Outside the city of Lin'an, on the empty and uninhabited field, only the cold moonlight sprinkled down.

The group of three stopped here.

To be precise, it is two people carrying a humanoid ice sculpture.

Click!

Ice breaks.

The head of a lifelike ice sculpture was broken by an external force, revealing a head covered in frost.

Wide nose and wide mouth, sausage lips, ugly are very distinctive.

"Huhuhu......"

Wan Boguang inhaled heavily, and finally felt alive again.

In the frozen world, a moment seems like a lifetime, and the feeling of counting seconds and waiting for death is the most torturous.

"Who are you?"

In front of him were an old man and a young man, the old one had a prominent red rosacea, and the smell of wine came to his face, which made him very unaccustomed to it.

The few ones are born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a sunny temperament, and a comfortable smile at the corner of their mouths, but in Wan Boguang's eyes, they are particularly dazzling.

This kind of handsome guy will die ten or eight times, and he won't have too much.

"Why did you arrest me? I'm just a little garden gardener!"

"You don't care who I am, why should I arrest you, you should know in your heart. As for now, I want to play a game with you. ”

The handsome guy said to himself:

"This game tells me to ask you to answer, and if you can't answer, there will be a small punishment. ”

As he spoke, the young turned his head and asked the old one:

"Wine senior, if you miss an arm or leg, Lord Tie won't blame, right?"

The old Meimei took a sip of wine, shook her head and smiled:

"Don't worry, it's not a pity for this kind of lewd thief to die, as long as you take a breath and let the eldest niece vent, you can toss it casually. ”

"Well, with your words, the kid is relieved. ”

Jiang Ping stared at Wan Boguang with a smile, staring at him all over his body, and he couldn't help but shout:

"If you want to kill, you can kill, if you want to chop, if the uncle screams in pain, he will be raised by a son of a bitch!"

"Good ambition!"

Jiang Ping gave a thumbs up and praised:

"First question. ”

"Who are you?"

Wan Boguang snorted coldly and said nothing.

Click, click!

"What are you doing?!"

Wan Boguang screamed in surprise.

Jiang Ping held a stone in his hand, looking like he had been caught by you:

"Of course it's knocking on stones, you see......"

Click!

Jiang Ping tapped lightly again.

Wan Boguang felt a pain in his heart, and he was about to explode the ice that sealed him, but no matter how hard he tried, he seemed to have just been wrapped in a silkworm cocoon, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

"Look, let me see what I knocked down?"

Jiang Ping picked up a root-like object wrapped in ice and held it up in front of Wan Boguang's eyes.

In the faint moonlight, it was faintly visible, it was a finger that was still full of activity.

"What are you doing?!!"

Wan Boguang recognized it, it was his finger, he had once held a knife, played with women, and killed a man's finger.

The so-called ten fingers connecting the heart, breaking one finger is tantamount to cutting off a piece of meat in the heart.

"This time it's the fingers of your left hand, I heard that you are good at right-handed knives, if you knock down two more, I wonder if you will be able to make a quick knife in the future?"

Click!

Click!

The soft, short percussion sounded in Wan Boguang's ears at this moment, like the death knell of hell.

"What the hell are you trying to ask?"

Wan Boguang stared at Jiang Ping's face resentfully, as if he wanted to keep this face firmly in his heart.

"I say!"

"Second question. ”

"Who are you?"

Jiang Ping obviously didn't care about Wan Boguang's hatred.

Since he had a feud, he didn't intend to leave Wan Boguang's life, the hatred of a dead man, even if he broke through the sky, couldn't hurt a single hair of him.

This is the world of martial arts, and I don't believe in ghosts and gods.

Of course, you still have to save a breath, and you have to give a good sister's face.

"Wan Boguang!"

Wan Boguang did not hide it.

Just now the old drunkard said a word about the thief, and he knew that his identity was exposed.

It's just that he can't figure out where it was exposed.

Could it be that the people on the other side of the Demon Gate betrayed him?

"Good. ”

Jiang Ping smiled and praised:

"As a reward for your honesty, when I take you away, I will allow you to take your finger with you, and even if you die, you must leave a whole corpse. ”

"The third question. ”

"Why are you lurking in Murong Mansion?"

Wan Boguang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jiang Ping with some consternation:

"You don't know why you're arresting me?!"

"Wrong answer!"

"Don't!"

Click!

Another finger was knocked off.

"Whirring ......"

Wan Boguang gasped, looked at Jiang Ping with blood-red eyes, and gritted his teeth.

In that case, it seems that if the conditions allow, he will definitely bite off a piece of his flesh himself.

"Oops, knocked in the wrong place. ”

Jiang Ping weighed the stones, and said helplessly:

"It's still left-handed, and this time it must be changed to a right-handed one. ”

Obviously, it was his fingers that knocked down, Wan Boguang was inexplicably relieved, as long as his right hand was still there.

With his right hand, he can still hold a knife.

can still hold a knife, he can cut the hateful boy in front of him with a knife in his face, make him wail in pain, and watch his favorite and dearest people die in front of him one by one.

It's like the grandmaster who once hunted him down, everything he wants him to care about, is destroyed in front of him.

"Fourth question. ”

"Why are you lurking in Murong Mansion?"

"Seven-Star Baolian!"

Wan Boguang tried not to think about his remaining eight fingers.

"Someone told me that the Seven Star Lotus of Murong Mansion is ripe, and I want its lotus seeds to break through the realm. ”

Jiang Ping nodded noncommittally.

"Fifth question. ”

"Who told you that?"

"Protector of the Outer Gate of the Demon Gate, Black Moro. ”

"Sure enough, it's the Demon Gate. ”

Jiang Ping looked unexpected.

But there was a panic in my heart.

Why is it related to the Demon Gate again?!

It's really ghostly, isn't it?

However, they have already indirectly formed a feud with a Demon Gate Demon Venerable, and it shouldn't be a big deal if they get into some trouble...... Right?

Jiang Ping was sure and continued to interrogate.

Wan Boguang has become very honest now, and basically answers all questions, but a few of them are true and a few are false, so you have to rely on yourself to distinguish.

After all, you can't just knock a finger on someone's answer, right?

That's a hooligan.

Besides, my fingers aren't enough to knock.

"One last question. ”

Jiang Ping pointed to his face:

"Am I handsome?"

Wan Boguang was originally tossed to the point that most of his life was gone, but when he heard Jiang Ping's question, his temples jumped, and he almost didn't come up in one breath.

But the person had to bow his head under the eaves, and he could only suffocate a word heavily:

"Handsome!"

"Congratulations!"

Jiang Ping slapped his palm on Wan Boguang's lower abdomen dantian, and as soon as he exhaled his anger, he saw that the ice layer that wrapped Wan Boguang's body was instantly covered with cracks.

Accompanied by Wan Boguang's painful wail, Jiang Ping spit out four words indifferently:

"Correct!"

Under one palm, the dantian was broken and the meridians were broken.

Now, unless there is a martial arts mytho-level master who changes his life against the sky, then Wan Boguang can only be a waste person forever.

He does things so steadily.

If it weren't for the wine fairy who had to take him back to the errand, he would have been able to set up firewood and burn the fire urgently, and all the ashes would be raised on the spot.