Hearing this, the master was dumbfounded all of a sudden, as if he was in tears and hated to take off his head and give it to His Highness as a ball to kick, just in exchange for his own dog's life.

Zhao Xianling, who had already raised his head and was about to slap his master away, for fear of being robbed of his chance, immediately lowered his head again and slammed his head into the ground.

The two were silent, clenching their teeth in unison.

Shi Qingran knew, so the two of them should also know.

The dark iron rope was hidden in Song Yuchen's sleeve, and it might break through the air at any time, but it wasn't necessarily whether it would be a finger or something next to it.

According to the temper of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, it is not certain whether to bring or take away something.

The drama of killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys has been staged, and the effect seems to be not bad, why did these two suddenly become so calm again at this moment?

After a pause for a long time, the master raised the corners of his lips tremblingly, and his smile was more ugly than crying, "Small...... Little stupid, I don't know what the prince is talking about? ”

Song Yuchen glanced at the pillar beside him.

When he started to kill the head catcher, he had some temperament, and his hands were unconsciously a little heavy, and he didn't control it for a while, and there was a little blood staining.

The pillar is a golden silk nanmu, and the head of the catcher does not look fat or thin, but unfortunately the fat in the flesh is too large, and the blood cannot seep in, and a string of scattered blood flowers winds out crookedly.

He looked away, and pinched the weightless shocking wood with his fingers, "Now that it's over, do you think he'll come to save you?" ”

Zhao Xianling, who had been silent, had his pupils shrank suddenly, the corners of his forehead trembled violently, and cold sweat fell one after another.

"If you don't have any use value, do you think it's still worth his fanfare?"

A very soft sneer escaped from his throat, "What, bet? How about betting on whether he will give up on you or come to save you, and bet on the heads of the two of you? ”

Song Yuchen has a very good way of interrogating people, which Shi Qingran has already understood.

This person is not small, and he is even better at this, all his words seem to be said very casually, but he can always accurately poke into the softest and most fearful corners of people's hearts.

He leaned back slowly, his posture relaxed and lazy, "If I were you, I wouldn't have gambled with my life, the odds are too small to be worth it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the master straightened up suddenly, "Lord Wang! The little one—"

He seemed to have figured it out suddenly, and said it urgently, but it was still too late.

He barely had time to say these words, and a sound of flesh and blood rubbing suddenly flashed in everyone's ears, and then the master stopped speaking and didn't move.

His eyes spun stiffly for half a circle, as if he wanted to look behind him, and his movements came to an abrupt halt after a few seconds—a blade suddenly appeared on his chest, and the tip of the blade shone with a cold light.

Crimson dripping.

Zhao Xianling, who was huge and clumsy like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, struggled to get up at some point, and quietly pounced behind his master.

There was a bubbling hot current in the master's right chest, and then he died neatly, falling to the ground with a "poof".

A pair of eyes widened, and the sparkle was gone, and what remained was obvious fear and a vague unwillingness, but no surprise.

Zhao Xianling behind him had a pale face, his fingers trembled endlessly, and he was holding a shoe in one hand, and on the tip of the shoe was a shiny cold dagger.

The guards searched his whole body, but they didn't expect him to have such a hand.

Zhao Xianling is worthy of eating the people's fat and people's ointment for so many years, he is not as powerless as he seems on the surface, and the strength in his hands is very considerable, and it didn't take much effort to pierce the heart of this colleague who has been in business for many years.

Song Yuchen glanced expressionlessly at the dead corpse on the ground whose lips were gradually oozing red blood, and his eyebrows and eyes were still full of ancient wells.

With a "dang bang", the hidden weapon hidden in the shoe fell to the ground.

Zhao Xianling's powerful hand trembled, and there was panic, fear, and despair on his fat and white face like steamed buns, but he had no regrets.

I don't know where the hidden guards swarmed up, and in an instant, they came out from all directions, like an endless black tide, and "hula" towards Zhao Xianling.

Two people died in the court in a row, and it was not easy for Fang Cai to disperse a little bloody aura and make a comeback, easily devouring Shi Qingran's whole person.

Lang'er familiarly blocked her behind her, and her cold voice came mixed with a little concern, "Miss, do you want to go first?" ”

Shi Qingran raised his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the words "Zhengda Guangming" hanging on his head, and his head became even more dizzy.

But she moved her lips, "No." ”

This situation is absurd. His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, who is above the high position, is extremely calm, and he is at ease with his gestures.

"Lord County Commander, I just want to know, which one is worthy of your desperate protection like this, is it so difficult to say a word?"

"The gentleman and the gentleman cannibalize people, so the ...... of loyalty and loyalty"

Zhao Xianling's face was like earth, and he felt that his ears were buzzing and buzzing, and his mouth was unfavorable.

"The matter has come to this, is the county magistrate still delusional that he can seek skin with the tiger?" Song Yuchen interrupted him unhurriedly, "It's a pity that now for him, you have been discovered by me, which is equivalent to losing all use value." ”

After a pause, he suddenly smiled lightly, "Now it seems that it is the same for me. ”

Zhao Xianling seemed to be greatly stimulated, muttering endlessly, there was no sparkle in his eyes, and what he said was crazy.

He had killed many people under the guise of others, but this should be the first time to do it himself, and he was not very skilled, and his mental preparation was not at all.

Song Yuchen was very patient, and asked again, "Have you ever killed anyone?" ”

Zhao Xianling opened his mouth, and finally began to speak honestly.

He said, "...... Be. ”

"Did you kill the monkey?"

“...... I can't remember, probably. ”

"Did you seize all the disaster relief money and rice without authorization?"

“...... Be. ”

"Is lynching an abuse of human life?"

“...... Be. ”

He paused word by word, and every time he said the word "yes", his face became a little paler.

At this time, Zhao Xianling seemed to have completely become a paper tiger, or a paper tiger that had leaked air, and all the exaggerated shelves were all wiped out.

According to the law that Shi Qingran saw in the script, generally speaking, a prisoner of war should be very unyielding after being captured, and must stare at the victor fiercely when questioned by the other party, and struggle desperately to rush forward and fight the victor one last time when he is pressed on the head.

If not, you must take the initiative to die. Taking advantage of the other party's defenselessness, he did not hesitate to hit the wall with his head, resolute and tragic.

In short, as a qualified prisoner of war, it is better to lose than to lose the aura.