With the words, Shen Tu increased his strength a little bit like teasing a wild cat

Zong Jin stepped back and slammed into the bottom of the wooden cabinet, which was already retreating. At this moment, Luo Chenhuan, who had never spoken, seemed to finally wake up from drunkenness and vacillation. He suddenly grabbed Shen Tu's arm and hurriedly said, "Don't kill him yet!" “？” Shen Tugang said that Luo Chenhuan's hand shook and took the knife from his hand. This variable came very quickly. Zong Jin felt that the strength of the dagger suddenly slackened and his hand moved away because of inertia. Then the knife turned its direction, and the angle was sharp, decisive, rapid and sudden, and it was inserted into Zongjin's right shoulder one inch deep. "Ah ..." Zongjin couldn't resist biting his teeth and cried out in pain. Luo Chenhuan seems to be a weak student, but there is no literati who can follow Wei Chilan. He is not as strong as Shen Tu but fast enough. At the moment, Luo Chenhuan's left hand flashed his pocket knife and slammed it on Zongjin's kneecap like a dart. Zongjin involuntarily knelt down again. Luo Chenhuan looked at him coldly and said faintly, "He Lianheng sent you?" "... who ... can't boss the old ..." This is true, but in Luo Chen Huan Shen Tu's ear, it is fine and different from everyone who is caught, but it is just a mouth shut. Chapter 25 Torture () At first, people in the family also looked after him It is said that seeing an old man at the age of three has been growing up alternately in making mistakes and being punished since he can remember. Every time the old man sees him, he shakes his head and puts on a sad look. Say something like "the future of Wei Chi's family" and "think carefully" to his dead father again. They have some truth in what they say, but it's more just that people who look after the house are stubborn and want to push the separated children to a higher position. Wei Chilan's father never responded to these words. My father died early. At the age of thirty-five, he was seriously ill. The medicine delayed his life for several years, but he failed to reach forty. "Alan, you don't fit in." Before his death, his father told him intermittently, "You are too wild to see things, but you don't know people, and you are too reckless." "That's another example," he said in anger at that time. "That father let Xiao Chong take charge, and I will never say anything." "You can't lead the Weichi family to have you, Alan. You mark my words, you don't necessarily hit it off well; It's not necessarily bad that you don't get along ... If you want ten thousand people, don't believe that everyone is both profitable and profitable. " “……” "Father wants you to promise one thing ..." "Things ..." "Don't let our pulse die." "... I remember" I can't count how many people I met when I was in charge. What made him most angry was that his younger brother was encouraged to assassinate him, probably because his father asked him to be angry with his younger brother before he died. Think back carefully at the beginning when Luo Chenhuan was already a squire by his side. Maybe my father told him that early in the morning when he saw that this person was not good. Unfortunately, he didn't really understand the meaning in that sentence, and my father really didn't say it clearly. "Wow-" A basin of cold water splashed on Zong Jin's face. He immediately emerged from the trance memory and consciously opened his mouth and inhaled deeply, but was suddenly poured into his heart. The cold made him cough more than "cough, cough ... bah ..." Zong Jin slowly opened his eyelids. In front of him, the brazier lit up the surrounding earth walls and walls in rows of various instruments of torture. Whether the right shoulder wound is still bleeding, he can't feel it; Rao didn't feel more horrible pain when a basin of water poured on him. Maybe his body was paralyzed. The water dripped down his cheeks and soaked his skirt. Eyelashes stained with water droplets blurred the line of sight for a long time before Zong Jincai barely saw the situation clearly. At present, people are no longer Luo Chen Huan and Shen Tu, but two people he doesn't know very well. One of them is holding a whip and the other is looking at him with a basin that he just passed. The whip bearer said, "When the general tells you, we will stop if you want to spit." Explain? Explain what? He even showed his background, and he still has to explain it? Zong Jin was panting and didn't speak for a long time. Wei Chi's family tortured him, and he knew that it was all according to his own nature-they had to spit when they had problems, but they vomited more cleanly when people couldn't stand it. He is now tied to a wooden stake in torture room, and his armor was stripped of his thin shirt. After a while, he fell on his back with a small thorn and a special whip. He smoked his clothes and pulled out the harsh blood. At the first time, Zong Jin clenched his teeth and just held back the howl. But then the stamina made him flushed, and the pumping was heavier than one, which sounded terrible. That whip was soaked in pepper. The wound just opened, and when the first wave of severe pain was still at its fiercest, the pepper water seeped into the naked flesh and blood, and even if the mouth was hard, people would collapse and scream. Then the second whip, the third whip ... Zong Jin didn't know that he had survived a few whips, and maybe the first whip didn't survive. He realized that he was already screaming at the time. This little girl is weak and afraid of pain; It's like being repeatedly fried in the frying pan of hell, which is really gentle compared with Luo Chenhuan's stab in the shoulder. By the time Zongjin was so painful that he could not see with his eyes open and had no strength to inhale, the man was tired from smoking. Categories: 桑拿新茶的联系方式, 私人外卖工作室品茶