I have to say that although the wind was not strong tonight, it was a little cool, and it didn't take long for the guards to start feeling a little cold.

"It's so cold out there. One of the guards said suddenly, grumblingly.

"yes, why don't we go inside and get warm?"

"Good idea!" the guards agreed, and the group took a few steps back, lifting a plank from a hidden place where the steps were exposed, and the men looked at each other and walked down the steps.

The dungeon in this Hundred Boiling Mountain Villa is very practical, after walking more than a dozen wooden steps from the entrance, a small open space and several small rooms appeared in front of you, the door of the house is jet black, I don't know what material it is made of. In the small open space, there are two tables and some torture instruments, of course, there are no less wooden stakes to tie people, no, at this moment, there are two scarred people who are tied to the wooden stakes, hanging their heads weakly.

"Come, brothers, sit down!" said one of the guards, and then brought two jars of wine from the corner of the wall and placed them on the table.

"I said, don't just drink, you kid go get some food. A man with a scar on his face said with some dissatisfaction when he saw the jar of wine.

"You kid be content, how can you have food, you don't have to eat in the evening, don't do so much!" shouted the guard with the wine.

"Black beans!black beans!" the scarface suddenly stood up, looking up at the entrance to the dungeon.

"You don't have a fucking memory! Black Bean just had diarrhea, didn't he let him go back to rest a long time ago?

"Oh, it seems so. Scarface sat down in his chair as if he remembered, scratching his head.

"Haha, this kid, old fool. When the guards saw Scarface's embarrassment, they all pointed at him and laughed.

"There's no good wine, let's make do with it. ”

Soon, a jar of wine was opened, and the two tables drank on empty stomachs, and they were very happy while drinking.

They were making trouble here, the two people who were tied to the stake were not in the mood to make trouble, at this moment, although they lowered their heads, their eyes had already opened, and their eyes were still wandering.

"Three Stars, Seven Fairies, Nine Heavens, Haha, You've Lost Again, Drink Wine!"

"Damn, this luck is so bad today, come on!"

Soon, as the shouts of punching became quieter and quieter, the drunkenness of the guards became more and more prominent.

"I said let's stop drinking, we have to look at these two boys!" Scarface was obviously drunk, and he began to speak uncomfortably.

"It's okay, I can't run!" the other guard waved his hand and shouted, "Drink again!"

After about a stick of incense, all that remained was the scar-faced and another bald guard, and the rest were lying on the table, and a few were even snoring loudly.

"Bald, do you dare to drink?" Scarface asked at the bald head.

"You're just a bald man, this is called extremely smart, you know all kinds of fart!" "The hairless person hates others calling him bald the most.

"Haha still doesn't admit it? As he spoke, Scarface suddenly stood up, staggered over to the two men tied to the stake, reached out to hold up the chin of a slightly taller man, leaned in and asked, "Boy, do you know how to make a fist?"

The man was sprayed by Scarface's breath of wine, and he almost didn't vomit, and he forced his nausea to close his eyes tightly.

"Look at your bear-like appearance, I seem to be insulting you, damn!" Scarface scolded people, and his mouth was sharp.

"Smack!" Scarface suddenly reached out his finger and pointed it on the man's leg.

Poked like this, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and then there was a painful look in his eyes.

"Haha, boy, this is the point in the commission, you can't walk after you click, come, bald, help me untie him down, let him play with the two of us." Scarface said with a smile.

After the bald head stood up, he also swayed to Scarface's side, stretched out a finger and shook it, "No, no, this can't be untied, what if he runs away?"

When Scarface heard this, as if he was very angry, he punched it hard, and said in an unkind tone: "You know a fart, his acupoints are all clicked by Lao Tzu, can he still run?" ”

The bald head, Scarface didn't listen at all, went around behind the person, and worked hard for a long time with his head down before he could be regarded as untying the rope.

After unraveling it, Scarface suddenly pushed lightly, and the man fell to the ground without resistance.

"Haha, you see, he can't move!" Scarface smirked, then reached out and pulled the man to the ground, pinning him down on an empty stool like a chicken.

The man was conscious, and although his hands could move, it was evident that he had been tied for too long, and his nerves were obviously numb from his trembling fingers.

"Do you know how to punch?" Scarface asked.

The man glared at him hatefully as he coldly spat out a word, "Yes!"

"Haha, it's good that you can draw fists, come, you can play with us for a while. Scarface smiled and held out a hand and gestured.

Soon, the two began to draw together, at first, the man's fingers were not flexible, but soon, as the sensation of the fingers recovered, Scarface began to lose.

"Mother, this kid is very high. Scarface was so drunk that he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.

At this time, the bald head said to the side, "Fuck off, I'll come! ”

"Okay, you can have fun, I'll squint for a while, and don't forget to tie him up." Scarface muttered as he walked to the floor next to him, sat down, and fell asleep with his back against the wall.

Just when the bald head smiled and stretched out his hand to continue playing, the person who was still wilting suddenly had a flash in his eyes, and then quickly stretched out a finger and quickly pointed it on the bald head's chest, the bald head was stunned suddenly, and then fell headlong on the table.