A dozen men in black surrounded the two of them as soon as they entered.

The middle-aged man with a cold face asked gloomily, "You are Yu Liang?" ”

Yu's conscience tightened, as soon as he saw these people in black, he knew that these people must have come to avenge Xiao Jiu.

What should come is always coming, although Yu Liang has not seen through life and death, but a man's responsibility must always be: "I am, it has nothing to do with my friend, you let him go." ”

The middle-aged man laughed: "I can't see it, you are still affectionate and righteous." ”

Han Li frowned, "Who are they?" ”

"It's none of your business, let's go."

"None of you can leave..."

Before the words fell, more than a dozen people rushed up.

These people are menacing, and no one knows that it is absolutely not good to be taken away by them.

Han Li had all his kung fu on that knife, and at this time, the two of them got up and were about to struggle, and in an instant, they didn't know how many punches and kicks they had hit all over their bodies.

"Tie them up, bring them back and I'll train them well."

When Yu Liang woke up, it was already night.

He was tied to a wooden stake in a large shape, and Han Li was right across from him, in the same situation as him at this time.

His eyes were swollen and he could only see through the small slit, and his mouth was stuffed with a rag.

The middle-aged man with a gloomy face had just knocked Han Li unconscious, and when he saw Yu Liang wake up, he couldn't help but grin.

His name is Gao Zhi, he has no other hobbies in this life, and all his happiness is based on the pain of others.

He was also very surprised that he could catch the two of them so smoothly this time.

He knew the ability of the ninth master, once he launched it with all his strength, his dozen or so people were not opponents at all.

He stretched out his hand and raised Yu Liang's jaw: "I really wonder, just by you, you can kill the Ninth Master?" ”

Yu Liang's mouth was gagged, and he couldn't speak at all, but he wanted to make a contemptuous expression, but now his face was swollen and he couldn't move at all.

Seeing that this time it is estimated that he will not survive, it is useless to pretend.

He let out a low growl of "whoa..." from his throat, indicating that he did not admit it.

The middle-aged man immediately punched him in the stomach seven or eight times, and the huge pain stimulated his stomach, and he wanted to vomit, but his mouth was gagged, and the vomit that came up from his stomach came to his mouth and swallowed it back.

Fortunately, he had severe pain all over his body, and he didn't react much to the sticky vomit left in his mouth.

Gao Zhi's hand is very measured, he doesn't want Yu Liang to die so soon, he hasn't played enough, Yu Liang was beaten very badly today, and his pain nerves are a little sluggish, he has to wait for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to serve him well.

"Don't think about talking, don't do anything, don't even think about provoking him, just stay like this, maybe there's a chance."

Yu Liang's second personality suddenly said in his brain, his voice surprisingly calm, completely different from the previous loud roar.

"What chance? I've had enough of this life, and I don't want to do it anymore."

He has no regrets about what he has done before, including the series of events caused by the grain given to Zhang Jing.

Whatever a person does, be prepared to bear the consequences.

It's just that this time it affected Han Li, and he couldn't bear it extremely much.

Originally, he had nothing to do with it.

He tried his best to keep his eyes open a little wider and look at Han Li on the other side, but no matter how hard he tried, it was still that slit.

The outside world is always that vague dark red.

He knew it might be retinal congestion caused by a blow to the eye.

He couldn't see it clearly, and only vaguely saw that the thin young man on the other side was covered in bruises.

He hung his head and didn't move.

Yu Liangbei comes from this, and this kind of mental trauma is ten thousand times stronger than physical pain.

Muddy tears mixed with blood flowed from his eyes, and he really wanted to shout: let him go, you can let me do anything...

But his mouth was gagged, and he couldn't say anything.

Gao Zhi saw the door: "It turns out that you feel sorry for him... Haha..."

He suddenly turned around and walked to Han Li's side, his fists kept swinging out and hitting Han Li's lower abdomen, but Han Li was like a rag bag, and no matter how he hit him, he didn't react.

Yu Liang felt like someone was pricking him in the heart with a needle, and he didn't want to try the pain of seeing his relatives suffering and not being able to do anything about it.

He twisted his body frantically, and his mouth came out with a vague syllable: "Hit...... Hungry... Beat...... Hungry..."

He would rather be beaten to death than see it.

Gao Zhi stopped, and if he continued to fight, he might be beaten to death, so it was better to enjoy this fun slowly.

And, there's a lot more to it in the back.

He clapped his hands, the door opened, and Zhang Jing and his husband walked in.

Zhu Hao's face was pale, if it weren't for this bastard playing with his wife, there would be no such thing as now, then he would definitely still be the boss here.

It's all to blame on this Yu Liang, he really deserves to die.

He grabbed Yu Liang's hair and punched him in the face, until his knuckles were red and swollen.

This is not only to vent the anger in his chest, but also to do it for the sake of the highest.

Yu Liang's eyes became more and more blurry, but his mind was extremely clear, and he even wondered if he was back to the light now.

"It's still far from death, don't move, don't try to provoke anyone, there's always a chance."

The voice of the second personality is extremely cold.

"It's better to live like this than to die..."

His eyes were swollen and red, and he couldn't see anything, only a faint light coming through.

"Fool, it's important to be alive, and only by living can you kill them all."

Since entering the door, Zhang Jing has been sobbing in a low voice, and now she can't bear it anymore, and suddenly cries loudly.

From beginning to end, it was he who harmed the boy.

But she couldn't say or do it, no matter what she said or did, Yu Liang would be tortured even more severely.

"Look, what do you get in return for your kindness?"

"Don't say it... Don't talk about it..."

Seeing Zhang Jing's sadness crying, Zhu Hao was even more angry: "Slut, can't you give up? I'm going to have to kill him..."

He rushed over again, grabbed Yu Liang's head with both hands, and slammed into the pillar behind him.

After hitting it seven or eight times in a row, Yu Liang's mind was full of echoes of "dong dong", and he had no doubt that if it went on like this, he would finish the game in a few clicks.

"That's enough, don't beat him to death...", Gao Zhi's cold voice came in time.

He walked in front of Yu Liang again, and at this time, Brother Qiang's Yu Liang had already lost his true face, and his face was swollen into a big steamed bun.

It was covered with blood, tears, snot and other miscellaneous things...

Yu Liang only felt that the faint light in front of him was suddenly blocked, and the cold voice seemed to come from hell: "Tomorrow, you will enjoy real pain." ”