But if you think about it, it's not so much of a fuss.

This dragon slayer is the killer of the Hundred Ghost Gate, and the Jiang family will naturally give the Hundred Ghost Gate a face.

Presumably, in this matter of the Jade Emperor's desperation, the Jiang family and the Hundred Ghost Sect reached a simple agreement.

Therefore, Jiang Wuying will let the dragon slayer be present every time.

"A pair of little mandarin ducks, are you awake?" Jiang Wuying walked over and said with a smile.

Zhang Zichen did not answer.

It was Ding Yao, who pulled the chains on his body, and said angrily: "You guys quickly let us go, let us go!"

"Let you go, it's simple, you tell the secret of the Jade Emperor's vein, and I'll let you go. Jiang Wuying laughed.

"Patriarch Jiang, I said as early as three days ago, as long as you release Ding Yao, I will tell you the secret of the Jade Emperor's absolute vein. Zhang Zichen said loudly.

"Really?" Jiang Wuying said with a smile, "But if we don't let Ding Yao go, you're not going to tell us this secret, are you?"

"You ......" Zhang Zichen wanted to scold this Jiang Wuying for being too despicable, but scolding him didn't seem to be of great benefit to him, so Zhang Zichen held back.

Zhang Zichen's expression, Jiang Wuying saw it in his eyes, and he sneered: "Zhang Zichen, what's wrong with you? At the beginning, you can scold if you want, even if you are under Ling Chi capital punishment, you don't want to spit out a word." But now, for the sake of a woman, you have repeatedly begged for mercy and swallowed your anger many times, why is this?"

Zhang Zichen stared at Jiang Wuying coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Wuying, remember everything you gave me today, sooner or later, I will return it!"

"Sooner or later, one day?" Jiang Wuying was stunned, "Zhang Zichen, you will die in my hands today, let alone in the future, even if I let you live for a while longer, you will still be tied up here by me, and you will be tortured by Ling Chi again and again, do you think you can still seek revenge from us?"

Hearing Jiang Wuying and Zhang Zichen chattering non-stop, Jiang Wufeng behind him was already a little impatient.

He took a step forward, rushed in front of Zhang Zichen, raised an ice attribute torture knife, and plunged it into Zhang Zichen's chest.

"Big brother, don't talk to this kid, Jiang Rong died in his hands, and I have to make him suffer the pain of Ling Chi's capital punishment every three days. Jiang Wufeng slashed down with a knife and said fiercely, "I want Zhang Zichen to regret it forever." ”

The fire-attribute torture knife can make Zhang Zichen suffer from the fire poison, but this ice-attribute torture knife makes Zhang Zichen shiver, as if he is in a 10,000-year-old ice cellar, freezing so much that the muscles and blood vessels in his body are about to burst.

With a snort, a large piece of skin on Zhang Zichen's chest was cut off by Jiang Wufeng with a knife, revealing the bright red muscles inside.

Zhang Zichen screamed in pain and gasped.

Seeing this, Ding Yao hurriedly shouted: "Don't, don't! You come at me, come at me! Don't hurt him!"

When Jiang Wufeng heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Yes! I almost forgot, there is a little beauty around here!"

Zhang Zichen was immediately alert and said in a panic: "Jiang Wufeng, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Wufeng laughed, and then casually took out a black knife from the black box that Jiang Yunchang was holding, this knife was a bit like the tail sting of the black gold poisonous scorpion.

Sure enough, this Jiang Wufeng smiled and said, "Zhang Zichen, do you know what kind of knife this is?"

"Jiang Wufeng, I don't care what kind of knife you are, there is a kind of you coming at me!" Zhang Zichen roared angrily.

"Hahaha! Zhang Zichen, more than forty years ago, you killed my son, how much pain has reached in my heart, you should have a little understanding by now. Jiang Wufeng said, "And now, I will spare you, but I will also start to do it to the people closest to you." By the way, Zhang Zichen, this Ding Yao, is it your closest person?"

Zhang Zichen took a deep breath, although Ding Yao was not his closest person, but Ding Yao was one of his friends, just by virtue of this, Zhang Zichen definitely didn't want to see Ding Yao being tortured.

"Zhang Zichen, let me tell you! Your knife is called a poisonous scorpion torture knife, which has the poison of a black gold poisonous scorpion. Later, as long as I use this knife and lightly cut a few knives on the little beauty's face, her beautiful face will have a permanent scar! This is an incurable scar, what, a little happy?"

Seeing Zhang Zichen in a hurry, Jiang Wufeng came to Ding Yao with a scorpion knife and swung a few times.

"Jiang Wufeng, don't touch my senior sister, you kind of come at me, come at me! You despicable villain!"

"Jiang Wufeng, I beg you, let her go, kill me ......"

However, hearing Zhang Zichen roaring and begging for mercy, Jiang Wufeng was even more excited and looking forward to it.

More than forty years, the moment his son died, he decided that if he did not kill Zhang Zichen in this life, he would swear not to be a man.

Now, Jiang Wufeng has the opportunity to see Zhang Zichen's beloved die in torture, how can this make him stop this pleasure.

As a result, the poisonous scorpion torture knife in Jiang Wufeng's hand slowly moved on Ding Yao's left face.

"Well, this little beauty's skin is very white and crystal clear. ”

"By the way, what should I draw on her face? Draw a circle, draw a square, or draw a five-pointed star?"

"Okay, okay, there are too few circles and squares, or I'll draw a five-pointed star on her face!"

Jiang Wufeng's words were deliberately said to Zhang Zichen.

Moreover, the knife in Jiang Wufeng's hand began to move on Ding Yao's face.

Black blood was left on Ding Yao's fair skin.

However, Ding Yao closed her eyes tightly, and even though she was in tears, she didn't say a word.

But Zhang Zichen was different, he began to yell, yelling in pain!

"Jiang Wufeng, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Jiang Wufeng! Come at me! Come at me!"

However, Jiang Wufeng did not stop, he slowly, carefully, drew a very regular five-pointed star on Ding Yao's left face.

After drawing a small five-pointed star, Jiang Wufeng smiled again: "Zhang Zichen, otherwise, next, I will draw a circle on her face and draw a moon?" Haha, let's draw a moon first, I like the moon." ”

Saying that, regardless of Zhang Zichen's roar, Jiang Wufeng drew a moon on Ding Yao's face again.

The effect of this poisonous scorpion torture knife was clear and clear to everyone present.

The skin cut by it will never heal, which means that the right side of Ding Yao's face has been completely disfigured.

And Jiang Wufeng didn't seem to have enough of it, he stretched out the scorpion torture knife again, aimed at Ding Yao's right cheek, and said, "Well, next, it's her turn to be the right cheek." What are you drawing on the right side of your face? Drawing a small animal?"

"Jiang Wufeng, you stop for me, stop!" However, Zhang Zichen shouted out his throat, and Jiang Wufeng didn't stop.