It has been a few years since the king summoned a large number of doctors into the palace.

At first, when the people found that the doctors had not returned, they could not help but feel a little uneasy, wondering what their king was going to do.

Later, the news spread from nowhere, it is said that those doctors were killed by the king, and the national teacher made alchemy for the king, and used their hearts as medicine primers.

Most of the people breathed a sigh of relief, thinking stupidly, it would be good if it had nothing to do with them, and many people even secretly said in their hearts, if the national teacher could really refine that Dan, it would really be a great good thing.

Of course, there was more or less chaos in the national capital, and a few people died, but it didn't matter if some people wanted to come.

Human life is like grass, cut a stubble, and soon the next stubble will grow, so don't worry.

......

There was a sting, the thunder was faint, and it was drizzling in the sky.

The national teacher carried a food box in his hand and appeared outside the prison.

He was still dressed in a pitch-black robe, but he didn't wear a crown, and his black hair hung down in front of his forehead, covering half of his face.

As if no one was beside him, he walked past the guards, Shi Shiran walked in, passed through a long passage, and came to a dark iron gate.

The national teacher took out a key from his arms, turned around a few times in the lock hole of the iron door, grabbed the iron door and shook it a few times, and pushed it inward, only to hear a loud clang, and the iron door opened a few inches inward.

The national teacher put down the food box in his hand, and pushed it towards the iron door with both hands, only to feel that the rust in the door pivot was very thick, and it took a lot of effort to push the iron door open two feet, and a burst of mildew came to his nose.

He stepped out of the wall to remove an oil lamp and walked into the room.

I saw that the cell was only a square man, Sun Wukong was sitting on the wall inside, his head was lowered, motionless, the faint light of fire shone on his body, how could he look at it, and thought it was a corpse that had long been dead, stiff and dry.

Putting down the oil lamp, the national teacher squatted down, opened the food box on the ground, and took out a pot of wine and a wine glass.

The national teacher put the wine glass in front of Sun Wukong and filled it for him, and the rich aroma of wine overflowed from the cup and filled the entire cell.

He got up, stared at Sun Wukong for a while, and saw that he still didn't move, and couldn't help but say: "This is a fine wine that only emperors in the world can enjoy, don't you want to taste it?"

Hearing the sound of talking at this moment, Sun Wukong seemed to realize that someone was coming, he opened his mouth slightly, and a strange tearing tone burst out of his throat.

It's like sawing wood with a rusty chainsaw, and the broken pieces of porcelain are cutting through the rags, which is harsh and unpleasant.

"Smoke ...... Smoke ...... Dance ......"

The voice came out of Sun Wukong's mouth intermittently, and if he was impatient, he would not be able to distinguish between the plans.

"What?"

"Smoke ...... Xiao Wu ......"

The national teacher seemed to recall for a moment and said, "Oh, you said that blind man is dead!"

"Forehead ......"

Sun Wukong raised his head, and there was a slight choking sound from his body, as if tiny iron chains collided by themselves.

Sun Wukong stared at the national teacher expressionlessly, the eyes that seemed to be integrated with the darkness were like a deep pool, calm and waveless on the surface, and there may be an undercurrent of turbulence inside, killing machines.

The national teacher saw that he had an iron ring around his wrist, and the ring was connected to the wall behind him with an iron chain.

Looking at his other hand and feet, which were also connected to the wall behind him with iron chains, he saw that the four walls were shining with green oil, and it turned out that the walls around him were made of steel.

"It's been a long time since I died, and I personally cut open her belly and dug out her heart. ”

The national teacher squatted down, looked at Sun Wukong level, and said with a slight smile, "I have to mention, it is worthy of the heart of a divine doctor, it tastes great!"

After speaking, he licked his lips provocatively.

"Why...... Why kill her?"

"Kill her, no, no, no, she died before I could do it, and the poison I took on the palace died as soon as I ate it!"

The national teacher opened his hands to express his surprise, and sighed again: "It's a pity, I originally wanted to bring it here." Kill her in front of you and eat it. ”

Sun Wukong pulled the chain and lowered his head silently.

"Why don't you get angry! Get angry! Come on! Yell at me! Stare at me with those eyes full of hatred! What are you!

The tone of the national teacher rose, his voice gradually became colder, and his face was gloomy and unhappy.

"How am I going to have fun like this? You're going to be angry! I'm going to be angry!"

The national teacher rushed in front of Sun Wukong, grabbed the monkey's head and raised it, looking at each other.

The hair that covered half of the national teacher's face then spread out, and the empty right eye was exposed, and there were no eyeballs in it, and it was pitch black.

"Who do you think you are? a monster! a dregs of evil and evil! Why do you! How dare you!"

"You can't kill me. Sun Wukong said.

"Heh!" he let go of Sun Wukong, stared at Sun Wukong resentfully, and sneered: "If you can't kill it, then you can stay here forever, it's best to live as long as possible!"

Sun Wukong said: "Yan Xiaowu is dead, because you died." ”

"That's right, I also ate her heart and threw her body to the prisoners in the prison who were dying, hahahahahaha!"

The national teacher laughed maniacally, "It's really pleasing to the eye!"

Sun Wukong glanced at him coldly, lowered his head again, and closed his eyes.

"Humph!"

The national teacher smashed the flask on Sun Wukong's face and left angrily.

The sound of footsteps faded away, followed by a creaking sound, and the iron door was shut.

The flask shattered on Sun Wukong's head, and the mellow liquor flowed down his cheeks to his lips.

The monkey stuck out his tongue and licked it, shaking his head, it was not as good as the wine in Huaguo Mountain.

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