Chapter 923: The Woman of the Jianghu Ruffian (63)

"Young Pavilion Master, how are you thinking about it?"

There was no movement.

The head was not in a hurry, raised his hand, and said lightly, "Wake up." ”

A basin of cold water was poured on his face, perhaps because of the cold, and perhaps because he thought that the wound hurt from the stimulation, that is, Mo Xingyun's body trembled very lightly, and he opened his eyes to look at him.

The peach blossom eyes are black and white, as calm as a lake.

"Didn't this young master think about it a long time ago? You are an old immortal who grinds and chirps, you want to kill or chop, do you dare to have a good time! ”

The head chuckled and took a step closer, "Jimo Xingyun, you said the whereabouts of the Qingshuang Sword, this seat can consider letting you live." ”

Jimo Xingyun seemed to have heard some joke, and Lang laughed, "What, I sent someone to the Spirit Sword Pavilion, but I didn't find anything?" I told you that the Qingshuang Sword was hidden by me, you don't believe it. ”

He paused, turned his head and spat blood foaming out, "What about me, in this life, I want to have a career without a career, I want a family without a family, I am alone, if I really die, how lonely I am." This Qingshuang Sword will go to hell with me. It also saves you old immortals from worrying about it every day. ”

The smile on the face of the head of Wujimen slowly rose, and the old but murderous eyes stared at Jimo Xingyun for two seconds, and then leaned over suddenly, pulled his hair, and dragged him up, and his toes landed on his knees, making him sit on his knees instead.

Jimo Xingyun frowned and wanted to get up, but the foot was firmly on his calf, like a thousand pounds of boulder, and he could even feel the bones creaking, as if they would break at any time......

"It is said that young people are arrogant. But people always have to know the times, right? If you don't want to die, you can tell the whereabouts of the Qingshuang Sword. ”

Jimo Xingyun sneered, "You might as well kill me." ”

"Want to die? It's not that easy. ”

After the master finished speaking, he pinched his jaw and forced him to open his mouth and stuff a pill into it.

Jimo Xingyun subconsciously wanted to vomit, but he was slapped by the head and swallowed into his stomach.

"To deal with a noble figure like the Young Pavilion Master, naturally you can't use the rude means of execution.

There is a limit to patience in this seat.

You only have two days. In these two days, you will feel as if your whole body has been gnawed by countless ants, itching at first, and then it will become more and more painful, as if it has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making people feel painful.

When the two-day deadline expires, if you still refuse to tell the whereabouts of the Blue Frost Sword, your body will decay little by little, melt, and eventually turn into a pool of blood. ”

The head of Wujimen sneered, "You will soon know what it is like to live better than die." ”

The head of Wujimen threw down such a sentence and left.

Before leaving the prison door, he also instructed Yue Lichen, "Take good care of him for this seat." ”

"Yes."

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When the moon leaves the dust and returns to the dungeon.

Apparently the pill has worked.

The young man in Tsing Yi frowned, and his face seemed to be a little paler.

He seemed to want to curl up, but his hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and he couldn't close them, so he could only tremble incessantly, gritting his teeth, and his forehead was bruised.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and glanced at Yue Lichen.

The latter walked up to him and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Why didn't you tell the boss that I stole the Qingshuang Sword?" ”

Jimo Xingyun shook his head, his voice weak.

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