Yin Xueli was tied to a chair, and her bumpy figure showed a kind of fullness and softness that led to crime under the binding of ropes, panting slightly, and looking frightened, which can arouse the deepest evil desires in men's hearts. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 In front of the bound girl, through the iron railing, there was a blood-drenched body, and it was impossible to tell whether it was dead or alive from some faded photographs, and a man dressed like a torture officer dragging a money rattail pigtail that could especially show his status as a slave sat on the ground, as if he saw a black-clad Grim Reaper emerge from hell and prepare to slash him with a scythe. This strange picture naturally does not have the appeal of a movie poster, but Silver Dust still dragged it to his eyes with joy.

“findyou。 A tiny evil smile appeared on Silver Dust's face, and that smile was as terrifying as an evil god with his black eyes at the moment.

"Who are you? Why...... Blow these up?"

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that my mantle master is Mr. Demon Heart, and that's enough. As for whether I have some more clever soul locking secret technique than the 'Wind Chime Gu', that's not something you can know, I think you also know, my life is very cheap, if I die, I will die, and if I am crippled, I will be crippled, it's not a big deal, but if the soul locking secret technique on my body is accidentally triggered by you, then ...... I can't tell you what happened next. After all, for the sake of his mantle master, the mantle teacher insists on arresting your family members and eating them, and I really can't stop it. ”

The conversation began abruptly at this moment, and Silver Dust didn't know any previous information about Yin Xueli after her arrest, and the entire Dark Great Prophecy Technique was only running at full speed at this moment. Yinchen heard a voice in the conversation, it was the master of the Convergence Dao who kidnapped Yin Xueli, and he also judged through the voice that the hanging body was the Convergence Master - the torture he received had made his body unrecognizable, which was enough to see how inhumane the punishment of the northerners was.

"It seems that I have been harmed by my swastika seal. ”

Silver Dust continued to watch the movie-like "prophecies", which he knew were inaccurate—the more he intervened, the more inaccurate they became, and if he left them alone, those images would almost certainly come true. Yinchen quietly turned up the speed of the "film", watching the master of the merger deceive a pill to restore his combat ability in a few words, Yinchen's pupils shrank sharply, he could almost imagine that the guy would successfully escape from prison, after all, a master of the merger path, if he was not restrained by the torture instrument that sealed the vitality in time, there was almost no cage that could trap him.

He "fast-forwarded" a little further, roughly the equivalent of a day, and then paused to take in the sight that was about to happen—

[Twenty-eight of the first month of the eighth year of Showa, early morning, location unknown]

Sakura sat in the center of the prison, a chain was fastened around his neck, the chain was made of very strong iron, without any special materials to suppress vitality, except for a glittering brass lock on the iron door of the wide cage, the entire cage only had such an iron chain as the last means of restraint, not that Beichen Xing was negligent in his duties, but he didn't know if the torture flail that restricted the vitality would suddenly trigger the damn soul-locking secret technique on Sakura Shixuan's body.

Soul Locking Secret Technique, this is the name of the Demon Pavilion or today's Demon Heart Villa, in fact, the official name of this remote Yuan Gathering style should be called "Qi Vein", that is to say, it is actually more closely related to Yuan Qi, if a body is under the "Qi Vein" Mark, that will definitely trigger an alarm because of poor breath (such as injury, being sealed dantian, or death, or chaos, etc.), this kind of alarm can be perceived and accurately located by specific people far away through a special heavenly rule of the wind element, this thing is actually a little more advanced than those bone waist cards in the black air building, and it is one of the crystallization of civilization that has gradually developed on the wind source continent after the change of the heavenly rules. In today's world, most of the important figures in the ten major sects or the imperial power of the north and south have such a thing. Being planted with qi veins will make the breath oscillate when the Juyuan style is activated, so that the Juyuan type cannot be generated, and the process is extremely complicated, and the cost is as high as building a garden. Such a tricky and strange captive on the Beichen Star stall is simply a blood mold that has been poured for eighteen lifetimes.

Beichen Xing was forced by the pressure of the "Qi Vein" or "Soul Locking Secret Technique" on Sakura Shixuan's body, and he didn't dare to take strict care of him at all, and even thought about releasing him behind his back, after all, there was actually no direct conflict of interest between him and Sakura Shixuan, and the revenge of the old man who was killed by the blood grinder had been repaid through a cold-blooded feast, and both sides were in a delicate balance between nominally not sharing the sky at this time, but in fact the well water did not violate the river water. Beichen Xing knew that he could be a "male slave" under the claws of Jianzhou slaves and worked hard to climb to a high position, not because of how strong his hiding ability was, most likely because after ten years, coupled with the tragic death of the mastermind Yan Xueluo, Mr. Demon Heart probably no longer plans to delve into this matter, after all, the Demon Dao, all of them are the word "profit".

Of course, if the North Star Bar Sakura Shixuan is killed or abolished, or even handed over to the Northern Military Law for disposal, then Mr. Demon Heart will have enough excuse for him to experience the more terrifying death of the cold-blooded feast. Beichenxing didn't dare to take this risk, he would rather risk being dismissed and investigated by the northerners to secretly let Sakura Shixuan go, anyway, according to the general rules on the rivers and lakes, the kindness of releasing people and horses will naturally be repaid by releasing people and horses.

Beichen Xing, who had this idea, reached a tacit understanding with Sakura Shixuan who was locked up in prison, not only did Sakura Shixuan's cell not only have no facilities to suppress vitality, but also very lacking guards, except for 2 soldiers and jailers who were not treated well and thought about deserting every day, only a "private slave" who was so old that he couldn't walk was used as a handyman to deliver water and food, and the keys on the cells were kept in the hands of this old and even a little confused old vegetable gang.

Sakura Shixuan sat in the center of the cell like this, deliberately putting on a sad face and closing his eyes and pondering, as if he knew that the death row prisoner who asked the autumn queen was thinking about the philosophical meaning of death, but in fact, he had been sitting in the Juyuan style arranged by himself for a whole day, except for 2 meals, and he had never moved a single inch except for 2 meals, and his internal organs were frantically converting every trace of energy in the shoddy prison meal he ate into vitality and compressing it into the dantian, and there were no impurities to waste at all, so there was no problem with the size of the solution。 He just sat there, like an inferior statue abandoned in a garbage dump. The two scoundrel-like lazy and sloppy jailers were sarcastic and insulting at him at first, but later when they looked at his stone-like expression, they also felt bored, so they didn't even bother to sweep the tail of his eyes. Those 20-year-old young man, who is already full of complaints and ridicule about life, and extremely irresponsible for his work, if he is willing to seriously observe this stone-carved prisoner, observe the layout of his cell, observe the chains around his neck, or even just sense the breath around him, I am afraid that he will find an extremely serious hidden danger, and he will scream and go to his chief officer.

The Iron Law of the North: The prisoner escapes, and the jailer dies.

However, in addition to giggling and laughing at the no less than 20 prisoners in this row of cells all day long, only the two were left drinking and playing with women, and they didn't know what means they used, they could always bring back one or two female prisoners who participated in the rebellion, and play with them wantonly, anyway, those who had anything to do with the thugs who rushed to kill the capital on the evening of the twenty-seventh day were all capital crimes of razing the Nine Clans, just play, the jailer would not be responsible, and those poor girls had nothing to resist and complain, of course, some girls would take the initiative to offer their courtesy, because this would mean that they would be relieved of the opportunity to be tortured at the hands of the torture officer。 These poor girls, in order to suffer less flesh and skin, can only use their bodies as bribes.

For example, now, in this cell, in addition to the low and painful moans of many injured but untreated prisoners, there is only the gasps and screams of women who have been in the air for a long time, and the voice is full of sultry pleasure and implied helplessness and humiliation, but there is no trace of pain, because these jailers can at least reach some kind of tacit understanding with these girls, and the jailers are happy, so they will naturally treat these poor girls with a thousand knives.

"It sounds like it's less than thirteen or fourteen years old, but it's a pity, such a delicate and lovely little girl is only a tael of gold when she sells it to the Qinglou!" After half a night and a whole day of recovery, he finally made up for the cultivation of the Merge Dao realm. At this moment, he was slowly stretching his legs, which were barely conscious, relaxing the muscles of his whole body, and making final preparations. He knows what to do, what to do, and he and Beichenxing are both complete demons, and they can tacitly understand each other. Beichenxing didn't dare to take him in, and he was embarrassed to stay here, right?

"I don't know when they will be done, thirteen-year-old girl, but she can't stand the repeated tossing, just get it once a night, be careful and die." Sakura Shixuan was talking to himself, smashing his mouth, the prison environment was bad, and he didn't even have to drink the lowliest "cannon light" soju, and he didn't even have much cold water, so he stayed here for a day, only to feel that his mouth was salty and bitter.

"I'm rubbing, why can't I finish it? These two bastards aren't going to patrol the prison today? I don't want to stay in this kind of ghost place for an extra day!" Another hour passed, and the time for the inspection of the prison had passed, and the two of them didn't come over, Sakura Shixuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious, he was carrying the secret order of Mr. Demon Heart, so he couldn't waste time here.

He stood up, looked around first, and made sure that no one was paying attention to him, so he shrank into the corner and secretly twisted the chains around his neck.

He listened intently, and his eardrums were filled with the little girl's screams of pain. "Look, you've hurt someone, you're still messing with it? Hey, you're going to die after a few hits. He muttered as he waited patiently for the girl's increasingly shrill cry.

"Don't!Don't!Master!I can't stand it!Let the slave family slow down!ah-" "Click!" At the moment when the girl's heart-wrenching screams reached their highest point, a cracking crunch was well masked, except for Sakura Shixuan nearby, I'm afraid no one heard it, right?

Sakura Shigen held the broken chain in his hand, quietly walked to the tattered straw mat in the middle of the cell, hid the severed head in the straw mat, and then stuffed another section of the shackles around his neck that was only 1 meter long and short into the straw mat. Sakura sat down and listened intently for a while, only to hear the two jailers swearing and swearing, so he quickly retreated and continued to pose in his shoddy statue-like sitting posture.

The sound of footsteps sounded slowly, and there were unceremonious shouts and reprimands, and an unfamiliar voice that Sakura Shixuan had never heard suddenly sounded: "You two! Don't patrol the prison to fool around here! Do you know that Lord Fang Dian is going to investigate in two hours? You don't want your head to die, do you? You actually made such a thing in the torture room! and killed people...... What are you doing in a daze!Hurry up and clean up the patrol prison!Being discovered by Lord Fang Dian, he can't even save Lao Tzu's head!" Then there were a few whip twitches and a few screams.

"Damn! It's someone again!" "Sakura Shixuan felt that his lips were even saltier and more bitter after hearing that voice, he originally planned to easily deal with these two useless little rabbit cubs, and escape from prison to carry out the important task of the division, but before he started to act, he killed a guy with unknown strength, how good is this? If that guy with a loud voice is an old monster like Beichen Xing, he Sakura Shixuan will not have any chance - the name of Mr. Demon Heart can only scare Beichen Xing alone.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and Sakura Shixuan's breathing has become high-frequency and heavy, and when the footsteps are close to a certain level, he suddenly relaxes again, his breathing is steady, and the old god is here, because the 4 people have approached 5 zhang, that is, within 15 meters, he can sense the cultivation realm of those 4 people through the gangfeng - but the ants.

"I, Sakura Shixuan, was once the chief disciple of the Demon Pavilion, mortal. Sakura Shixuan chuckled a little bit, he untied his hair and pulled it a few times to cover his face, looking like an Emperor Chongzhen who was about to hang himself. He was dressed in tattered black robes, and sat down on the center of the prison like a stone sculpture, as if he would not move for a thousand or ten thousand years, and no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a relic left by the heavenly demon after his ascension in the mythological story. His blood was coagulated, and although he had recovered from his injuries under the large gain of the Juyuan Style, his wheat-colored skin was still covered with black-brown blood scabs, illuminated by the only oil lamp in the cell, almost like a statue of a demon, and even exuded a hideous feeling like a flood. He casually scattered the Juyuan style, and a wisp of wind reluctantly swirled around him before disappearing. At this moment, the sound of the door opening the door was coming from the cell next door.

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