Wen Ning raised her eyebrows, she not only passed, but also jumped back and forth in front of the officials.

The official didn't come up in one breath and fainted on the spot.

"Hey, brother, don't faint!" Wen Ning walked and took two steps to catch the servant and hold down the others.

The servant, who had not fainted and woke up halfway, opened his eyes and saw Wen Ning's face, his eyes rolled and he was about to faint.

Wen Ning grabbed his collar and slapped him twice.

The official woke up.

He asked with swollen cheeks, "What the hell are you going to do?" ”

Wen Ning smiled, "I said, look for the murderer." I don't want to carry another killing pot. ”

Officer: Otherwise, I'd better faint.

Thinking like this, the official fainted again.

This time, Wen Ning didn't wake up the servant, but instead straightened her sleeves and put her hands in her pockets, and was about to start her reasoning, and her head ached.

Wen Ning fainted.

The official dusted off the dust and laughed: "Sample, ginger is still old and spicy!" Take. ”

With a wave of his hand, the people under his hand handled Wen Ning and the others in a nest, and imprisoned them in prison together with the villagers of Shengli Ao.

The reason given by the officials was for harboring criminals.

A group of people were crammed into a small cell, and passer-by A seemed to be a VIP, not to mention the luxurious bed, bathtub, screen, and wardrobe in a single cell.

Passerby Yi pulled on the railing and roared, "Why does he live in such a place? ”

"He is the unfinished wife of our official master."

In a word, let passerby B shut up.

Passerby A: There is a saying that MMP doesn't know whether to say or not.

Compared with these two, several other players seem much calmer.

Duan even squatted in the far corner of the cell, holding a saw in his hand to carefully sawing wood.

Wen Goudan directly learned fortune-telling and threw stones wildly.

Song Yi leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

As for the warm lemon -

She is being tied to the torture rack cos God.

A basin of water was splashed, Wen Ning was sober, and his blurred vision gradually became clear, and he saw the servant sitting on a stool and laughing.

Her sharp gaze swept across the officer's face, and the officer sat down with a smile retracted and obediently sat down.

Wait, this woman is tied, what am I afraid of!

After realizing it, the official realized that his movements were gradually presumptuous, and he waved his hand at the person next to him with Erlang's legs.

The charges written in black and white were presented to Wen Ning.

"Sign it, so as not to endure the pain of flesh and skin."

Wen Ning lowered her eyes and closed her eyes.

Who wrote this indictment is too ...... Too bad! Describing the same event in three different paragraphs, it is hard not to suspect that the person who wrote the charge was writing it in order to make up the number of words.

Her loveless expression made the official feel very good, "Hurry up and sign it, you are ...... too"

The official said and looked at Wen Ning with obscene eyes, "Tsk, maybe you serve me well, and I can still ......."

"Phew!"

Wen Ning's saliva spit on the face of the official impartially, successfully annoying the officer.

"Quick, bring that guy up, I'm going to make this guy always great!"

The official wiped away his spittle, looking angry.

The person on the side: "Do you really want to carry it up?" ”

"Lift!"

After receiving an accurate answer, the man shouted behind him: "Quickly bring the uncomfortable and crying shiitake mushrooms to the painful torture device." ”

Clams?

(°ー°〃)

Wen Ning couldn't believe her ears for a while.

What...... What...... What?!

Looking at the solemn and solemn appearance of this group of people, Wen Ning felt that she had escaped.

The three men came carrying a long bench with a pier at the end of which was a feather tied with wire.

Wen Ning: This ......

She didn't know how to describe it.

In an instant, Wen Ning was untied from the torture rack and tied to a bench.

Her shoes were forcibly ripped open, and her fair feet were exposed to the air, and the soles of her feet were aimed at feathers.

Could it be—

Wen Ning's pupils shook, no longer as calm as just now.

The official smiled proudly, "Are you afraid?" It's late! ”

"Punishment!"

The feathers swayed in the wind, and the tail scratched the palms of Wen Lemon's feet.

Wen Ning closed her lips tightly and resisted stubbornly, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Her laughter ejected through the walls and gradually fell into the ears of those still in prison, and the laughter gradually turned sour.

From the original hahaha to clucking to clucking to clucking!

Frightened, Wen Goudan's hand shook and calculated a certain death.

He hurriedly pulled the door frame, trying to see which of the cubs was disturbing him to bathe (referring to scratching his head), burning incense (referring to breaking three straws at random), and praying for blessings (referring to fortune telling).

There was another burst of laughter, only this time the laughter was mixed with screams.

"What's going on!"

Wen Goudan poked his head out and looked at the wall at the end of the road, and the warm yellow firelight hit the wall, reflecting several figures.

In the four figures, the one who couldn't tell the gender was holding a person's neck and slowly raised his hand.

The man who was choked by the neck kicked wildly with his legs, and gradually lost his breath.

The man looked at the other two huddled at his side, who had not had to strike the pillar without his hand.

Wen Goudan was looking hard, and saw that the shadow of the madman emanating from the cloak was gradually shrinking, and it seemed that he was about to come out.

He quickly retracted his head, but halfway down his head only to find that his head was too big and stuck.

"Ouch, hurry, come and help me!"

Passers-by B and Song Yi rushed over when they heard the sound, and one of them grabbed one hand and pulled it hard.

"Whoa, you tap!"

Wen Goudan only felt that his ears were scraped by the wooden pole.

Passerby B looked at Song Yi at a loss, and Song Yi comforted: "Master Wen, don't be afraid, if you hurt us, we won't pull it." ”

"No...... No, if you don't shrink in, you'll come - hey! ”

The screams of killing pigs resounded throughout the cell.

Wen Goudan sat on the ground and hugged his head and cried, "Boy, what a move." ”

Song Yi: "After talking about it, I don't know what Master Wen just said about it?" ”

The warm dog egg adds oil and vinegar to the scene just seen.

The more Song Yi listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, he raised his eyes to the resentful gaze outside the cell, and asked with a smile, "Did the trick come over with a round thing in his hand?" ”

Wen Goudan squinted and thought, "That's right! ”

"Huh!"

Different voices rang out at the same time.

Wen Ning's index finger turned the key, and the dead fish's eyes stared at the people in the cell.

"Old man, I see that you live quite comfortably here, so it's better not to let you out."

Warm Dog Egg: QAQ

said that he would not let people come out, and Wen Ning opened the door with a slip in his hand.

After passer-by B, Song Yi, and Wen Goudan got out of the cell, Wen Ning hurriedly went to open the door of passer-by A's luxurious VIP single room.

After successfully rescuing passer-by, Wen Ning heard a voice not far from next door, "Wow Ka Ka!" ”

She took a step back and looked over, and saw Duan Geng leaning up to the sky and roaring.

"The hard work paid off, and I finally sawed off the wooden pole."

Duan Geng raised his foot and kicked the wooden pole to get out of the prison, not forgetting to turn around and shout at the people in the cell: "Quick, let's ............ Rise? What about people? ”

He looked left and right, but did not find the three men in the same cell.

He turned his back to the three of them sawing wood, how did the three of them change?

(End of chapter)