Wen Kexin looked at Meng Furong in a daze and left the direction of the ground, and after a long time, she came back to her senses and sighed: "I hope I was wrong! Furong, I didn't want you to get involved in the past right and wrong, but I didn't expect you to break in by yourself, is this the will of God?"

Suddenly, she turned to the wall of the chamber and said something inexplicable.

"Shadow, pass the order, and block all news with all your might!"

After a moment of silence, a hoarse voice came from the other side of the wall.

"Is it worth it to potentially destroy our greatest advantage?"

No one expected that there were other people behind the walls of this secret room, and even Meng Furong didn't know.

Wen Kexin's expression remained unchanged, and said: "There is nothing worth it, Furong was brought up by me, I can't watch her lose her life." ”

The other one smiled bitterly and said: "Also, you are always like this, obviously for her good, but you don't say anything, and you have to pretend to be nothing, I hope that one day, she will understand your hard work." ”

Wen Kexin frowned and said, "Maybe she chose the right path!"

"Hey!"

There was a sigh from the other end, and there was no more sound.

At the same time, in a courtyard on another street in Dadu, a person shrouded in a black robe and only a pair of eyes was exposed, holding a small note in his dry hands and slowly rolling it into a small paper tube, and then tied it to one of the legs of the carrier pigeon next to him, and threw it into the air, and the pigeon flew away into the distance, and disappeared from his field of vision after a while.

After releasing the pigeon, he stood in place, staring fixedly at Qionglou Yuyu in the distance, and sighed: "This day is still a little deserted after all, it is better to add some excitement." ”

......

The Prime Minister's Mansion of the Metropolitan Metropolis.

In a dark and damp dungeon, a man with unkempt hair and dirt is bound by six thick iron chains, one end of which locks his wrists, ankles, and shoulder blades, and the other end is firmly embedded in the wall of the dungeon.

With the slight movement of the man, the iron chain suddenly made a "kicking" sound, coupled with his full beard and cloak appearance, it looked a little panicked. However, the man seemed to have long been accustomed to this appearance, and stood there calmly, without any discomfort.

In front of the man stood a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, and the middle-aged man was looking at him with a smile and said, "How is it?

The man glanced at him casually and said expressionlessly, "It's okay! ”

When the middle-aged man saw that he was still like this, his face instantly turned hideous, and he roared loudly: "Nie Chengfeng, don't be embarrassed, if it weren't for my brotherly feelings, you would have died six years ago." ”

It turned out that the man was Nie Chengfeng, but unfortunately he was no longer as heroic as he was and had become this miserable appearance.

Nie Chengfeng looked at the middle-aged man and sneered: "Brotherly love, what a high-sounding reason, don't you just want to know the whereabouts of that thing?"

If there is brotherly love in the eyes of this wolf-hearted thing in front of him, unless time is reversed, and he is sent back to his mother's womb to see if it is possible to rebuild him, if it is not for his strict mouth, he has not been told what he wants until now, it is estimated that it will be all green.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Then do you say it or not?"

A sarcastic smile crossed the corner of Nie Chengfeng's mouth, and said, "Yang Chen, I originally thought that you would have a long memory in six years, but I didn't expect you to still die." ”

"In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless, I'll see how hard your bones are. Yang Chen laughed angrily.

Nie Chengfeng's face remained unchanged, and he said, "If there is any means, just use it, your appearance makes me look disgusting." ”

Yang Chen glared at him fiercely and said, "Good, good, good, Nie Chengfeng, you really have a kind, come here, use torture!"

Yang Chen waved his hand, only to see two small men walking into the cell, two of them holding dozens of torture tools of all sizes such as soldering irons and stabbing whips in their hands, they came behind Yang Chen and put down the things in their hands, one was expressionless and now Yang Chen was beside him, and the other picked up the thorn whip and walked towards Nie Chengfeng, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "This old thing is really hard-boned, it's been six years, and it can still stand it." ”

Yang Chen glanced at him and said, "There is a little bit of proportion under his hands, don't kill him, otherwise the prime minister will not be able to explain." ”

The little guy beside Yang Chen showed a flattering smile, bowed down and hugged his fists and said, "Don't worry, Steward Yang, after all, my brothers have been serving him for six years, and their strength has already been mastered." ”

The little guy with the thorn whip also smiled flatteringly, and said yes again and again.

Hearing this, Yang Chen suddenly felt a burst of perverted pleasure and said, "Haha, then I'll rest assured." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the little guy in front of him, and the little guy understood, smiled hideously, and raised his hand to wrap it in Nie Chengfeng's chest.

"Smack!"

The little guy whipped Nie Chengfeng's chest with all his might, his chest suddenly opened with flesh, and the bright red blood said that the cracked skin flowed out, Nie Chengfeng snorted, his brows frowned tightly, although he clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound, but it was not difficult to see the pain that this whip brought him.

Seeing this, the little guy licked his lips, revealing an excited look, but the thorn whip in his hand did not pause.

"Bang Bang..."

One whip mark after another left on Nie Chengfeng's thin body, making his already tattered shirt quickly turn into strips of coarse cloth, and the whole person looked bloody.

After about a quarter of an hour, at last, the little guy panted and threw away the thorn whip in his hand, and scolded: "It's really hard. ”

At this time, Nie Chengfeng had already fainted due to being overwhelmed, and from beginning to end, he did not make a sound of begging for mercy.

Yang Chen casually glanced at Nie Chengfeng, and muttered in a disdainful voice: "Nie Chengfeng, sooner or later I will let her know how stupid the choice was in the first place." ”

It's a pity that what he said Nie Chengfeng was destined not to hear, maybe he didn't want others to hear it at all, not even the two little guys beside him.

"Steward Yang, what now?" the little guy beside Yang Chen looked at the unconscious Nie Chengfeng and asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Yang Chen raised his head, looked at him deeply, and said, "Do you still need me to teach you?"

Seeing Yang Chen's appearance, the little guy suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing, this was a plague god who killed people without blinking, he was not looking for death, his body trembled at the moment, and he quickly nodded and said: "The villain should die, the villain should die, Steward Yang can rest assured, the villain will definitely pry his mouth open." ”

Yang Chenpi looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for your good news, I believe you won't let me down." With that, he turned and left.

Knowing that Yang Chen's figure had disappeared, the little guy realized that he had just been shocked into a cold sweat, and his eyes looking at Nie Chengfeng were getting more and more unkind, they were all damn things, and they almost cost themselves their lives.