Wan Xiong looked at the scene in front of him in horror.

If he died, the imperial court would definitely investigate strictly, but he didn't expect that someone would really dare to oppose the entire imperial court.

The most terrifying thing is that this group of people pierced his acupuncture points with silver needles to keep his clear mind, not to let him faint or die of pain, and could only watch as the flesh on his body was cut off piece by piece.

The pain was unbearable, and I felt hopeless.

At this time, the door of the study was pushed open with a palm.

The night breeze swept in quickly from outside the door, with a hint of chill.

Naturally, the person outside the door attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Eleven pushed open the door, completely unexpectedly that this would be the case, and her beautiful eyes shone slightly.

She glanced at Wan Xiong, who was being suppressed on the ground, especially his bloody palm, and her gaze naturally moved to the man with the golden ghost face.

The calm eyes suddenly jumped and sparkled, as if they had seen something pleasing to them.

The people in the room didn't expect anyone to break in, and it was still a strange woman.

The man in black closest to the door quickly dropped a dagger from his sleeve, wanting to rush forward and kill people.

Before he could make a move, he saw the eyes of his master who stopped him and quietly hid the dagger.

The sound of chains in Yincha's hands is getting closer and closer.

"You go on, I'm just coming in and hiding."

Eleven didn't wait for everyone to speak, and under countless glances, he quickly slipped behind the chair of Boundless Sin and squatted down.

Sin Wuya looked at the panic in her eyes, and her eyes kept staring at the closed door, as if she was hiding from someone.

He glanced at the man in black beside him, and the other party took the order and left the room.

"Go on." A soft voice without a hint of emotion.

The man in black who was holding Wan Xiong moved again, cutting off the flesh on his hand piece by piece with a dagger, and after a few cuts, he saw the bones of his hand, and Wan Xiong once again let out a desperate scream.

Sin Wuya played with his fingers, admiring Wan Xiong's frightened appearance while observing the little woman under the wooden chair.

If any woman saw such a cruel scene, she would be so frightened that her face turned pale and she fainted, but this little girl didn't take such a bloody scene to heart at all, and her beautiful apricot eyes kept looking out of the door.

Especially because of Wan Xiong's cry, he couldn't hear the sound outside clearly, frowning, and pricking up his ears to hear the sound outside, which was extremely cute.

"It's too noisy."

The man in black heard his master's words, and almost at the same time clicked on Wan Xiong's dumb hole.

The pain that hurt into the bone marrow made Wan Xiong burst into tears, biting the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Eleven naturally looked up at the man in black on the wooden chair.

The corners of the eyes gradually bent up, as charming as the crescent moon, and the corners of the mouth slowly rose, like hibiscus flowers, blooming little by little.

Sin Wuya looked at her bright and defenseless smile, and her deep and deep eyes gradually narrowed, reflecting an intriguing and very dangerous aura.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped a little, and everyone felt that the master was not in a good mood.

Especially the man standing beside the boundless sin couldn't help but shudder, almost relying on willpower, forcing himself to stand up straight, not daring to show half of his timidity.

Sin Wuwu slowly sat up straight, and the powerful momentum gradually unfolded, like a monarch descending, looking down on all things.

The man in black, who had suppressed Wan Xiong, stopped and slowly stepped aside.