Meng Ke's eyebrows raised slightly, and he said lazily: "Maybe you will be disappointed, girl, the surname is not easy to howl, let alone moan, and, if possible, the four slaps of Fang Cai, surnamed Meng, will be returned twice." ”

Huang Shanshan was so angry that her whole body trembled, she trembled, pointed at Meng Ke and said, "You...... You...... You ......"

The big-eared, serious-faced jade-faced scholar took a step forward at this moment, opened the bow left and right with both palms, and with a wave of blows, Meng Ke's face was full of blood, his cheeks were bruised, and his ears rang like thunder, he said gloomily: "It's so bad, you dare to be hard-mouthed, you are in the wrong place as a hero!" ”

Meng Ke shook his head, licked his lips, and said casually: "Your Excellency's surname? ”

The scholar smiled coldly and said in a deep voice: "Ask your mother's dog to fart!." ”

Meng Cai thought for a moment and said quietly: "'You are a mongrel. ”

The scholar snorted and said, "How?" ”

Meng Ke sucked his bleeding lips and said indifferently: "Nothing, I just want that only in this situation can you dare to exert power on me." ”

The jade-faced scholar's eyes widened suddenly, and he said fiercely: "The surname is this, if you want to use the agitation method on Zhang, you are wrong, Zhang will not let you go!" ”

Meng Ke looked up at him and said, "I understand that you won't let go, if in normal times, I'm just afraid that you won't be able to provoke me." ”

The white flesh on the jade-faced scholar's face twitched, and he said coldly: "Very unfortunate, Meng Ke, the uncle didn't meet you at that time, but when he met you, it was this embarrassing image in front of you, no matter how ruthless you are, no matter how famous you are, but you were beaten under the hands of the uncle, your nose and eyes are swollen!" ”

Meng Ke smiled indifferently, probably affecting the injury, and his brows furrowed: "It doesn't matter, because the methods you use are not bright, if you come in a dignified manner, I can slaughter you eight alive by myself!" ”

The jade-faced scholar suddenly laughed, and when he laughed, he slapped his palms again, causing Meng Ke's head to tilt left and right, and blood foam splashed.

After a while, his hands were tired, so he stopped in laughter, squinted and asked, "Now, are you still hard-mouthed?" ”

Meng Ke's upper and lower lips were cracked, and his cheeks were all purple, he moved his swollen mouth, and said with difficulty: "This is just the beginning, the more fierce is still to come, until I can't say it, I naturally won't say it again." ”

The jade-faced scholar smiled coldly and said, "You are not stupid, the surname is Meng, and the more fierce punishment is really still to come." ”

The old woman took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Brother, this is the first way, right?" ”

The jade-faced scholar nodded and said, "Auntie, you probably want to burn this house immediately?" ”

The old woman smiled noncommittally, stared at Meng Ke, and said stiffly: "I won't slap his mouth, I will make you try something more delicious." ”

She nodded at the jade-faced scholar and smiled viciously, and the jade-faced scholar turned around and shouted, "Someone." ”

With his shout, two polite men dressed in silk and gray robes came in outside the stone gate, each holding a black lacquered wooden box with a square foot.

The jade-faced scholar blinked and said, "You go and wait for Aunt He, you have to make him comfortable." ”

These two polite men bowed slightly to the jade-faced scholar, and came to Meng Ke expressionlessly, one of them opened his wooden box, took out a sharp knife, gently pulled out a hair and tried it, the hair was broken, he smiled with satisfaction, dipped the knife into a bottle of green liquid medicine in the wooden box, and after a while, he took it out, and tore Xiang Zhen's clothes, revealing his chest.

This man's eyes were wide open, his nostrils were cruelly wide open, and he slowly cut the knife into Xiang Zhen's skin, the blade was so sharp, he only used a little force, and he had already cut a shallow, inch-long bloody wound.

Meng Ke's eyes were half-open, still lying so lightly and idlely, as if the knife was cut on someone else's body, looking so calm and serene, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

The knife bearer cut one by one, until the tenth cut was broken, he put back the knife, his knife just put down, Meng Ke had already felt a sour and itchy feeling in the cut by him, this sour and itchy feeling became more and more intense, as if thousands of ants and insects were wriggling, biting, extremely painful.

He secretly gritted his teeth, his eyes were still half-closed, and his face was expressionless, for a long time, the knife holder found that Xiang Zhen did not react, and couldn't help but look at the bottle of liquid medicine in the box with some confusion, the jade-faced scholar smiled, and said: "Don't look at it, this medicine will not be effective, but our Uncle Meng's patience is superior, come on, little Liuzi, you can add some more weight to him." ”

The knife bearer who called Xiao Liuzi agreed, simply picked up the medicine bottle, and poured it on Xiang Zhen's chest, Meng Ke suddenly felt a burst of heat, and the sour and itchy pain suddenly increased tenfold, this pain has been drilled into the bones, and the four words of piercing the heart with a cone of flesh can no longer be completely described.

Five pairs of eyes stared at him so directly, Meng Ke closed his mouth tightly, and his teeth were almost crushed, but his face was still like a flood of autumn water, flat and waveless.

After a while—

The jade-faced scholar scratched his nostrils with his little fingers, and said in a deep voice: "The surname is Meng, the uncle can't stop you from tossing and wailing, even if you can't be a first-class person in the magic world!" ”

Meng Ke tried his best to squeeze out a sneering smile, such a cold smile, the lady on one side had already snorted angrily, flew up and kicked his right cheek, a puddle of blood on the tip of his toe, and Meng Ke's white and tender right cheek instantly cracked a bloody mess!

Xiao Liuzi, who was squatting on the ground, moved quickly, grabbed a pinch of salt in the wooden box, took the opportunity to fill the wound on Meng Ke's face, and gave a slap in the face.

Meng Ke lay on his back calmly, his eyelids didn't move, he was so peaceful, so peaceful that people wondered if he still had feelings on him.

The jade-faced scholar frowned, and motioned to another man who was standing quietly with his hands down, and the man also squatted down, opened the wooden box, and took out a wooden stick with a red handle of five inches, this wooden stick was about the thickness of a copper coin, and there was a thick layer of black gelatinous object at the top, he pressed the wooden stick Meng Ke's chest, and suddenly pulled it up, so a piece of skin the size of a copper coin on Xiang Zhen's body was also torn off with the pull of the wooden stick!

The baton man seemed to be very interested in his action, and kept pressing and pulling up, pulling up and pressing, and after a while, the skin of Meng Ke's arms, chest, and ribs was already blurred and mottled, and the red and tender fresh meat was mixed with the miserable blood, and the appearance was unbearable.

The little six who were squatting on the side grinned, grabbed a large handful of salt, and slowly sprinkled it on these wounds, while still staining the salt and rubbing it vigorously on those red and tender wounds.

Meng Ke lay motionless, there was no expression on his bloodstained face, not even a muscle twitch, if he wasn't still breathing slightly, others would think he was dead.