After rebirth, I rely on the card draw system to conquer the big villain

Chapter 60
The moment he pierced Ye Suixin's finger, the door of the execution room was broken.

An afterimage slid past at the speed of the wind, and several people in the execution room screamed and fell to the ground and twitched.

Luo Huaiyin was strangled by the neck, and slowly rose into the air.

He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Tried to speak, but couldn't make a sound at all.

Ye Suixin originally closed her eyes, ready to accept the next wave of pain, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Yuyan.

He was pinching Luo Huaiyin's neck with one hand, lifting him up.

Luo Huaiyin didn't even have the strength to struggle, and suspicious liquid dripped down his pants.

He's freaking out!

"Come... someone!" Luo Huaiyin called for help in a hoarse voice, he had ambushed many people, and he would definitely be able to take down Feng Yuyan.

Luo Huaiyin still had the last ounce of luck.

Feng Yuyan threw him on the ground forcefully, then stepped on his chest with his feet, crushing him hard.

Luo Huaiyin spat out a mouthful of blood, and the sound of the sternum breaking was clearly audible.

"Who do you want to call to save you?" Feng Yuyan asked with a half-smile, "Feng Yun, or Li Zheng?"

Luo Huaiyin gasped for breath with difficulty, every breath made him feel like he couldn't die:

"You killed me... Your Majesty will not spare you, I am the imperial court official!"

"For a woman, you killed an official of the imperial court, and you should be... punished, ah..."

Feng Yuyan raised her foot and stepped on his shoulder again, this time, Luo Huaiyin's arm was directly trampled into blood, like a puddle of mud...

"Continue talking!" Feng Yuyan didn't seem to intend to kill him all at once.

Luo Huaiyin is desperate for life but not for death: "A traitor... I will be loyal to... His Majesty... I will die without regret!"

Feng Yuyan raised his foot again, this time it was his thigh, the bones were all broken.

"What else? My lord, listen up!" Feng Yuyan showed a cruel and cold smile, like a demon god coming to the world.

"You... devil... you killed me! You killed me!" He only wanted to die.

It turns out that being tortured by others but not dying is what it feels like.

For the first time, Luo Huaiyin experienced the pain and despair of those former prisoners.

But what he said, only got the other leg trampled into scum.

This time he didn't even have the strength to shout, he could only gasp weakly.

"My lord, be merciful!"

There was a shout outside.

Li Zheng, the head of the Mingjing Department, rushed in, knelt in front of Feng Yuyan, and pleaded for Luo Huaiyin.

But when he saw Luo Huaiyin's appearance clearly, he was stunned, this...it would be better to die.

Luo Huaiyin was already exhaling more air than inhaling, but when he saw Li Zheng, he still showed a hopeful expression, and said with difficulty: "The chief...he...he..."

Li Zheng frowned, and said angrily: "You are really confused, I warned you long ago, don't have too close contact with the second prince, why didn't you listen?"

It's all right if he has to touch the stone with the egg, and he has lost so many subordinates, Li Zheng is also furious.

Luo Huaiyin stared blankly at Li Zheng: "He... murdered..."

After all, Luo Huaiyin couldn't finish a sentence, tilted his head, and was completely silent.

Feng Yuyan showed a cruel and careless smile to Li Zheng: "This king doesn't want him to die, as you can see, he is useless himself."

Li Zheng shivered for a moment, then asked timidly: "Luo Huaiyin is a fourth-rank deacon after all, how should he explain to His Majesty?"

Feng Yuyan glanced at Li Zheng: "Do you need me to explain it for you?"

Li Zheng quickly shook his head: "No... dare not, it's Luo Huaiyin who practiced kung fu by himself, and he's no different from anyone else."

As Li Zheng spoke, cold sweat dripped from his head.

Luo Huaiyin is also looking for death, it's not good to offend anyone, to offend Feng Yuyan...

If he hadn't shown up in time tonight, Der Spiegel would have been bloodbathed.

When he got the news, Feng Yuyan had just killed the Ming Jing Division, and he would never forget that scene in his life.

Feng Yuyan was like a demon king descending into the world. Facing many masters ambushing in the Department of Mirrors, there was a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wild and charming.

Just like chopping vegetables with bare hands, no one survived wherever they passed, heads and arms flew together, and blood flowers flew all over the sky.

Not to mention resistance, those people didn't even have time to make a sound. Death was accompanied by a silence that was more terrifying than death, like a silent shadow puppet show staged in the dark, which was creepy.

There is only one sentence that can describe Feng Yuyan's berserk - meet gods and kill gods, meet demons and slash demons!

Rao Li Zheng, who is well-informed and has countless lives in his hands, is the head of the Mirror Department, and he is the only one I have seen in my life.

Up to now, I still feel the smell of blood filling my chest, making me feel sick.

If he came later, the Department of Der Spiegel would have to recruit new staff tomorrow, and he couldn't rely on him as a polished commander to support the Der Spiegel Department.

Feng Yuyan ignored him, took out a handkerchief, dried her hands, and threw it on Luo Huaiyin's body.

Exhaling heavily, he slowly turned to Ye Suixin.

The moment his eyes met, he lost all hostility, and his eyes seemed to become timid.

The scar on her neck and the two needles stuck in her fingers deeply hurt his eyes.

"Sorry, I am late."

(End of this chapter)