With a bang, the pudgy man was shackled on the ground by Meng Yi, behind the two, a long blood mark from the woods to the tent.

The interrogation of the law enforcement team has always been unscrupulous! Even within the White House, some people who made a big mistake would rather be self-defeating and not want to fall into the hands of the law enforcement team.

The chunky man squatted face down on the floor, because the body was sore and painful in his throat.

"Dragon Green Maple?" Bai Jinyi sat on the bluestone and watched the man on the ground pick up.

"Before, predecessors, I am not, I am not Long Qingfeng, you should not fight again, I know I know." The pudgy man struggled to look up, but failed to lift his head twice.

The previous method of interrogation by Meng Yi was too embarrassing. The strongest of the nine-level peaks was already dying.

Bai Jinyi lifted it, and a white jade bottle was thrown in front of the chunky man.

The chunky man saw the other party throwing a bottle of medicinal herbs, whether it was a panacea or a poisonous dan, directly unplugging the bottle and swallowing it.

This chunky man has been subdued, and Bai Jinyi will naturally not waste poison on him.

Give it a scent, just protect her heart, lest you have to ask if you haven't asked, this guy died because of his injuries.

"What is your name?" Bai Jinyi looked at the chunky man's temper and slowly asked a few words.

"Jiang Feiyu." The pudgy man lay half-lying on the ground, and one of his eyes was already smashed by Meng Yi in the interrogation. At this time, a spiritual force flowed on it, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

"Who is instructing you to pretend to be Long Qingfeng?"

"A woman, a very enchanting woman, she found me a month ago, let me and my brother dressed as a ghost door to the city to make trouble, and let us hide our whereabouts, do not be easily caught Live." The chunky man looked up at Bai Jinyi.

The night feathers heard a few words of the enchanting woman, and the face suddenly filled with a killing intention. This enchanting woman, 80% is a poison widow!

Although the pudgy man was repaired as a waste, but the perception of being a ninth-order powerhouse is still there, he saw the night feathers licking his face after listening to his own words, and his heart suddenly became tight, and he hurried for mercy, "I said It’s all true. It’s the woman who forced me. This cloak is also given by him. If we don’t do it, she will kill me. I’m forced to do so.”

The pudgy man pleads for mercy in his mouth, and even tears are coming out of his surviving one-eyed eyes.

"Must be forced?"

The night feathers sneered at the corner of the mouth and slammed out a white jade bottle. "It is a last resort to take this medicinal herb. I have to **** and kill the women in the Sun Moon Villa?!"

The night feathers sounded cold, and a trace of pressure was directly pressed against the shoulders of the chunky man.

With a bang, the upper body of the chunky man barely propped up was shot directly on the ground, and the sound of snoring sounded in the mouth, as if it was a sophistry, and it was like begging for mercy.

Looking at the twitching pain of the pudgy man's hands and feet, the anger of the night feathers was reduced by a few points, and the silk pressure was quietly dispersed. He asked coldly: "Where does this drug come from!"

"It was given by the woman. She said that as long as we do things well, we will not be able to benefit from it in the future." The chunky man is as gray as he is, mechanically returning. He just hopes that the other person can see what he can match. Let yourself be a horse.

Now... the pudgy man only asks the other person to give himself a good time.