Chapter 929 Died, Thrown Directly to the Mass Funeral Post

Scolding down in a breath, Qian Wanjin's mood became increasingly unsatisfactory, and he patted the iron chain on the door of the cell.

"What do you want to do?" The man inside looked cold.

"What? Of course you did it alive." Qian Wanjin grinned. He came here and hadn't finished his business, thinking he was finished with a scold?

Really no one dared to touch him when he squeezed his chips and let him rest in the cell with ease?

dream.

Feng Qingbai was raising his hand towards the government, and the government was immediately opening the prison door with the jailer, pushing Xue Zhong out.

"Wait," Qian Wanjin said again, kicking the wheelchair with his foot. "He is a prisoner or a prisoner. It is for his enjoyment to get him in? Take this wheelchair and drag it away, and later he thinks Move and let him climb! "

Xue Zhong finally changed color suddenly, and has been maintained indifferently forever.

Looking up at the duo, they stared at the two, and finally their eyes fell on Feng Qingbo. "Wang Ye really want to?"

He has never been so embarrassed in his life, except when he escaped from the dead.

The jailer threw the wheelchair he leaned on and hung him with his legs hanging down on the ground like noodles. That was his most taboo appearance! It's completely a waste!

Feng Qingbai greeted him lightly, without speaking, and there were no waves in his eyes.

As if he was a joke in his eyes, not on the table, scornful, humble dirty things.

Xue Zhong sneered, "It's okay, just the old man wants to remind the Lord, but whatever I bear now, even the slightest will appear to Xue Qinglian! I have a pain, he must not escape!"

Feng Qingbai's invisible shrinkage in his eyes turned deep, but his face remained calm. "He's broken now, he's already a wasteful man. He needs to lie in bed for the second half of his life. Life is worse than death. Where is it going to go? It's better to die than die. Your threat is useless to my king. "

Qian Wanjin almost couldn't hold his breath, because Xue Zhong's words had already become red-eyed, but fortunately, Feng Qingbai's words let him recover a trace of clarity under his angry rush. Xue Zhong will not be targeted, but if they beg him, they will make Xue Zhong even more unscrupulous, and he might as well ignore it and leave his heart hanging!

"Hurry up, drag this old thing out! When I first came in, I could see all kinds of torture hanging on the torture wall, and I'll let him taste it one by one!"

The jailer dragged Xue Zhong to the front of the execution room, Qian Wanjin followed, and pulled out the bottles and cans he brought with him in his arms. He reached the table in the execution room.

"You can rest assured that every day in the future, you will have a wonderful time in this place, and you will not have a lonely day." After the jailer tied the person to the torture rack, Qian Wanjin took those medicine bottles with a smile and took the potion. The ointment and pills pilled into Xue Zhong's mouth, "Eat, eat more, you can't die in a short while, what the taste is, you do n’t know, you try it, it tastes good, Minger will bring you again! "

Feng Qingbai and the government sat down on the side of the chair, and allowed Qian Wanjin to toss, watching it quietly, looking indifferently so that people could not see what they were thinking.

Filled with mouth full of poison, forced to swallow it, Xu Zhongfu Xue Zhong flushed, and then his body became purple and convulsed.

The conical heart erodes the bones, tens of thousands of needles sticks the meat, and there are countless ants crawling in the cracks of the bones.

In this way, Qian Wanjin didn't seem to feel enough. He began to walk to the wall of torture equipment and picked up the torture equipment hanging there one by one to make a detailed drawing.

Barbed leather whip, piercing nails, mace, pipa hook ... all can make the pubic bone cold.

"Wind green cypress! You, really don't want Xue Qinglian's life !?" Xue Zhongxi gritted his teeth in pain, and it was difficult to tune out the sentence.

Feng Qingbai looked at him, his eyes were calm and indifferent, just like the eternal deep pond does not make ripples, "It's not that I don't want his life, it's your life that you want. If he dies, that's not me, it's you This uncle gave him no resentment against the king. "

Qian Wanjin sighed, "Xue Qinglian has such an uncle as you, and deserves it. He is dead, and we will take revenge for him, which is worthy of this brotherhood."

He said, handing the soldering iron to the jailer next to him, "Go, burn him."

"You ... really dare! ..."

"Otherwise you thought you were brought in to make you spend your old age here?"

Soon, pain and screams were heard in the execution room, sharp and screaming.

Qian Wanjin was not relenting at all, and the real one was staring beside him, so that the jailer took all the tortures in the house one by one.

On the execution stand, Xue Zhong was tortured to death, covered with blood, and at last he couldn't hold his eyes even if he opened his eyes.

"Don't worry, this is the first day. You can taste all kinds of tastes every day." He patted his face with one hand. "How long you can live depends on how long you can last."

Another voice seemed to be speaking with the government, "If a person is dead, he will be thrown directly to the mass grave post."

"Yes, Lord."

Xue Zhong's eyes were filled with hate, and at the same time, his heart finally began to develop horror and fear.

These two people really don't care about his life and death, that is, they don't care as much as Xue Qinglian's life and death as he thought!

If Xue Qinglian is useless, the chips he holds in his hands are gone.

The Liu family values ​​affection, as does Liu Yusheng. The wind and cypress are heavy with Liu Yusheng, so when he came, there was a certainty in his heart. As long as he held Xue Qinglian, he could not die.

Is he wrong?

No, no, it's a mistake.

He can't lose!

He doesn't want to die yet!

The jailer dragged the unconscious man away, threw it back to the cell, and locked the door again.

After Feng Qingbai and Qian Wanjin walked out of the prison, the expression on his face sank.

"What poison did that old thing give Xue Qinglian?" Qian Wanjin gritted his teeth.

Xue Zhong said that he had a pain, Xue Qinglian couldn't escape, and what he said at that time, I'm afraid it wasn't alarmist.

"I don't know for a moment." Feng Qingbai looked up at the sky, his eyes were dark and deep, "Xue Zhong has rich experience and is treacherous. Throw the last chip. "

"Then extinguish his hope, I come to punish him every day, I see how long he can last!"

"Go back and see Xue Qinglian's situation before making a decision." Feng Qingbai said.

It must not be reckless. Although he also wanted to immediately pull out all the truth from Xue Zhong's mouth, keeping Xue Qinglian was the first priority.

At this time in the Liu Yun Pavilion, the soldiers were in trouble.

The pain on Xue Qinglian's body seemed to be doubled suddenly. He used to bite his teeth and let it pass, but this time he couldn't hold it.

The heartbreaking screams and the blood that vomited constantly made Liu Yusheng panic.

(End of this chapter)