Dangdang, dangdang!

Three days later, in the morning, three jailers stood at the door of Ling Ye's cell, glaring at Ling Ye with fierce eyes, and the jailer at the head of the prison stood with a thick chain in his hand, banged the iron fence, and shouted in a rough voice: "Prisoner No. 93, get out!"

The so-called No. 93 is naturally the identity number arranged for the prisoners in the edict prison, and it is divided into equal numbers according to the Xuanhuang of heaven and earth. Ling Ye was honored to be included in the ground number, second only to the heavenly number of special prisoners.

Ling Ye sat on the rotten straw and looked at the jailers coldly, ignoring them for a word. In the early morning, he didn't eat breakfast, and he was screaming viciously, clearly trying to pull him out and beat him or even torture him. Why did he obediently walk over?

It's been three days since I came here. Ling Ye tried many ways to unseal the spiritual veins, but the results have not been effective, and the spiritual power is still unable to function. The person who sealed his spiritual vein seemed to be a master among the masters, although it was just a method to seal his spiritual veins by means such as cutting off the veins by pointing points, but it couldn't be unlocked for three days.

Why did such a master sneak attack him from behind?

The jailer slammed the door viciously again, shouting: "Ninety-three! Did you eat the bear's heart and leopard gall? If you don't roll over obediently, you will feel good later!"

Ling Ye looked at them coldly, still ignoring them, let alone walking over.

Tian Duxing, who was sleeping soundly next door, had been woken up at this time, blinked his eyes and looked at the fierce jailer, then at Ling Ye, and whispered: "Young man, why are you so stubborn? If you don't walk over, won't people open the door and walk in? ”

Ling Ye said coldly: "He is willing to walk in, then let him walk in." I wouldn't have listened to him and walked out. ”

Tian Duxing sighed: "Young man, you will soon have to suffer for this little bit of pitiful pride and stubbornness!"

The jailers outside the door couldn't help but be angry when they saw that Ling Ye just ignored them, just walked out obediently and obediently. With a wave of his hand, one of the jailers behind him pulled out the key and opened the door.

The jailer at the head kicked open the cell door and shouted, "Boy, you are dead!"

As he spoke, he led the two younger brothers to walk in menacingly, approaching Ling Ye, who was sitting on the rotten straw. Ling Ye looked at them coldly, and didn't even get up.

Of course, there is more than one prisoner held here. Almost all the inmates in the neighborhood looked this way. Although most of them are delirious, since there is a lot of excitement to see, why not take a look?

Tian Duxing sighed and said, "Boy, why are you doing this?"

As he spoke, the three jailers were already approaching midnight. Without hesitation, the jailer at the head raised his foot and kicked Ling Ye, who was sitting on the rotten straw, in the chest, and was about to kick him all over the ground. He's been a jailer here for many years, and he's kicked a lot of people, and he's never made a mistake. He believes that nothing will go wrong this time.

At the moment when his foot kicked out, there was a sudden numbness in his calf, which had been grabbed by someone, and then dragged him with a strong force, dragging along the momentum of his kick. The jailer at the head was taken by surprise, and he didn't expect that someone would dare to attack him, and he was caught off guard, and with a bang, he was dragged to the ground and fell to the ground, and the back of his head hit the ground heavily, and he howled in pain.

Ling Ye still sat on the rotten straw and didn't get up, just looked at them coldly. The spiritual veins were sealed, and the Xuan Gong could not operate, but the skills and vision were still there, but they didn't have that much strength.

Even so, it will never be bullied by dogs in Pingyang!

Tian Duxing opened his eyes and looked at him, and a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

When the two jailers in the back saw the boss fall, they immediately rushed forward, shook the iron chain in their hands, and shook it off Ling Ye's head. They were originally ordered to interrogate the prisoners, and in order to make the prisoners obedient, they all carried thick iron chains in their hands. Shaking the chain around the prisoner's neck and dragging it away has always been a favorite of the jailers.

Ling Ye still sat still and couldn't get up, but stretched out his hands and pushed them on the two chains that were waving over just right. With two whirring sounds, the two chains that had come and gone towards Ling Ye spun back sharply, and coincidentally fell on the necks of the two jailers. How could the two jailers have thought that the chains that were thrown out to put on other people's chains would not be long-sighted, and they would come back and put them around their necks, and they couldn't defend themselves for a while, their necks were strangled tightly by the chains, and they couldn't breathe for a while, and they blushed and had a thick neck.

The two jailers hurriedly reached out to untie the chains around their necks, and for a moment they didn't bother to pay attention to Ling Ye.

The jailer who had been thrown to the ground by Ling Ye before had already gotten up at this time, touched the back of his head, only to feel that his tentacles were slippery and painful, and naturally the back of his head was bruised. In his rage, he didn't look at the predicament of his two younger brothers who were wrapped around their necks with iron bars, and waved the iron chains to himself, and pounced viciously at Ling Ye, yelling: "Stinky boy, you are dead!

Ling Ye looked at him coldly, stretched out his hand, and pushed him on the wrist. The leading jailer felt a weakness in his hand, and the chain in his hand spun around sharply and slammed into his head.

Although the jailer at the head was full of vigor and vigor, he was just a jailer, how could he be Ling Ye's opponent? The head jailer screamed, and a bag of the boss suddenly bulged out on his forehead.

After a pause, Ling Ye finally stood up and stretched out his hand to push the first jailer. The jailer could not stand and staggered to the side. Ling Ye caught up a few steps, grabbed his neck, slammed his body against the iron fence, looked at him coldly, and shouted: "A little jailer, dare to be so arrogant!

Although the head jailer was at a disadvantage, his menacing momentum did not diminish at all, and he shouted: "Stinky boy, put Lao Tzu down quickly, otherwise it will ......"

Before he could finish shouting, Ling Ye punched him hard in the throat. The jailer screamed, his throat tightened, and his voice turned into a cough, and he could not say anything.

Ling Ye looked at him coldly, his hand tightening his throat. The jailer was so frightened that his legs kept kicking and screaming.

The two jailers in the back finally untied the dilemma of the chains around their necks, and when they saw the boss in distress, the two of them did not hesitate to pull out the knife at their waists and slash at Ling Ye's back viciously!