Chapter 249: Laughing
Deng Zhiwen suddenly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and the movement here had already attracted the attention of many people in the mansion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Jiang Cheng had already sensed that the aura of Qingqing and the others was rapidly approaching here.
He picked his fingers, his voice was crisp, the tendons of his five fingers contracted, and his nails stretched out, looking sharp and sharp, which was terrifying.
"Tell me, what did you do......"
His words seemed careless, but the sound of picking his nails carried murderous intent, locking Deng Zhiwen and making his heart contract, not daring to move in the slightest.
"Senior Brother Jiang, Jiang, in fact, I was actually confused for a while, listening to the instigation of the believer, greedy for a little ink, it seems that I have been seen through by the consul, I happened to hear that you came to Taiyuan City again, I ......"
Deng Zhiwen couldn't go on in the end.
Because Qingqing and the others had already arrived.
"Senior Brother Jiang. ā
This group of former high-level deacons, now seeing Jiang Cheng, all hurriedly saluted and respected.
Even Wen Jinyu can't afford any comparison in the face of the current Jiang Cheng, and some only have loss, complexity, and panic.
"I heard the news today, after you arrived in Taiyuan City, you went directly to the City Lord's Mansion, and gathered everyone in the council hall to prepare to pick you up and wash the dust, but I didn't expect you to come now. ā
Qingqing stepped forward and looked at Jiang Cheng, a trace of fluctuation flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she was happy and a little stranger.
She has watched Jiang Cheng grow up in a short period of time, and now he is famous in the rivers and lakes.
Even she herself is doing things for Jiang Cheng now, but the gap between her and the other party is getting bigger and bigger, and this gap has made her unwilling, psychologically unbalanced, and struggling.
But now those emotions have fallen silent, and some are just a trace of complex joy and loss, and even more strange.
This kind of strangeness is the gap in strength between the two sides, the gap in status, and the barrier between heaven and man between the acquired and the congenital.
It was the wind that turned into a sigh, and he forgot the loneliness in the smoke and water.
"Why be so polite, between you and me, there is no need to say much. ā
Jiang Cheng's eyes were calm, he had seen through Qingqing's current mood, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, knowing that the other party's current loss and strangeness could not be resolved by words, but also needed the strength of the match.
Wen Jinyu's expression was even more lost, she could detect the difference in Jiang Cheng's treatment of Qingqing, this difference made her even more disappointed and panicked, and her eyes couldn't help but look at Deng Zhiwen.
"Hmm. Qingqing smiled, but her beautiful eyes suddenly sharpened, and she also looked at Deng Zhiwen.
He said that he was instigated by a man and was greedy for something. ā
Jiang Cheng just said indifferently and looked at Wen Jinyu.
Wen Jinyu's face turned pale all of a sudden, and panic flashed in her eyes.
"How many people are still involved in this?"
Qingqing stepped out of the unicorn step, as if she didn't see her footsteps moving, but the person had already arrived in front of Deng Zhiwen and grabbed her.
Deng Zhiwen showed a wry smile on his face, looked at Wen Jinyu, and then looked at Mo Jinping, whose complexion changed greatly.
"Deng Zhiwen, what do you mean by this? Although I don't deal with you on weekdays, you won't be framed like this......
Mo Jinping was indignant, but before he finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly exploded, a puff of blood arrows rushed out, and the whole person suddenly stared wide, and he fell down directly.
Everyone was shocked, feeling a chill on their backs when their hair rose at first, they all lowered their heads, looking at Mo Jinping's fallen death, and felt a chill on the soles of their feet.
Jiang Cheng still flicked his fingers, as if he didn't see this person's death, but the more flat his expression was, the more worried everyone was in their hearts.
Some of the people who were still beside Wen Jinyu all avoided her, and they didn't dare to get close to her at all.
Fu Biao swallowed dryly, his heart beat violently, and he hung his head and didn't dare to speak.
In the past, when Jiang Cheng was an acquired martial artist, even if he was on the list of people with great strength, he dared to look directly and speak with his waist straight.
But now he didn't dare, he didn't dare to give him a million dares, just now Jiang Cheng didn't see how he made a move, Mo Jinping died directly and didn't react at all.
With this means, no one is not frightened.
Even Qingqing and Xu Yuantao, who were close to Jiang Cheng, had dilated their eyes at this moment, and they were shocked by their easy way to kill people by talking and laughing.
"It's just greedy for a little something, nothing to worry about, spit it out yourself, and accept the punishment. If you still want to deny it in front of me, you are killing yourself. ā
Jiang Cheng snorted coldly and glanced at Deng Zhiwen.
Deng Zhiwen hurriedly smiled very reluctantly and ashamedly.
He is a smart person, so since he bumped into Jiang Cheng, he has never thought about hiding anything, confessed leniently, and hoped to live.
Now he's got the bet right.
"You can deal with it, no mercy. ā
Jiang Cheng smiled at Qing Qingdao.
After all, he is no longer the consul here, and the murder he just made is actually a pass.
However, this should be established, and it still has to be established, after all, he is the boss behind Qingqing, and he is the high-level leftist faction who governs this Taiyuan City, and it is still necessary to show a deterrent effect occasionally.
Qingqing shook his head, raised his hand and threw it, and the strength of his arm was like a hemp rope twisted into a strand, making a crisp sound of "pop".
saw that her arm was twisted like a snake, and then Deng Zhiwen threw it far away and fell heavily in the courtyard.
Then her eyes were cold, and she looked at Wen Jinyu again.
"Consul Wen, do you need me to ask?"
Wen Jinyu's expression was resentful and wanted to justify, but when she saw Mo Jinping's death under her feet, she shivered again.
She didn't dare to look at Jiang Cheng anymore, because she understood that if Jiang Cheng really had murderous intentions, he would not be soft on her.
She only had a combination of interests with Jiang Cheng once, and she was no longer a virgin, just a combination of interests could not make Jiang Cheng intercede with her at all.
She knew very well, so she didn't dare to defend anything, and obediently walked to Deng Zhiwen's side.
Qingqing looked at Xu Yuantao.
"Let them laugh and have a stick of incense. Xu Yuantao said.
Immediately, a disciple who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward and dragged Deng Zhiwen and Wen Jinyu to the bench and tied them up, ready to torture them.
Deng Zhiwen and Wen Jinyu's faces became ugly, but they didn't dare to make a sound.
Compared to death, they can accept torture alone.
Jiang Cheng watched with interest, he had heard of this laughing torture, it was one of the top ten tortures in the world, and it was very cruel.
It is to prop a wooden stick into the mouth, and at least from the throat to the stomach, stirring it, and for a moment it will not die, and the pain is unbearable.
This kind of torture, if applied to ordinary people, can be painful and fatal in a few tens of breaths.
But Deng Zhiwen and Wen Jinyu are not ordinary people, they are both masters of the acquired Great Perfection, but if they endure this torture for a long time of incense, they will have to die even if they have half a life.
All the assets of the two of them were confiscated, and the power in their hands was temporarily taken over by Deacon Fu and Deacon Xu. ā
Qingqing gave orders, acted resolutely, and took advantage of Jiang Cheng's presence now to directly finalize such troublesome disputes over power and interests.
(To be continued.) )