The rat fell, frantically scratching, Dong Henian screamed, hurrying, but still scratched his face.

Mu Yunhan laughed: "I once heard someone say that someone was bitten off by a mouse while sleeping and had his nose broken, I never believed it, but now I believe it." ”

Dong Henian was shackled and handcuffed, and he had no way to fight back, so he could only say repeatedly: "You will regret it, you will regret it......"

Mu Yunhan laughed, noncommittal.

Millet stepped forward with a smile and flashed the short stick in his hand.

The stick was wrapped in a soft cloth and looked chubby, like a mallet.

Dong Henian said fearfully: "What do you want to do?" Is there any royal law in your eyes? ”

He was answered by a fat beating.

The short stick wrapped in a soft cloth does not hurt the flesh and skin when hit on the body, but it really hurts to death.

Xiaomi is also a person who practices martial arts, and he knows best where to hit the most painful, but he does not leave scars.

Dong Henian was so painful that he died and came back to life, screaming miserably, and calling for help.

Mu Yunhan ate and drank calmly: "Even if you cut your throat, no one will come to save you." You killed the two sons of the Zhou Shoubei family, and you still want to get out alive? It's a dream. ”

"I didn't!" Dong Henian was frightened, Zhou Shoubei looked down on women, everyone knew it.

But Mu Yunhan not only went into the prison cell, but also openly committed murder, and no one cared about it.

He screamed so loudly and so miserably, and no one cared!

So, is he really going to die?

"If you say no, there will be no ah, Jiang Muchun recruited it, and said that you did it!" Mu Yunhan smiled gently: "You are dead!" ”

Dong Henian hated Jiang Muchun, and he was still dying: "Aren't you afraid of the people in the capital?" ”

Mu Yunhan's smile was even bigger: "What am I afraid of?" You forced me to death, I'm afraid it's useless. The left and right are dead, it's better to pull a cushion back, and the picture is refreshing! ”

She stood up, took the short stick in Xiaomi's hand, aimed it at Dong Henian's calf, and smashed it down.

"Ah......" Dong Henian screamed miserably, rolled his eyes up, and fainted.

Xiaomi reached out and touched it: "It's not broken." ”

Mu Yunhan began to untie the soft cloth on the short stick, and said to himself: "Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, if you are not afraid of beating like this, it is better to break it directly, anyway, they have already sold his life to me, and everyone is happy to be killed." ”

Getting the short stick, she deliberately knocked it on the ground, asking Xiaomi: "Flatten his legs, overhead, I don't have enough strength, I don't know how many times I have to smash to break ......"

Dong Henian's eyelids jumped uncontrollably.

Millet dragged his feet in disgust and complained: "It stinks to death, or let the slave come, why do you have to dirty the girl's hands?" ”

Mu Yunhan was silent, and hit Dong Henian's calf bone again.

"Ah......" Dong Henian screamed again, holding his calves and rolling on the ground.

Mu Yunhan sighed: "It's a pity, my strength is too weak." ”

She squatted down, and smashed another stick at Dong Henian's head.

Dong Henian's face was covered in blood in an instant.

She tugged at his hair and whispered in his ear, "Say, where is my mother?" Where is Mongar? ”

Dong Henian struggled, wanting to deny it, but she had already let go of him, and it was another stick.

This time he heard the sound of cracking bones, new and old wounds together, frightened and suffocating.

Xiaomi pulled his hand away and pressed it to the ground, letting Mu Yunhan knock it finger by finger: "Girl, ten fingers are connected to the heart, so that it hurts ......"

Mu Yunhan unceremoniously knocked off one of his fingers: "Do you want to say it?" ”