By the time Zong Qian and Zong Kun opened the door and came in, the young man had already returned to his original state, his wrists were tied with ropes behind his back, a few strands of broken hair fell down his cheeks, and his eyes were closed against the wooden pile.

Zong Qian and Zong Kun exchanged glances with each other, lifted a bucket of cold water, and splashed it all on the young man's face with a "bang".

"Stinky boy, wake up!"

Yuanli's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes opened a small slit.

A dark red light flashed through it, then returned to its usual inky blackness.

The Demon King's hair was wet and sticking to his face, dripping water continuously, and the placket of his chest was already soaked, and the night wind blew, bringing a chill.

Obviously, it was Zong Qian and Zong Kun who had the upper hand, but the moment they saw the young man pursing his lips and glancing over, they didn't dare to take another step, so they had to shout from a distance: "Heh, are you stupid?" Speak! ”

The boy finally turned his head, and although his face was still wet, it did not affect his beauty in the slightest.

He raised his eyes slowly, his voice steady, "I don't talk to brutes. ”

"What the, dare you call us brutes?!" Zong Qian's face changed, he pointed at the tip of his nose, and his voice was raised a few degrees.

Yuan Li chuckled, "This is your own admission, I didn't say it." ”

"You!" Zong Kun patted Zong Qian, "Big brother, what nonsense to talk to him!" He is now a prisoner, so he can only be reckless in his mouth! ”

In the sea of knowledge, Qingya's voice reminded at the right time: "She is here." ”

The young man curled his thin lips, his eyes overflowing with smiles, and said to the two, "That's not necessarily. ”

The laughter stimulated the two of them, and Zong Qian directly pulled out the long whip on his waist and threw it at him, "See how hard you can be!" ”

The long whip was made of rattan, quenched with cold water, and struck a man as sharp as a blade.

Yuan Li didn't dodge, stretched out his arm to block the attack, and then grabbed the long whip in the palm of his hand with his backhand.

The blow was so heavy that it cut through his sleeve and left a long trail of blood on his arm.

But the young man didn't seem to feel the pain, his brows didn't wrinkle, he just clenched the hand holding the long whip and confronted Zong Qian silently.

Zong Qian pulled the end of the long whip, and his teeth clenched because of the force, but no matter how hard he tried, the straight long whip did not move at all.

Bright red blood flowed from the boy's white palm, slid over the bony wrist, and then fell to the ground from the elbow in drops.

The young man's complexion was as white as jade, so the blood stains were even more shocking.

Zong Qian's face used all his strength, and his eyebrows were almost erected, but he couldn't get any closer. On the other hand, the young man looked calm, as if he was not the one who was injured and bleeding.

Zong Qian was just about to burst into foul language, scolding the kid for his strange strength.

The strength of the other end of the rope suddenly loosened, and he fell to the ground unsteadily. And the words on his lips just now directly turned into a miserable scream, which was extremely ugly.

Seeing this, Zong Kun immediately stepped in to help, and the long whip was thrown away, bringing a burst of wind, which was actually aimed at the handsome and innocent face of the young man!

With a light smile on the corner of his mouth, he sat there indifferently, his gaze crossed Zong Kun and fixed somewhere in the back.

"Sure enough, it's you! It seems that even after ten years, you still don't have the same long memory! ”

A stone hit Zong Kun's wrist, causing his whip to deflect and hit a pillar on one side.