue.

"It's all you bastard, if you want to die, die, what are you dragging Lao Tzu for!"

Zhao Lan roared angrily, kicked Hou Yue under him with bent legs, and pinched his neck tightly.

And Hou Yue was not to be outdone, and followed closely by choking Zhao Lan's neck.

The two of them pinched each other and tumbled down the waterfall, occasionally hitting the stones at the corner of the waterfall.

I don't know how many bones have broken in their bodies, and a lot of blood is spitting out the corners of their mouths, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the hands of the two of them pinching each other.

When he hit the stone, Zhao Lan used some skillful force, once Hou Yue hit the stone, he pressed his whole body together, causing more potential energy, and when he hit the stone, he bent his knees and smashed Hou Yue in the abdomen.

Therefore, after several collisions, the degree of fragmentation of Hou Yue's internal organs was much more miserable than Zhao Lan.

The two rolled in the waterfall, sometimes raising their legs and kicking each other, only to be kicked more violently.

I don't know how long it took, until Zhao Lan felt that her stomach was about to vomit, and the two finally fell into a lake at the bottom of the waterfall with a loud "bang".

Tumbling all the way from a height of several hundred meters, the two were already dizzy, coupled with the huge impact caused by the impact on the surface of the water, the moment they fell into the water, the two couldn't help but separate the arms that grabbed each other's necks and floated to both sides.