Zheng Guangzong also saw that some cats were tired, and the legend said that there was a medicine that was similar to modern anesthetics, and after a person took it, he would lose his pain.

Could it be that Song Huaichong took such a medicine, otherwise Zheng Er would have broken two horse whips, how could he not beg for mercy?

"Zheng Er, you bastard, grandpa, I have the protection of the gods behind me, and I have an immortal body, you remember, if you smoke me now, I will return it to you a hundred, a thousand times in the future."

Song Huaichong was still laughing because he didn't feel pain, and even if Zheng Er abused him, he wouldn't care at all.

In ancient times, there was a lack of science, and some supernatural phenomena could not be explained, so they all attributed to the gods.

Zheng Er began to be a little timid, could it be that Song Huaichong was really blessed by the gods, otherwise, why didn't he know that it hurt?

"Song Huaichong, this young master's house contains the letters of the Liu family's bandits, was it stolen by you and others?" Zheng Guangzong became more and more suspicious of Song Huaichong at this moment.

"Zheng Guangzong, you yourself are a bandit, and you want to slander others, I will definitely want to tell the prince of the county and ask him to send troops to raid your whole family." Song Huaichong sneered at each other, so embarrassed.

In his opinion, Zheng Guangzong is also an embroidered pillow, but he can't.

"Give me ...... whip"

Zheng Guangzong stood up and stretched out his hand.

Zheng Er immediately handed over the horsewhip.

Zheng Guangzong raised his head and pumped it down fiercely.

His grandmother's, Song Huaichong not only did not wail or cry, but laughed: "Hahaha, it's so cool, there's nothing happier than grandpa now." ”

Zheng Guangzong gasped randomly, he really had no interest in smoking any more, is this his grandmother's still a human, is it just a beast?

"Young master, according to the small one, it's better to put him in a sack and sink into the river, it's too tiring." Zheng Er was deflated early, thinking that beating people was a happy thing, but in fact it was not.

"Bastard, even if you kill someone, you have to have a valid reason." Zheng Guangzong didn't want to kill people for no reason, and if he killed the wrong person, wouldn't it be a sin.

"But if he doesn't recruit, there's no way to take him?" Zheng Eryi sat on the ground with his buttocks, not caring whether the ground was clean or not, just one word, tired.

Zheng Guangzong threw the horsewhip, crossed his hands on his waist, and suddenly touched the baton hanging on his waist, and couldn't help but be happy: "You kid is not afraid of pain, you will always be afraid of numbness!" ”

Zheng Guangzong sneered, untied the black stick, and pointed at Song Huaichong: "Song Huaichong, Young Master Ben will give you a chance, recruit them all as soon as possible, otherwise you will be very uncomfortable." ”

"Zheng Guangzong, you are here, if grandpa complains bitterly, it will be your grandson." Song Huaichong expected that Zheng Guangzong's master and servant had exhausted their tricks, so he smiled proudly.

"You turtle grandson, even if grandpa cuts off his children and grandchildren, he won't want you to be a grandson, just laugh, you cry without tears for a while."

Zheng Guangzong raised the black thing in his hand, this thing didn't exist in ancient times, it looked like a mace without long thorns.

"Zheng Guangzong, what means do you have, just come on, grandpa still says the same, if you shout bitterness, it is your grandson." Song Huaichong was still extremely stiff-mouthed.

Zheng Guangzong raised the black stick and pointed it on Song Huaichong's body.

"Hehehe, Zheng Guangzong, what are you doing, it's so itchy, can you use some force?" Song Huaichong laughed, his face full of disdain.

Zheng Guangzong pressed the switch on the handle, and sparks appeared in the front of the black stick.

Looking at Song Huaichong again, he was not as arrogant as before, his back was against the pillar, his face was crooked, his body was trembling for a while, his legs were shaking, and he seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

However, he was firmly tied to the pillar, and it was not so simple to want to fall.

"Oops, Rolloro, don't ......"

Song Huaichong couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was at the moment, it wasn't pain when he said it hurt, the muscles of his whole body trembled, and the position where he was lit by Zheng Guangzong had an obvious sense of anxiety.

In just a short moment, Song Huaichong's tears and snot all came down.

There was a foul smell coming from the crotch of his pants.

"Don't......"

Song Huaichong was no longer as arrogant as before, drooping his head, like a frosted eggplant.

"Don't want anything, I'm not done yet!" Zheng Guangzong kept pressing the switch on the handle, and the front end of the black stick was still sparking.

Song Huaichong looked at Zheng Guangzong weakly: "Please......"

As soon as he said this, he passed out.

"Young master, he, he's dead." Zheng Er stood up from the ground.

"Go get a bucket of cold water." Zheng Guangzong stepped back and sat down in his chair.

Song Huaichong did not die, but was knocked unconscious by an electric baton.

This electric baton was obtained by Zheng Guangzong by using Jin Pixiu not long ago, when Jin Pixiu's energy was bursting.

It's a pity that Jin Pixiu is completely dormant now, and the electric baton in Zheng Guangzong's hand is a unique object in the entire Great Qianguo.

A bucket of water poured down from his head, and Song Huaichong slowly opened his eyes.

Cold, sore, painful......

In short, he couldn't tell what it was like.

"Song Huaichong, do you still say it?" Zheng Guangzong waved the black stick in his hand.

"Say, I'll say it all." Song Huaichong was really unbearable, and he hung his head helplessly.

"Zheng Er, bring pen and ink, this young master must write it all down." Zheng Guangzong is very organized now, this Song Huaichong is not simple, and he can't be given a chance to turn around.

"Yes, Liu Cheng forced me to do this." Song Huaichong had no choice but to confess Liu Cheng.

"Wait a minute, I'll lay out the paper." Zheng Guangzong was not in a hurry, at this time, Song Huaichong had completely collapsed, where did he dare to hide anything.

Song Huaichong told him about his relationship with Liu Xu'er, and then told all about how Liu Cheng caught him in bed and forced him to frame Xiangling.

"Young Master Zheng, I was forced to do it, so you can spare me!" Song Huai was completely angry.

"Song Huaichong, do you want to hide the collusion between you and Qingfeng Village?" Zheng Guangzong raised the black stick again.

It's a pity that Song Huaichong can't kneel, otherwise he would have knelt down a long time ago: "Young Master Zheng, the villain and Qingfeng Village are just suspicious of each other, and there is nothing else." ”

"By that alone, I will be able to copy your whole family." Zheng Guangzong wrote everything down on the paper, brought the ink, and dragged one of Song Huaichong's middle fingers and pressed it.

Song Huaichong's head fell to the side: "Young Master Zheng, the villain was really forced, you, just spare me!" ”

"Song Huaichong, I won't kill you today, but Young Master Ben heard that you have quite a family property, and tomorrow you will take out the family property to help the victims, are you willing?"

Zheng Guangzong showed a cunning face.