"What's wrong with you?!"

"Speak!"

Green's mournful roar was heard clearly from the cell next door, mixed with unbearable pain.

Cord was anxious and shouted anxiously to the next door.

However, there was no response from the outside, except for shouting, roaring, and Green's painful howls.

At this moment, Green was lying on the ground, pressed by two strong slaves, unable to move.

The palm of one hand was dripping with blood, and the sharp iron spikes pierced through the bloody bones, nailing it firmly to the ground.

Dark red blood flowed uncontrollably from the torn wound, blurring the line between the palm and the ground, and muddy and dusty.

Green's eyes were bloodshot, his Adam's apple was throbbing, and he gulped gulps of non-existent saliva, his roar getting weaker and weaker until it faded away.

He fainted in pain.

"Green, Green!"

Not far away, Berg saw Green's tragic image and struggled frantically, but the joints of his hands were blocked by several people in reverse, holding his waist and eyes, and he couldn't break free at all.

Hearing Green's cry of pain fade away, Cold's heart sank completely.

"Bastard!"

"I'll fight with you!"

The fate of his best friend was uncertain, and Cold's eyes were red, and in anger, he frantically pounced on Wanyan Moro, like a mad tiger.

"Ridiculous guy. ”

Wanyan Moro smiled disdainfully, his eyes full of mockery, and he turned a blind eye to Cold's attack.

One of his men, a big man covered in tattoos, was quick to aim at the pounced Cold, rushed half a step, and kicked out with a vicious kick.

Colder was already not good at fighting, and he couldn't dodge this kick, so he was kicked back, slammed into the wall, and fell to the ground, stirring up countless dust.

A bloody breath rose in his throat, and the pain in his body was completely unattended by Cold, and he was angry and about to continue to come again.

Only, without waiting for Calder to get up from the ground.

Another strong slave man had already reacted and rushed forward, the iron spike in his hand reversed and pierced deep into Cord's thigh!

The strong slave man's face was grim, and the sharp iron thorn in his hand stirred in the flesh and blood of his thighs for half a circle, and then he pulled it out violently, bringing up a few splashes of blood.

The sudden blow instantly disintegrated Cold's attack.

Cord screamed, bleeding from his badly injured thigh, the pain was unbearable, he couldn't support his body, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

The spilled blood soaked Cord's tattered prison clothes and pants, and Cord gasped and clutched the wound in his thigh.

His lips were slightly pale, his brow furrowed, and his embarrassed face was a little hideous from the pain.

Despite the intense pain that came in waves.

At this time, Cord took it all and didn't say a word, just holding a pair of eyes full of hatred and madness, staring at Wanyan Moro in front of him.

Wanyan Moro only made a move at this time.

He ignored Cold's hateful gaze and walked over slowly, the kind of loser's eyes he had seen too much in the past.

Squatting in front of Cold, Wanyan Moro grabbed Cold's hair with his hand and pulled his face up to face straight at him.

"Your name is Cold, isn't it? ”

"The weak are restless, that's what happens!"

Wanyan Moro's eyes were wanton and fierce, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was pleasant, admiring the miserable situation and painful face of the poor man in front of him.

"So, why do you come to sin against me? ”

"You... Come over and I'll tell you. ”

Cord gasped, his eyes gradually calmed down, staring at the disgusting face in front of him, and said slowly.

"Oh?"

Wanyan Moro's expression was slightly different, his eyes were inexplicable, and the corners of his mouth curved a touch.

He leaned over and leaned forward.

But at this time.

Cord's face changed suddenly, and he spat at Wanyan Moro's approaching face.

A mouthful of thick bloody phlegm flew out quickly!

In the next second, Wanyan Moro seemed to have expected it, and his body was agile and dexterous.

Wanyan Moro, who took a step back, shook his head in disappointment, his eyes full of mockery.

"It's a disappointing trick that is boring. ”

Looking at Cold's hideous face full of madness in front of him, Wanyan Moro's face gradually turned cold.

"Smack!"

With a wave of his palm, Wanyan Moro came up with two extremely heavy slaps, which completely woke up the somewhat crazy Cold.

Cord's eyes were full of stars, his head was a little dizzy, and the corners of his mouth, which had barely grown before, cracked again, and thin blood snaked down the corners of his mouth.

Roughly grabbing Cold's hair, he watched his eyes gradually sober and calm down.

The corners of Wanyan Moro's mouth seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were cold.

A cold-shining iron dagger slipped out of his wide sleeve and was firmly held in his hand.

In Wanyan Moro's hand, the tip of the extremely sharp dagger slashed lightly and casually across Cold's face, bringing out thin blood marks, and fine beads of blood slowly overflowed.

"Say, what am I going to do next......

Wanyan Moro was expressionless, and said softly, as if he was asking Cord, and as if he was asking himself.

The sharp dagger drew circles on his face, but Cord did not dare to move.

He mustered up his courage and forced himself to look at Wanyan Moro, but in the depths of his eyes there was almost despair.

"Brother......

Cold's heart is dead, his brother Rod's whereabouts are unknown, his life and death are uncertain, and he and his two best friends may not escape bad luck today.

He almost gave up resistance.

Wanyan Moro slashed his glittering dagger across Cord's face, down his chin.

The chin, throat, chest, and sturdy human skin along the way were easily sliced open by sharp daggers.

And in the cell, the two slave subordinates of Wanyan Moro next to him looked murderous, and there was no trace of unbearability.

They were gearing up, excitedly watching Boss Yan's movements, a little eager to try.

"Ding~"

A very slight crunch sounded in my ears.

"Huh?"

Wanyan Moro's expression moved, and the sharp dagger in his hand stopped at Cold's chest, as if he had just touched something hard.

Cord's expression changed, and there was a little more nervousness in his numb eyes.

Wanyan Moro suddenly became a little interested, reached into Cold's arms, and took out the unknown hard object that blocked the dagger.

This is a strange sturdy bar of iron, with a simple handle, and a strange multiple concave and convex shape, which makes people scratch their heads.

It was the strange treasure that Cord hastily put into his chest and hidden.

Wanyan Moro had some doubts in his eyes, and he didn't recognize what the strange iron piece in his hand was for a while.

"Tell me, little one, what the hell is this piece of iron I'm holding?"

Wanyan Moro pressed Cold's head and looked into his eyes with a playful expression.

Calculated was flustered, his eyes were a little evasive, and he didn't dare to finish watching Yan Moro, so he dealt with it casually.

"It's nothing, it's a gadget, it's just a plaything. ”

"Plaything?"

Wanyan Moro played with the strange piece of iron in his hand, and looked at it carefully, the sharp dagger unconsciously pointed on Cord's chest.

Suddenly, he grabbed Colder's hair and pulled him roughly, and the sharp dagger in his hand instantly pressed against Cold's throat.

Wanyan Moro leaned close to Cold's ear, his face fierce and his voice low.

"If you don't explain it honestly, I'll immediately put this plaything in your mouth and let you swallow it alive!"

Cold's expression was a mixture of panic and nervousness, he didn't dare to resist, and he didn't want his hard work to be cheap for the other party.

"Well, this is a weapon that I have hidden for self-defense, it is not ready yet, it is being polished. ”

Cord's face was a little depressed, his breath was heavy and weak, the wound on his thigh was still slowly oozing blood, and his body was getting weaker and weaker.

Wanyan Moro looked at the poor man in front of him, and without saying a word, his face slowly became gloomy.

He had run out of patience.

With a wave of his hand, Wanyan Moro stood up.

The two fierce slave men next to him stepped forward with a sneer, and they were going to kill Cold, and someone naturally shared the blame for him afterwards.

Suddenly, a picture from his usual life flashed through his mind, and gradually coincided with the strange iron piece in his hand.

Wanyan Moro stopped abruptly, looking at the strange piece of iron in his palm, and his expression was a little suspicious for a while.

"Wait!"

He waved his hand to stop the two slave subordinates.

Looking down again, Wanyan Moro carefully looked at the strange piece of iron in his hand, looking at the many uneven and convex shapes on it, comparing them with those in his memory.

His expression was inexplicable, even a little mysterious.

"You two, get out first!"

The two slave men with tattooed arms stood there in some astonishment, but they did not dare to question.

Although they were confused, the two obediently walked out and closed the cell door by the way.

The smile on the corner of Wanyan Moro's mouth was mysterious and unpredictable, and he approached and crouched down again, looking at Cold, who was powerless to lean against the wall.

"Hehe, you say this is a weapon for self-defense?"

Raising his hand, he held up the strange piece of iron in his hand to Cold's eyes.

Wanyan Moro looked strange, and his mouth spoke, his voice was extremely low, and it was difficult for others to hear at all, but a pair of eyes were fixed on Cord's eyes.

"But it's a key!"

"You want to jailbreak !!"

The voice was low, but it was like a thunderclap!

The originally paralyzed Cord's pupils constricted instantly, his expression changed greatly, and his weak body was unconsciously shocked, which was undetectable.

All of this was clearly seen by Wanyan Moro.

Cord's heart shook violently, filled with deep fear and panic, and he completely lost his usual calm.

His heart was in turmoil.

No way, it's too dangerous.

If you say that in the face of Wanyan Moro's revenge today, your life may be in danger, and although Berg and Green are injured, they have a good chance of surviving.

But if the key he made is recognized on the spot, the prison escape plan will be completely exposed.

In the face of the strict rules of the black prison, there will be no chance of recovery, and the three of them will definitely die!

It may even be a disaster to his brother Rhodes, who may still survive without news.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you kidding, why can't I understand?!"

Cold's pupils were filled with fear and despair, and his mind was in turmoil.

"Calm down, calm down!"

His hands were clutching his flesh desperately, and Cord tried to let the sharp pain stimulate him, making his face look calm.

Ignoring Colder's inability to disguise and unconvincing performances, Wanyan Moro knew everything.

He shoved the strange piece of iron back into Cord's arms, helping him gently smooth the neckline of his prison suit.

Quietly staring at Cold's dodgy, nervous, frightened eyes in front of him, Wan Yan Moro looked inexplicable, just whispered calmly.

"Whatever you're going to do, count me in. "You have to find the latest chapters by yourself when you read books?