They watched Zhuo Yifan being chained to the chain, they were very curious, and kept stroking the chain over and over again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The people who watched Zhuo Yifan from Feilongmen were sitting in the tavern opposite the bazaar, about ten zhang away, and they were sipping wine and dishes comfortably, while glancing at Zhuo Yifan with disdain.

After a while, Qiu Wancheng, the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, came to this tavern with all his subordinates.

"Door master, you chained Zhuo Yifan to a beggar's nest and didn't give him food and drink, in case he starved to death, you couldn't know the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword from him, so what should I do?" Qingyan said a little worriedly.

"It doesn't matter if you starve him for three or five days, what you want is to let him die, and only then can he speak. In this world, the taste of wanting to eat and drink water is difficult to resist as long as a normal person is the most able to crush people's willpower. More importantly, he wanted to use this to destroy his self-esteem defense and make him completely collapse. Qiu Wancheng stroked his beard and said.

"Does this work for him? The torture has been going on for a long time, and it has had no effect. Blue Eyes said.

"You don't know, this kid surnamed Zhuo has been a big family since he was a child, and later Zhuo Jian Villa is even richer. He has been pampered since he was a child, and rich families have a common problem, that is, good face, and things that are not a problem in the eyes of poor people, they will regard it as more important than the sky!"

"And then?" the subordinates looked eager to learn.

Qiu Wancheng shook his head and said: "Just like this kid surnamed Zhuo, his self-esteem is quite strong, he used to fly high in the clouds, but now he is mixed with the stinky beggar, he must be unbearable for this, if he can commit suicide, he will die a long time ago, fortunately, we have taken precautions." Coupled with the unbearable hunger, he won't last long, and his heart will collapse, and I'm not afraid that he won't cooperate when the time comes!"

After hearing this, all the subordinates looked suddenly enlightened, and they all admired the ability of the door master to observe people, as well as the means to do things.

"Let's pull this kid out and make him feel humiliated and ashamed, after all, there are many people from other sects in Sucheng, what if they snatch Zhuo Yifan away?" Qingyan continued.

After Qiu Wancheng heard this, he looked at Qingyan, his expression seemed very satisfied, and he was very considerate of his way of doing things, and his expression could be described as appreciative.

After a while, Qiu Wancheng replied: "The few sects that came with me are indeed big sects in the rivers and lakes, so what? This city is the territory of my Flying Dragon Gate, I still don't believe that they have the courage to snatch the kid surnamed Zhuo away? As far as the current situation is concerned, they don't have this ability." Just keep an eye on him from afar, just don't let him escape. ”

"Yes!" the subordinates obeyed!" everyone replied in unison.

"You guys watch, it won't be long before he's succumbing. Blue-eyed and I went to the fairy world on earth to have a look. Saying that, Qiu Wancheng led a few people and left.

Zhuo Yifan watched himself being treated like this, and the anger in his heart could not be suppressed. But now that his life is almost gone, what else can he do?

He hadn't drunk water for a few days, his mouth was already so thirsty that his mouth was cracking, his stomach was constantly screaming, his eyes were even darker, and it was difficult to make a sound when he spoke.

He struggled to break free of his chains to see if he could escape. However, he saw that the chain was made of the finest dark iron, and this kind of dark iron sword was difficult to cut, let alone break free.

The beggars around kept looking at him, like seeing a tethered cat or dog, very curious, and kept petting him. One would drag his messy hair, and the other would twist the wound that was still oozing blood, so painful that Zhuo Yifan grinned, but he was powerless to resist.

At first, he tried to dodge, but the length of the chain was limited, and his body was extremely weak, so he couldn't move without a few struggles, so he could only let them knead it.

A few beggars teased Zhuo Yifan like cats and dogs, spitting in his face for a while, and putting the sour-smelling torn clothes he found out of nowhere on him. But the clothes were too small to fit on Zhuo Yifan's body at all, the beggar was so angry that he wrapped the clothes around Zhuo Yifan's head and face, and with the increase in strength, he was almost suffocated to death.

Fortunately, a few beggars were tired of playing, so they stopped, leaving Zhuo Yifan with a bruised face and panting next to him.

Just as he was glad that he had not been suffocated to death, a hysterical cry rang out, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks that slashed his head and covered his face.

"You white-eyed wolf, I believe you so much, you actually kidnapped my wife! I let you abduct, you big liar!" A beggar kicked Zhuo Yifan like crazy, and he looked hideous, as if he wanted to eat people.

He kicked and kicked for a long time before he stopped moving, and then knelt in front of Zhuo Yifan with a plop, and said with tears in his eyes: "You return Mrs. to me, you return Mrs. to me...... Please, give me back your wife!"

The people around gathered more and more, they were all loudly accusing Zhuo Yifan, and some people began to pick up the rattan sticks scattered on the road, and kept hitting Zhuo Yifan, scolding while beating: "The person who abducted other people's wives is the most hateful! I let you abduct you, beat you to death! My wife was also abducted by someone, it is a shameless person like you! I will beat you to death!"

Zhuo Yifan was speechless, and he couldn't hide, so he could only let him vent his grievances.

After the beating, there were more and more blood marks on his body, and some blood stains began to be stained on the ground.

The pain wasn't the worst for him, the worst thing was that he hadn't drunk water for a few days, and now he felt like he was already smoking in his throat and needed water.

Just when Zhuo Yifan was extremely disappointed when he couldn't breathe, he suddenly threw a rotten cabbage leaf in front of him, "You eat, Bao'er, you eat!"

Zhuo Yifan raised his head, only to see another old beggar still holding half a rotten cabbage leaf in his hand, and he looked at Zhuo Yifan with a smile, just like a father looking at his son.

"Bao'er, you eat!" he pointed to the rotten cabbage leaf on the ground again, and smiled kindly.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the rotten cabbage leaf and found that it was a little yellow, but there should still be some moisture, he didn't say a word, he picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth, constantly smacking the water inside, in order to moisten his throat.

"Bao'er eats! Bao'er eats!" the old beggar kept dancing with a look of surprise on his face.

Soon, Zhuo Yifan dried up the yellow rotten cabbage leaves, but he was reluctant to spit it out because he was already hungry.

Although the leaves were hard to chew because they were wilted and yellowed, he soaked them in his mouth for a while and swallowed them hard.