Liang Xiaoxiao died, and the accusation before his death was naturally very powerful, but it was just another circumstantial evidence of the Zhou Yuan incident at that time - Zhuang Changyu remained silent most of the time except for a very brief explanation of the situation, so there are many details in the story told by the deceased that have not been filled, plus the object of Liang Xiaoxiao's testimony is not an ordinary person, so the Zhou Yuan incident was naturally dragged into the quagmire, and there was still no progress after dozens of days.

Chen Changsheng's identity is very special, the big people in the palace will definitely stare at this matter, in the imperial test, people have found that the relationship between the folding sleeves and the National Education College is quite good, and this wolf boy has made countless achievements in the northern snowfield, and has won the appreciation of some gods and generals of the Great Zhou military, how will this matter develop, in the eyes of many people, it will ultimately depend on the decision of the Holy Queen Niangniang, so Zhou Yuan has become the focus of Wushuang's attention, because this is Zhou Tong's mansion, and the will of the Holy Queen Niangniang has always been the craziest by this, the most cruel mad dog is specifically presented, and it is also because after the imperial court took the folded sleeves away from the palace, he has been locked here.

Few people know the legendary Zhou Prison, the prison that terrified countless ministers and generals, and Zhou Tong's mansion was originally the front and back of a building, separated by more than ten zhang and two weak doors. The beautiful scenery of the good day is the sky, which is talking about Zhou Tong's house and Zhou Tong's prison. The former has four beautiful scenery, and the latter is helpless, helpless, and the blue sky is not seen.

The black rhinoceros dragged the heavy iron cart through the stone arches of the Zhou Garden and came to the gloomy building in front of him.

Although they are so close, Zhou Tong still habitually takes the car.

Except in front of the Holy Queen Niangniang, only in this iron car will he feel safe.

The black rhinoceros came to the entrance to the prison tunnel, and with a creak, the door slowly opened.

Zhou Tong walked slowly down from the iron car, and subconsciously looked at the night sky all night, his face was a little pale by the starlight.

The moment he stepped off the iron car, the alert level around the Zhou Prison suddenly increased by several orders of magnitude, and as for those eaves in the shadows nearby, he didn't know how many cultivation powerhouses were hidden.

Zhou Tong is not a weak person, he is a strong man in the Star Gathering Realm, and he is a master in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but even so, he still lives very carefully, except for the need to try cases, he rarely leaves Zhou Prison, and even if he leaves, most of the time he goes to the palace, and every time he travels, he will bring countless guards. Because he is well aware that there are countless people who want to kill themselves. If there is a person on the mainland who wants to kill the most, Su Li will definitely be ranked behind him.

Come to the dark and cold cell. Looking at the wolf boy who was covered in flesh and blood and had no intact place, Zhou Tong's expression did not change at all, nor did he have any rumored perverted excitement, just calm.

Since he took over the Qing Officials Division at the order of the Holy Empress Niangniang, Zhou Tong has tried countless prisoners, used countless punishments with his own hands, and seen countless tragic situations. But he doesn't think it's numbness, and he won't allow himself to be numb by the blood, he insists that only by keeping his original intention in his work can he continue to be interested and fresh, and then he can maintain his sensitivity to many things.

Yes, Zhou Tong has always thought that this is just a job. He was originally reading the books of the sages, and he didn't do well in the strategy, so he turned to practice, and he practiced well, but because he was too old, he didn't have the opportunity to enter the inner gate of those sect mountain gates to study, so he began to manage his contacts, and finally met the Holy Queen Niangniang in the Baicao Garden and did this job. To do a line of work, you must love a line, and you must do your best conscientiously - whether it is reading the books of sages, cultivating the Dao and the Dharma, or now punishing people in the world, Zhou Tong has always demanded this from himself, and it has been proved that he has indeed done it.

"At a quarter past six, you fainted in pain, counting the time, you should wake up now, so I'll ask you again, if those two women are the wings of the demon princess Nanke, why didn't they join forces with the demon general couple and kill you directly, but instead acted separately, giving you the possibility of breaking them separately?"

Zhou Tong didn't stand in front of his folded sleeves and stare at him with eyes to put pressure on him, nor did he look at the file on the case.

He stood at the only vent in the dungeon, quietly looking at the stars in the night sky, looking a little careless.

The file on the case is a statement made by Folded Sleeves to Merisa on the way, and after Folded Sleeves came to Zhou Prison, he never said a word again, Zhou Tong knew very well that mental pressure had no meaning to this wolf boy. Zhou Tong read the dossier once, and remembered all the contents, including those unnoticeable details, he felt that just like Liang Xiaoxiao's last words, there were many doubts in the statement of folding sleeves, but he still asked carelessly, because he knew that he didn't need to pay too much attention, and folding sleeves would not admit anything now.

He asked this passage, it was only a part of the work, it was the procedure, or the process, and the things that had to be done in the Zhou Law were all the work, and the end of this section could be carried out before the next part could be carried out.

Listening to Zhou Tong's voice, the folded sleeves finally reacted, but he still didn't say a word, but closed his eyes.

After returning to Kyoto from Hanqiu City, the palace sent a cardinal to treat him personally, and now the toxins in his body have been suppressed in the bottom of his eyes, although he still can't see, but it shouldn't deteriorate anymore, and his life is not in danger. He didn't care about these issues, he was more concerned about what was going on in Zhou Yuan, why did the sky in Zhou Yuan collapse, did Nanke and those demon masters die? Could Chen Changsheng also die......? Is Shichima's injuries better now, unconscious or have he woken up??

He was contemplating these things, hoping to relieve the pain in this way, but his face grew paler and paler, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down his forehead.

A very thin needle pierced the center of his eyebrows, and the tail of the needle was pinched by Zhou Tong and gently twisted between his fingers.

Zhou Tong's expression was very calm, not like he was being tortured, but like a doctor helping his patients.

The breathing of the folded sleeves became more and more rapid, the brows became more and more wrinkled, and the body began to tremble violently.

The thin chains that passed through the body rubbed against the flesh, and the carrion and the tender flesh of the new flesh were scraped off.

Zhou Tong gently brushed the tail of the needle. The mouth that had been bitten by the folded sleeves was full of blood, but it could no longer hold on. He cried out in pain, his hoarse voice echoing through the quiet and gloomy prison of Zhou.

He wanted to pass out, but he couldn't pass out in pain.

Life and death, pain and relief, all in Zhou Tong's fingers.

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Mo Yu left Zhou Yuan and headed towards the palace. The wheels crushed the bluestone slabs, some undulating.

She thought it would be nice if it was the car pulled by the black sheep. But Black Sheep doesn't like Zhou Tong and never follows her there.

Suddenly, the car stopped.

She quietly looked at the curtain in front of the car and asked, "Your Highness, what do you want to do?"

Luoluo's voice was so clear and bright, like a new bud and leaf in early spring: "I want to tell you that Mr. hasn't come back yet, it doesn't mean that there is no one in the National Education College." ”