"Don't move, or my knife may not be stable......" That knife is the saber carried by the guards of the eldest grandson family, although it is not a treasure knife, but it can also be said to be sharpened like clay, and at this time, the wrist of the person holding the knife kept shaking, as if he could accidentally cut a bloody wound on the white and pure neck of the eldest grandson Xiaowen in front of him at any time.

"Don't move, I will never move, senior, master, adult, master...... Please don't shake your hands......" Eldest Sun Xiaowen can already feel the cold feeling on his neck, and even some pain, he won't really be unstable......

Wen Ziming still had the cynical smile on his face, but the knife in his hand was more stable, and he was no longer trembling: "You go back and use Uncle Xiong to relieve me, remember not to play tricks, you can't beat me......"

Listening to his words, and then looking at the dungeon gate that was already five or six steps away from him, the eldest grandson Xiaowen had no choice but to sigh and turn around and walk towards the dungeon.

At this moment, the sound of the door closing from behind completely cut off the last trace of his thoughts, remembering that it was still the rule he had set before, when he interrogated the prisoners inside, no one was allowed to enter. Oh, what a sin, what a sin......

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"Don't kill me...... If you kill me, you won't be able to get out...... I...... I can give you everything you want......" The eldest grandson Xiaowen was tied to the Binding God Pillar, tremblingly looking at Wen Ziming who was still smiling in front of him, and the big man next to him who was dressed in black hair and was half a body taller than ordinary people, and kept begging for mercy.

The five guards and the dungeon guard who took the lead in had already woken up, but when they saw the big man in front of him covered in hair, they really couldn't muster the courage to resist, and they all obediently stood against the wall.

"Don't talk non-stop, you won't say good things, but you will have a lot of begging for mercy...... You can give me what we want, how are you going to give it to us......" The knife in Wen Ziming's hand was on the neck of the eldest grandson Xiaowen again, and the smiling face seemed to be tightly attached to his face, and the frightened eldest grandson Xiaowen hurriedly rushed to say:

"Let my father come, he knows that I will grant your request in your hands......"

"Okay, then ......" Wen Ziming looked back at the group of people standing in the corner, and pointed to the dungeon guard, "You go, call the national teacher......

"Me?" The man was stunned when he saw Wen Ziming suddenly pointing at him.

"MD, you go quickly, go and call my father and let him redeem me......" Seeing him stunned, the eldest grandson Xiaowen hurriedly scolded.

"Oh, yes!" the man understood, and it seemed that he was really going to call him out to call someone, and hurriedly ran wildly, and in a short time disappeared outside the dungeon door.

"Hehe, adult, master ......" Changsun Xiaowen looked at the long knife that was still hanging on his neck, and tried to squeeze out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "You see that he has gone out to call someone, can you put the knife down." ”

"Put down the knife?" Wen Ziming looked at the knife in his hand, suddenly scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I forgot, but since you mentioned it, I might as well put it here for a while, and ask you a few more questions by the way?"

"Ahh......h

"Okay, let me ask you where is that stone chip now?"

"Stone chips?" Eldest Sun Xiaowen was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then remembered the dispute in the market, remembering that the stone chip was on his body, and hurriedly replied, "The stone chip is in my storage ring, right here...... That one...... I can't get it myself, why don't you take it yourself?" Eldest Sun Xiaowen twisted his body and found that he couldn't move at all, so he said to Wen Ziming in embarrassment.

Wen Ziming heard this, hurriedly threw away the knife, and reached out to pull the ring from the eldest grandson Xiaowen's hand.

Without looking at the contents at that time, Wen Ziming put the ring away: "There is another question, where did this stone flake come from, and are there any others?"

Seeing Wen Ziming put the ring away without looking at it, the eldest grandson Xiaowen couldn't help but say: "My lord, don't you take a look......?"

"Answer my question......"

Seeing Wen Ziming's smile gradually fade, the eldest grandson Xiaowen didn't care about the treasures in the ring, and hurriedly replied: "I don't know, my father asked someone to sell it, I just found a random boss for him to help sell it...... A while...... My father will come in a moment, you can ask him ......"

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"Where is Xiaowen?" After waiting for a long time, Wen Ziming began to yawn for a long time before he heard a sound of footsteps coming from outside the dungeon, accompanied by a sonorous shout.

"Father, father, where am I here......" Hearing this voice, the eldest grandson Xiaowen, who had been drooping his head, also raised his head excitedly and responded loudly.

The door of the dungeon was wide open, and the light shining from outside the door stretched the figure of the person who came, he carried his hands behind his back, and walked towards it step by step, followed by two people, one was the dungeon guard who had just gone out, and the other was a swordsman who resisted the big sword on his shoulder, burly and steady.

Seeing the three of them coming in, Wen Ziming and Xiong Boyong stood side by side, quietly waiting for them.

"You are very bold...... the man stopped moving a few steps away from the two of them, in this dark dungeon, neither side could see the other's face, but the majesty formed by the person who had been standing high above made people feel the pressure unconsciously.

"I'm a little timid, and I wouldn't have wanted to come here if your precious son hadn't invited me over...... It's so eerie and terrifying here, ...... scary" Wen Ziming was stunned for a moment when he saw the visitor, and then that familiar smile appeared on his face.

"Hmm, Xiaowen, what's going on?" the visitor didn't see Wen Ziming's expression clearly, but noticed that there seemed to be something else in what he said, so he turned his head and asked the figure who was still tied to the pillar.

"Ahh......h I ......" The eldest grandson Xiaowen, who had been shouting for help, heard the question of the eldest grandson Yigeng, and was suddenly stunned, and Ai Ai didn't know how to answer.

"Huh?" As soon as the eldest grandson Yigeng saw his baby son's appearance, he immediately understood that he must have taken the initiative to provoke and was killed as a result, and his face turned to Wen Ziming unchanged, "This ...... The old man will call you brother, no matter what Xiaowen did wrong, I apologize for him, but the old man also asks you to give me a thin face, just let him go......"